Outside the Royal Tent, a squad of Tonsured Guards stood watch, holding axes without moving an inch. Inside the tent, the teacher and student sat opposite each other, both gazing at the unfolded map of the South.
"The greatest challenge of the Southern Expedition... is the vastness of the Mistec territory and the lengthy logistics of the supply routes... especially in the east..."
Aweit pondered, silently calculating in his mind. Beside him, Xiulote maintained a humble demeanor, speaking respectfully and observing rituals with caution. Even when offering important advice, his demeanor and tone were as gentle as a spring breeze.
