Louis closed the intelligence panel, got up to wash and prepare to attend the battle meeting.
He changed into a noble attire with dark gold embroidery, a sword slung diagonally, and his boots polished to a shine.
In such occasions, one must dress appropriately, at least appear like a young hero.
He pushed open the tent flap and headed straight towards the camp's central area.
Along the way, many knights and young officers saw him, their expressions either of awe or curiosity, nodding their heads in salute.
After all, the feat of him killing the elite warrior of the Snow Swearer the previous night had spread throughout the Fifth Legion.
A moment later, Louis arrived at the central tent.
The guards outside stood solemnly, with two rows of military flags bearing the emblems of various noble families of Snow Peak County on either side. Faces both familiar and unfamiliar were continuously entering.
