Fansnik was thrown in the detention room of Thundercrash. His cries were unheard and pleads were ignored. In the five-odd days before Miselk returned, he wouldnt be getting out. No matter how harshly he cursed in his detention cell and accused Claude for defying his superior and plotting a mutiny and insulting a kingdoms general, nobody gave him any heed. Claude merely gave a single order. Since Fansnik was so filled with energy, he was to be starved for a day and a night and not given a single drop of water.

Saljorak came to the theatre headquarters and Claude didnt waste any words with him. He handed the merchant and the ones that accompanied him to the colonel and told him that he needed a testimony from the merchant, admitting that he was an informant for Shiks. Only then could Claude avoid being charged with imprisoning a kingdoms general. While Claude believed Miselk would own-up to the order Claude made up, it wouldnt hurt to have a stronger case for himself.

Saljorak, someone who managed to catch Miselks attention, didnt say a word and merely heard Claude brief him on what happened and nodded. He took the merchant and his men away. Claude breathed a sigh of relief and wrote a carrier eagle to Ranger headquarters to have Skri released by his authority as field marshal. Otherwise, the officers would be charged for neglecting orders.

In Aueras, soldiers in the army and navy alike could have any kind of disciplinary infraction without it affecting their career prospects. However, neglecting orders was a whole different story. Being marked for such an infraction meant that ones future career was completely over. As expected, a little more than an hour since he sent the letter, he got Skris letter by carrier eagle. He had been released and got back to conducting the logistics operations.

Claude then wrote a notice and ordered communications to send it to 1st Monoliths Colonel Bolonik in Brikaman for him to relay the things that happened to the Lord Militant. He included his arrest of General Fansnik. While Claude felt that he went about it really brashly, they were short on time and nobody could afford to be hampered by this matter. He believed Miselk would understand why he had to do it this way, especially since he made sure to clean up everything pristinely.

The next day, the first batch of settlers came to Lanu. There were around 10.7 thousand households in this batch and the total number of people was above 80 thousand. Accompanying the settlers were more than four thousand local keepers.

Claude spent the good part of the day in camp to receive the immigrants. All of them had been registered and shown to their respective tents. What came next was assigning them a livelihood. Those wanting to farm can receive up to 1.6 acres of land which they had to cultivate themselves. Naturally, if they were willing to move to the mining settlements to find a job there, the association would provide them with accommodation and a months salary in advance.

By the time Claude returned to headquarters, it was already evening. Major Anders, an aide serving in theatre headquarters, reported that the new chief machinist, who happened to be a count, and her daughter, a baroness, as well as a young child, were here to see the field marshal. But since Claude wasnt present, they bid farewell and headed for Grinosburg.

Claude nodded and acknowledged it. He didnt mind not being able to meet the new chief machinist, since Skri would be the one dealing with him. Their meeting didnt really matter anyway and the count was probably paying him a visit out of courtesy.

Sir, the four keeper tribes tribesmen have been waiting the whole afternoon. Are you going to see them? Anders asked.

That meeting he couldnt miss. The four tribes had been moved there to be disbanded and absorbed into the five folks. The tribesmen were here to talk about their future posts.

Alright, have them come to my office one by one.

Sir, the Jeroman City Keeper Tribe from Ambruiz is reporting in. I am the tribesman, Major Alika Rosder, said the tribesman in his thirties with a salute.

Claude stood up and returned the salute before getting the tribesman to sit back down. Ambruiz was right next to the three southwestern prefectures. While Claude knew that Jeroman wasnt the prefectural capital, when the tribesman heard Claude mention was close to Black Forest, which Jeroman was also close to, he seemed much less nervous.

They took only ten or so minutes. Claude wanted to know the kinds of experiences and battles as well as suppression of local revolts Alika had experienced. He also explained the five enhanced folks make up to the man and assured him that as long as he was capable, he would have many chances to put his abilities on display.

So, the three keepers were sent off cursorily just like that. When the fourth one came in, Claude was wondering how he could cut the process short to save some more time so he could go back to rest.

But the moment he saw that person, he jumped with shock. How How could it be you?

He had never dreamed hed be able to see his good friend during his teenage years, Borkal. The years had rounded Borkals figure. The keeper uniform seemed like it was straddling his body, rather than covering it. Perhaps he was aware that he didnt look the part of a soldier at all and intentionally chose to be the last one to enter.

Borkal himself also seemed utterly shocked as he pointed at Claude without being able to say a word. Claude laughed out loud and went forward to hug his friend who had grown big and round.

What he didnt think would happen was Borkal grabbing his throat and cursing, Its you you screwed with me! Why, of all nine keeper tribes in the three southwestern prefectures, was mine picked and sent to this hellhole to join an irregular corps?!

Claude easily pulled the hands away and pushed Borkal to the couch. Fatty, what are you talking about? Who screwed you? I didnt even know you were going to show up. Tell me what this is about.

Looking at his own body, he was well aware he wasnt Claudes match. He could only give him a suspicious look. So it really wasnt your fault? You didnt transfer us away from Banjilia to this war theatre, right?

Claude noted that something was off. Wait, whats going on? It should be a good thing that your tribe was transferred here. Being transferred from a local defence force to an irregular force is akin to a rank promotion. Otherwise, a major like you would be equal to our captain and youd have to salute them first. Furthermore, I dont have the clout to get you transferred over here. The ministry of the army simply said they were going to send over 20 tribes with combat experience to bolster our might. We dont even know where theyre going to be sourced from

Borkal grimaced. Whatever. Its not your fault. Theyre coming back to get me and intentionally transferring me here so they can have an easier time going about things

Claude nudged him and asked, Fatty, what are you talking about? Why dont I understand a single word of it? Did you piss someone off to the point they want to get you? Dont worry, this is my turf. Nobody will be able to do anything against you.

Borkal didnt seem the slightest bit happier. F*ck f*ck I said it has nothing to do with you. You wouldnt know any way. Being transferred here means my family business will crash once again

Some people didnt even bother to give any face, and Borkal was one such person. He had completely forgotten his station. Claude was now his superior and no longer his carefree playmate.

Claude smiled and went back to his desk. Pointing at the desks surface, he said, Colonel Borkal, stand straight and answer my question.

Borkal waved his hand nonchalantly. Dont mess around, Claude. Im busy thinking

Claude then pulled the bell rope behind him. The office door was opened and First Lieutenant Gum came in with a fierce look with two other guards.

He pointed at Borkal sitting on the sofa and said, Have you seen such a fat soldier? Hes an embarrassment to our army! Go and weigh him and tell me how heavy he is before tossing him in Thundercrashs new recruit department. Tell Lieutenant-Colonel Moriad to make him lose 100 catties before bringing him back to see me.

Yes, Sir. Gum motioned his head and the two guards came for Borkal domineeringly.

It was only now that he truly understood the predicament he was in. Surprisingly, he managed to agilely jump from the couch towards Claude. Claude had wanted to kick him away, but he didnt think Borkal would hug his leg tight.

No, Chief Spare me! Its my fault I shouldnt have ignored you Ill tell you anything you want, promise His embarrassing cries reverberated throughout the office.

Claude struggled and couldnt draw his leg back. Borkal was simply hugging it too tightly. He waved for Gum to stand outside with the other guards.

Now tell me whats going on. Who did you anger? Why did you think you were intentionally sent here? Claude reached out and tried to get him to stand up.

But Borkal kept his arms tight around Claudes lower leg as he continued to melt into a sobbing mess. Claude didnt even know whether he should feel angry for the poor sod. Get up, do you hear me? How can someone like you be a tribesman and make it to major?

Lets see A few years back when I went home for a family visit, your father told me about your promotion to first lieutenant proudly. I thought you would soon be discharged to take over the family business. I didnt think youd still be in the kieeper tribe and even became tribesman. Your promotion was rather fast.

Borkal finally let go of his leg and climbed upright. I knew I shouldnt have gotten those merits I didnt think the achievement I got so far back would actually get me sent here to this war theatre. As for my promotion, its quite simple in the local forces. When your superior is about to retire from old age, just make sure money goes to the right person and the position will be yours.

So it seemed Borkal had bought his position with money. The same probably applied to his rank as major too. But now, Claudes curiosity was piqued. Boa, what made you decide to stay in the keepers? Shouldnt you be home running the family business already?

Borkal rolled his eyes. My fathers still strong and healthy. Theres no business for me to take over just yet. And ever since Ive taken control over the Banjilia keeper tribe, our familys gained a monopoly over the prefecture of Simlock. Even Whitestags Fenix company wont be able to build a market there and would often be troubled by my tribe. I only let them start up a business in the prefectural capital after they returned the 30 percent shares they forcefully bought from us

It was now clear who the one behind Borkals transfer was. It was too bad Borkal wasnt aware that Fenix was a company formed by the new nobility. He was but a worm trying to crush a dragon, only to end up exiled to another continent altogether.

It looked like Borkal hadnt changed at all. He was smart and had good business acumen, but failed to grasp the bigger picture. Perhaps he did know about how amazing Fenix was and that they werent to be trifled with lightly. Claude did, however, hear that Borkals family held quite some sway in Banjilia and wield lots of authority. Otherwise, Borkal wouldnt be promoted to major that quickly.

He only began his vendetta against Fenix in the first place because they coerced his family to sell thirty percent of their shares away. But since he was operating in home turf, Borkal had the advantage. Eventually, Fenix gave up and returned the shares. Just as it was looking like Borkal won, his whole tribe was uprooted and sent to Nubissias new war theatre and tossed into the colonial war with Shiks.

Borkal most probably didnt even know what caused his loss. However, he wouldnt be getting back anytime soon. Fortunately, he ran into Claude, his old friend, so at least he wont have it bad there. But Claude really couldnt get used to Borkal looking that chubby and recommended that he lose weight.

Claude, you promised! Let me go, please? On account of my father? Borkals cries echoed as he was dragged out by the guards.

Tell Moriad to train him harshly and beat him if he refuses to comply until he does. But dont cripple or kill him, got it? Claude asked.

Yes, Sir. I will relay that to Lieutenant-Colonel Moriad, Gum said.