3rd August 1574
"I wish you luck in the war. I'm leaving first three armies of mine under your command, along with all their base and expanded equipment. Use them wisely."
For some reason, despite only a few days passing ever since I received my injuries, the rate at which they were healing was astonishing. Despite knowing that going out of my way to the skeletal gate of the projected wall that would surround the entirety of the currently developed area might set my healing back for quite a while, it was something that I simply had to do.
"Don't worry too much about it. I already sent some letters to the capital, so that by the time you will heal to the point of being able to comfortably move, you should be set as the commander of the punitive army against Ostros. Also, despite what I said a long time ago... "
Rather than finishing his sentence, Jan pulled a simple piece of paper marked with his seal out of his breast pocket before passing it to me.
