"Didn't I swiftly complete the task you assigned me tonight?"
Delpa looked at Phenix with a smile, eager for approval.
"Alright, considering your contribution in escorting the grain supplies, I'll temporarily overlook your misappropriation of the centurion title," Phenix conceded with a laugh.
"That's fantastic! By the way, big brother, if there's any more work, just pass it my way. I promise to complete it with high quality and efficiency," Delpa said, his face beaming with pride.
"And when we return, considering the huge favor I've done for you, you should put in a good word for me with father, perhaps securing me an official general's title!"
Delpa suggested, half-joking, half-serious.
"You're really pushing your luck. Alright, I don't have anything else for you now, so go back and get some sleep. Stick close to me tomorrow morning and don't go anywhere else!"
Phenix ordered.
