"And yours as well, Slya," Tiber said with a smile as he took back the warped artifact from her.
She snorted. "Well, that's true. But your qualitative change is just that visible compared to mine. Are you going to create your own Flag?"
He shook his head. "I'm afraid not. For now, I'll serve as the Strategic Commander of the Central Army of Athrimir. When I get to Master Knight, I will officially join the Lord's Flag."
"Oh? So I'm taking orders from you then?" Slya raised her brows.
"No, no, no. You'll be taking orders from the Lord of the Central Army of Athrimir. The Central."
"So technically...."
Tiber couldn't help the smile that bloomed on his face. Yes, technically, everyone would be taking orders from him! Even Master Knights!
