"Very well. With the unrest about to erupt across the Empire's three great provinces, when the time comes, send someone to summon Phield and give him a chance to distinguish himself. Which legion do you think he should be assigned to?" The Empress blinked sweetly, looking every bit like a pure and harmless saint.
The minister immediately broke into a cold sweat. As the Chief Minister, he naturally understood exactly what she meant.
"Cannon fodder… I mean, the Right Vanguard Legion, where he can command part of the mercenary forces."
"Mmm. A sensible suggestion. Don't forget to prepare your speech for the next Imperial Council."
In the Empress's eyes, Count Ross had already lost his youngest son. There was no way he would willingly sacrifice his second son as well. He would inevitably send a powerful force to protect him, draining the Ross family's military strength. At the same time, those troops could be used to weaken the rebels.
