At the northeastern borders of the empire, where the never-ending war of conquest against the Caelwyn kingdom still raged on, there were finally a few moments of peace.
The battles today had not been anything more than minor skirmishes. The injuries sustained by the imperial soldiers were minor, and there were no casualties.
All the imperial soldiers wished for this peace to last just a bit longer.
In the moonless night, where the only source of light was the myriad of stars twinkling in the dark sky above, two young men sat on the grassy ground near the camp of the fourth legion of the imperial army.
The two of them were supposed to be standing guard. But since their shift was going to be over soon, they were chatting to pass the time.
One of them rummaged through his pocket and took out what appeared to be a letter. He handed the letter to the other young man.
Being suddenly handed the letter without explanation, his comrade tilted his head.
"What is it?"
