Under the moonlight, a bat flew across the sky, taking in the situation near the High Castle Fortress from afar.
There were no large-scale movements; it seemed Alama finally intended to stay quiet for a few days.
Flying back within the range of the black curtain, Sigmund landed on the outer platform of the Crimson Tower, where his adjutant had been waiting for some time. The adjutant respectfully came forward and handed him a familiar-looking jar.
"My lord, there's no need for you to personally conduct reconnaissance every day. Such small tasks can be assigned to us."
"A vast number of supplies are about to arrive; we cannot give Alama any opportunity."
"Wise as always, my lord."
Sigmund took a sip of the fine wine in the jar, reluctantly closing it again: "Next time, don't add sugar."
"Huh? But last time you—"
"Don't add sugar at this time in the future," Sigmund added expressionlessly.
The adjutant bowed his head and responded, "Yes, sir."
