Outside the Commander-in-Chief's grand tent, the northern wind howled across the highland and swept down toward the south with irresistible force. Inside the grand tent, frangipani beans burned quietly in the Jade Furnace, releasing a distant and rich fragrance that stimulated thoughts and cleared the mind.
In this pleasant atmosphere, Xiulote watched Ezpan, who was swearing allegiance on the ground, with a faint smile on his lips. Smiling, he helped the newly appointed Tarasco Legion commander to his feet and encouraged him again.
"Ezpan, accomplish everything I have entrusted to you, further prove your capabilities! After victory in the west, the land of Miken will be reallotted, and a vassal king will be stationed... The Alliance also intends to conquer Colima and control the western Tekos people, and you are familiar with the terrain there... By then, you will also have a place among the Great Nobility of the Alliance!"