459 You are right...

Facing the delayed arrival of Weslin and a host of military officers, the city representatives who had been waiting for a while all looked somewhat displeased. Among them, an old man spoke bluntly, "You're about to step down, and you're still holding an award ceremony?"

The official of the former court is the target of the new.

Unless there's a grudge... but there's no need to settle scores at this time, right?

Weslin glanced at the old man who had spoken, said nothing, and steadily stepped onto the highest platform at the front of the meeting room in his metallic war boots.

As long as the dismissal order doesn't come down, he remains marshal of the military district.

"Does Marshal Weslin have anything to say about the failure of this operation?" another vigorous old man, sitting on the side, asked in a toneless, heavy voice.

This was his father's man.