Aside from the two appointment letters, he hadn't managed to get a single soldier, a single grain of rice, or even a single copper plate for mobilization funds from his senior.
'A commander in name only, a chief without a single soldier, starting from absolute scratch.'
Still, it wasn't a complete loss.
At the very least, he had a legitimate, and sizable, piece of territory.
He had the official status of a battalion commander, recognized by the Empire's military, along with an authorized headcount for five hundred soldiers.
After all, in the Empire, privately recruiting and maintaining armed forces would get you branded a bandit or a rebel.
But with this authorization, he could legitimately form his own unit and build his own foundation. In theory, he could even request logistical support from his superiors.
"Oh well, it's better than nothing," Lynch consoled himself, beckoning for Sea Song and Aus to follow. "Let's head to Lakefront Town and see what we're dealing with."
