The road to Eisten went smoothly. A total of 58 cavalrymen (50 members, 5 lieutenants, 2 Vice Commanders, 1 Commander) crossed the fields and pressed forward without hesitation. Most of the supplies fit into our saddlebags.
It was a bandit suppression in the local area—no need to bring along massive supplies.
If we ran short, we could cover it with the campaign pay. If costs absolutely had to keep mounting, I could just requisition on-site with judicial authority. In which case the Finance Minister would clutch the back of his neck. Hmm. Should I go for it?
But when we reached Viktor's home, charred ash, the remains of half-burned beams, and dishes scattered in disarray were all that was left to remind us anyone had lived there. The picturesque place had been reduced to ruins.
Fiel and I watched Viktor as he stood there blankly staring at the scene. If the cozy home where I rested in peace had been so brutally destroyed, I would have felt the same devastation.
