High masters

"For my father to call at this time…" Etaria muttered as she hurried past the small alleys of her legion's camp. 

"What are the chances he is calling just to check up on the progress?" Zanba asked, pretending to struggle to follow up after the princess in their mad dash across the legion's camp to a very, very specific place. 

Contrary to what one might think, it wasn't the princess' tenet that made up the very center of the legion's camp. She might've been the most important person in the field…

But just like anything and everything else in the empire, the emperor himself always kept the role of the single most important role in everything. 

That's why, at the very center of the Golden Legion's camp, it wasn't the princess tent that was located. 

It was all a massive tent designed with no one else but the masters of the high tower in mind. 

"Make way for the princess!"