White said that this is a secret mission.
Thus, it is common to assume that the order must not be known to others. Otherwise, Mr. White Knight here could have just recited it himself.
I go to a corner, away from the infantrymen, rip open the envelope and read it with my back on the wall. I skim it quickly, then I raise my eyes to see if the Captain is offended by my action. It doesn't seem to be the case.
Obviously. I just realize that he already holds a letter in his hand ever since he beckoned me into his office. I guess this means that we have different orders. He knows something I don't, and I know something he doesn't.
The order isn't signed by anyone but the wax seal on the envelope seems like it came from a branch of the Royal Family. A Royal Order, huh.
I feel honored.
Basically, it just tells me to protect these knights and their boxes. And that I shall report about our impending deaths.
Not that hard to do.
However, that semi-invisible sentence at the bottom sounds super ominous. I almost didn't see it, thank goodness I have very good vision. I shake off the chills it gives off and look at everyone.
Welp, whatever.
I quickly crumple the paper and throw it into the lit fireplace behind the Captain's table, watching it burn almost immediately. The letter doesn't have any specific details that need remembering, thankfully.
How shall I start this?
I suddenly remember the Yellow Knight say something about leaving around evening.
