Soslan nodded in approval at the battle-hungry Henry. 'Just what you'd expect from a young noble of the Royal Capital Academy.'
"Henry, now that we've met tonight, I'm preparing a combat mission for you. It will be formally assigned tomorrow.
You are very capable, so I will assign you a main role on one of the battlefronts. If you perform exceptionally, I will give you priority in the distribution of spoils, as well as a large bounty!"
Henry responded righteously, "For Caladia! For our great King!"
Returning to their camp, Henry and Fass both felt a sense of security. The Half-Beastman attack from the day before yesterday had left them quite exhausted.
In the barracks, soldiers gathered around a stove. Flames licked slowly at the bottom of a pot, providing a trace of warmth. The pot of boiling grain bubbled, GURGLE GURGLE, sending plumes of white steam rising into the cold winter air.
