Giovanni paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued. "This role itself is, indeed, addictive. Trust me, no man can withstand the sheer blood-boiling thrill of leading a hundred cavalry charging down on opponents. No one can resist the temptation of that honour and prestige of marching through cities in parades. And no one can forget the scene after witnessing the catastrophic destructive capabilities of having tens of artillery pieces opening fire at once or the rain of hundreds of arrows forming a shadow that blocks out the sunlight."
"I feel like I am born for the army."
"Just like my father."
"Both of my fathers."
Leo glanced at his brother, who seemed lost in thought, reflecting on his time in the service. From his father, Leo knew that some men were destined for the regimented life of the army, and his brother Giovanni Junior was undoubtedly one of them.
