The helmet of the chief soldier standing behind the king revealed a scar on his forehead. Along with that, his hands and legs were also covered with big and small war injuries. He inhaled and exhaled before he glanced at the young guard beside him and crept closer to him. "Gather soldiers and go fight the enemies. This is my order."
Those words caught the listener off guard. The youth lowered his voice as he looked at his commander. He asked, "What are you saying? Assaulting the Vanne dynasty authorities when the king was in custody? Have you lost your mind?"
"You can rest assured that I know what I'm doing!" Gritting his teeth, the chief soldier uttered these words and exhaled deeply. "After the war, I'll go to the border and surrender. You won't be implicated because it will be my fault."
"But-"
