"What? You insolent human. What did you say?"
Gareth's voice echoed throughout the entire fort one afternoon, a few weeks had passed since Karlmine joined the elven army under special conditions but he had never, not even once attended their training sessions which really ruffled the muscular old elf's feathers.
"I do not have a habit of repeating myself."
As always Karlmine replied with the same cold and stoic face totally disregarding authority.
"Listen here mortal."
Gareth slurred the word mortal as if it was an insult or something unpleasant before continuing with his statement.
"You chose to join the army as a soldier right? As such you must follow the normal soldier routine and train with the others. There are absolutely no exceptions to this rule."
His scarred face distorted as he barked at Karlmine giving him an appearance more ogre-like than elf. If possible he would have hacked the mortal right there on the spot he was after all a renowned elven war hero, Sir Gareth of the grass long sword. His military achievements did not lose to that of Geswald in fact back in the war they fought hand in hand and they were nicknamed the dual sword saints. However there where two things hindering him from striking down the eyesore mortal namely the fact that this particular mortal happened to be the betrothed of her highness princess Arkheena as such elven customs and the elf's own honor did not permit him to do it. The second reason well, it is because despite being a sword saint the same mortal happened to be the Crimson Sword God, he was not such a pushover.
"You seem to be mistaken on something, I did not chose to be a soldier that was all you lot deciding on your own. But since I agreed and you feel that strongly about it I will indulge you just to prevent you from doing something that might cost you your life."
All along during the course of the discussion Karlmine could feel the rising bloodlust of the elf thus his decision to join the other soldiers because if he ended up reducing the battle strength of the same elves he agreed to protect that would be putting the cart before the ox.
The air turned electric when he showed himself to training for the first time, it was not only the higher-ups that despised him but roughly every male in the fort village. They continuously stabbed him with glares but he pretended not to notice or to be more precise he was not affected by any.