In the dimming light of the evening, Resarite's eyes sparkled upon hearing the final words, his lips curving into a faint smile.
His face radiated confidence as he spoke, "Fear not, my lord. Once you've handled the logistical concerns, leave the art of war to me."
Howard, hearing this, felt a surge of satisfaction.
He patted Resarite's shoulder affirmatively and summoned Alonso with a gesture.
Alonso, with the swiftness of a hawk, dashed over.
Howard instructed him, "Alonso, go and fetch Vettel. I have matters to discuss with him."
With Alonso off on his mission, Resarite took charge of the moment.
He ordered the soldiers to form orderly ranks, distributing weapons and armor.
A drill unfolded before them, the soldiers moving as one under his command.
Meanwhile, Howard embraced his responsibilities, understanding the need to embody the image of an exemplary lord at such times.
