A young man with an imposing figure clad in black leather armor, a bone shield on his back, and a machete on his waist stood in the center of a small town while dozens of soldiers and hundreds of civilians moved around him. The armor covering his body might have been leather. Yet, its resilience was higher than standard metal, and its ability to absorb and dissipate energy was higher than even the best Kevlar.
This young man was none other than Mitchel, Grand Marshal Anglius' right-hand man. Like the middle-aged man who rose from general to Grand Marshal, Mitchel's military rank rose from first lieutenant to brigadier general.
That level of rise would never happen in the Continental Country's military, but the people who stand on the rise of any kingdom are bound to have a meteoric advance.
