After the war meeting with most of the knights, they were assigning squad leader roles. Ones that would relay the information to their soldiers and give commands.
And no longer to his surprise, he was picked to spearhead one of the very squads. He wasn't that happy about it... No, he wasn't happy about it at all.
Leading a small army meant spearheading the attack and he wasn't sure if he was cut out for it. He also didn't know how strong the average knight was.
If they were all as strong and as skilled as Eman, then he would be cooked if he was at the front.
"You did well. I was a bit surprised myself when Rachel told everyone to wait for you and let you plan the siege, but your plan is nothing but flawless." Vernox patted his shoulder, having a slight smile on his face.
"Let's try not to die." He extended a fist for Harley once again and the white-haired man received it, smiling.
