Afterward, like a dandelion in a storm, someone in the office wielded a pen with flourish, and he was assigned to the so-called Southern Front. Finally, through a twist of fate, he was chosen by Jansen Cornelius to accompany the Brigadier General to the Kingdom of Galloping Horses.
...
Thinking about his experiences since his second enlistment, Marlo couldn't help but sigh.
"Compared to this dull war," he looked at the dead beneath him and thought, "perhaps my experiences are even more interesting."
He couldn't help but wonder, "Would soldiers from the old marshal's era give such nicknames to fortifications?"
"No," Marlo resolutely shook his head, "in the era of the Sovereign Wars, people would only call this little path the Road of Heroes."
Where is the problem? Marlo was unwilling to think about it.
Out of a sense of dignity as a United Provincial, he was unwilling to admit he didn't know why he had come to Kingsfort.
