Lance had a calm demeanor. How could he not have thought of this?
"But pirates are too dangerous. What if you get hurt, my lord? It's better if I lead the Guards into battle while you command from the rear."
The old captain, unaware of Lance's true strength, wore a troubled expression. He didn't want his Commander to be in danger—the responsibility was too much for him to bear.
"If I don't fight on the front lines, then I have no right to lead them!" Lance declared with a sweeping wave of his hand. "Enough said. I will be right here."
This scene struck awe into those present. The sailors, whose passions had seemingly been extinguished, felt them flare up once more. An inexplicable power surged through their bodies.
It wasn't for rewards or military exploits; their only desire was to fight alongside that man.
"Lord Lance, we're not afraid of pirates!"
"Exactly, my sword isn't just for show."
"..."
