Looking at Rasmus's youthful face, Alaric recalled the powerful warrior he was in his past life.
At that time, Rasmus didn't have any support, but he still made a name for himself on the battlefield. He advanced by leaps and bounds through sheer effort and talent.
He is right. This war might give him the chance to become a full-fledged Knight.
Not just him, all the young warriors in his batch are talented individuals.
Given their potential, I'm pretty sure that some of them will become Knights if they survive the war.
Thinking about this, Alaric let out a heavy sigh.
"Alright. All you young warriors will follow Sir Rigor as part of our infantry. If you are not satisfied with this arrangement, then prove yourselves in battle."
Rasmus's eyes brightened. He bowed his head and exclaimed.
"We will not disappoint you, Your Highness! We will show you the results of our training!"
Alaric smiled faintly. "I shall await to see that day."
