Boman and Fass stood atop Ximira Castle, their hearts filled with mixed feelings. When they first met Henry, he had been a bit green, but both of them had seen his ambition and determination.
Every noble from the academy was ambitious, but who would have thought he'd actually succeed?
They had thought the war against the Half-Beastmen was the peak of Henry's life, that he was just a flash in the pan. They never imagined it was only the beginning. He had actually managed to carve out a place for himself in the Empire.
Look at those neatly arranged tents, listen to that rousing battle song...
It was the classic dilemma: you hate to see your brother struggle, but you're also jealous when he strikes it rich. If Henry hadn't done well, they certainly would have come to help. But as it stood, the kid was doing a little *too* well.
