Boman's face, illuminated by the firelight, grew increasingly excited.
His eyes were fixed on the chaotic walls of Odoche, gleaming with a fanatical love for war.
Among the living nobles, the ones most obsessed with war and military life were the landed aristocrats who had graduated from the Imperial Capital Knight Academy within the last decade.
They had the broadest perspectives, the most knowledge, the best connections, and they were the youngest and most driven.
Boman had never fought such a well-funded war, nor had he ever been qualified to command enough troops to launch a siege.
He had only ever been able to scratch his itch in minor skirmishes, and those small-scale scuffles were never enough to satisfy his hunger for war.
As for siege warfare, he had only ever treated it like a child's game during the mock battles at the academy.
But this time, he was riding on Henry's coattails, getting a taste of luxury.
