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Walter stared at Commander Gallion with a blank expression. The commander saw Walter did not answer him and started getting uncomfortable.

"What I'm trying to say is, I wish to remain in your service till the end of this war," Commander Gallion waited for Walter's reply.

"Why?" Walter asked.

"I cannot go home; not now. The war has not ended, I need to contribute my half,"

"And you think you have not?"

"My lord, we both know that this war has not truly ended. In fact, the most important part is just beginning. I have a duty to serve my..."

"You have a duty to obey orders and your kingdom has given you an order; return," Walter said.

"There is nothing to do in the capital, my lord. Before this war, there was nothing to do and there will be nothing after it,"

"So, the peace unsettles you? That's a first for me," Walter said.

"No, my lord; I'd dare not. This is good, but we stay in the garrison and have nothing to do. The city guards make sure that everything in the capital is in place. We were not lucky enough to serve in the palace nor be posted to a noble household. We are always on standby. Even if our talents were good, we have not had the chance to show them. While others rise in rank, we remain as we were. I wish to have a chance on that stage,"

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"So, in truth, you really do not intend to serve under me. You wish that I grant you an opportunity to go to the capital and fight. You wish to use my name," Walter said and the commander froze.

"Sir..."

"Do you think you would be able to do anything there?" Walter asked.

"I know of the greatness of martial artists, but I am a warrior, myself. I can handle what comes my way,"

"You really have not been exposed to much or else you would not utter such words," Walter said thoughtfully. Commander Gallion had given up convincing Walter and was trying to swallow his anger.

"Have you arranged for someone to take the lords to the capital in your stead?" Walter asked and the commander was confused for a second.

"What? I mean, yes. But you said..."

"You and your most trusted will stay behind while the others return. I guess you could be put to use," Walter said and Commander Gallion's eyes shined with determination. He saluted Walter; beating his right fist to his chest, before leaving.

Walter watched the door close and D'huile appear in front of it.

"You will be going there soon. The tree people, we know nothing about them. Is it wise to take them to die?" D'huile asked.

"I always wanted my own personal troupe of soldiers. They may be completely useless, but they could be stationed with my family," Walter said.

"Then employ one,"

"Just anyone would not be good enough. I could die any day, I'm not sure what would happen to my family when I'm not looking. I need to brand them," Walter said and looked up to see D'huile's blank face. Walter chuckled softly.

"Fear. Fear is a good brand. Only then will I consider them good enough. Those I find worthy, I will keep," Walter said offhandedly. D'huile's expression did not change, as he just stared at Walter silently. Walter chuckled, knowing he did not understand.

"You have talked a lot today; that's a good start," Walter said and D'huile's brow twitched before he faded away.