Henry rode his horse back to the army's formation. He looked at the shocked Boman and the other nobles and said, "Why waste time talking to Half-Beastmen? The sooner we fight, the sooner we rest."
'Dude, seriously? You really don't see Half-Beastmen as people! Oh, right, they're not people... but you can't be this arrogant, can you?'
The Minstrels and court poets accompanying the army all began composing. Henry had really opened their eyes; they had never before seen such a ferocious noble, especially not on a battlefield against Half-Beastmen.
The Third Legion Commander looked toward Henry's position and asked Sebastian, "Is that one of your men? Which officer on the right flank?"
"An Independent Noble and a student of the great King."
The Eleventh Legion Commander waved his hand and said, "Let's prepare for battle. It's not like we can speak their language anyway. There's nothing to discuss."
