France, September 23rd 1803
3:48 PM
After Lucius killed the two remaining French soldiers, he sighed. He didn't like doing that, but he knew that he had to do this.
After he stood up, he was surprised by Marius's sudden agressive behavior. The veteran soldier grabbed Lucius by his hair, making him look into his eyes.
Lucius grabbed Marius's wrist, trying to separate himself from him. "Wh-What the hell, Marius? L-Let go," he said, trying to push him away, however, the soldier was too strong for him.
Marius smirked. "Just so you know, if you make another fuss like that back then, I'll chip your head off on the spot," he said with a glint of a sarcasm.
Still, Lucius laughed nervously. "Hehe, don't worry, I won't do it again," he said.
Marius softened his expression before letting go of Lucius's hair. "Good boy," he said, patting his shoulder, before walking away.