France, September 23rd 1803
8:51 PM
Julian and the rest of the army stood before the battlefield with their mouths open, they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Julian stuttered. "Y-You have truly defeated them?" he asked.
Lukas, who was the one to receive them, tilted his head. "Yes, of course," he replied before smirking. "Were you truly expecting me not to do it?" the blonde boy asked.
Julian immediately shook his head. "N-No, that's not it. I was just expecting them to show a bit more resistance after losing their cannons," he said.
Lukas shrugged his shoulders. "They actually didn't even lose all their cannons," he said.
Julian raised his brow. "U-Uh?" he asked.
Lukas nodded his head. "Yeah, that's right. Don't forget that we are always under a lot of pressure during a war, so the minimum impact can destroy all your mind, and consequently destroy your chances of winning the battle," he explained.