France, September 21st 1803
7:06 AM
Johan made a long break before taking Herman's hand and standing up with his help, he was speechless.
Johan raised his brow. "...Are you sure about that?" he asked.
Herman chuckled. "Come on, Johan, what's wrong with you? I did send Lucius and Luther to the frontlines, and I have even turned Lukas into my vice-captain, so what's so wrong with that?" he asked. "In fact, I guess Lukas is younger than you, so age can't be the reason at all," the bulky man added.
Johan slowly nodded his head. "...Yeah, Lukas is younger than me, you're right," he said before looking down at his feet.
After a while, Johan took a deep breath before clenching his fists and looking back to Herman. "Very well, Captain Herman! I'm going to do that! I swear I won't disappoint you in the frontlines," he said with determined eyes.