New Habsburg.
Old Leonard wore a brand new silk shirt, gripping a whip, standing at the castle gate.
He was loudly scolding the farmer soldiers transporting supplies: "Move faster, the Marquis has granted you the grace to return home, far from the brutal battlefield, and he has given you land and rewards, you're not here to dawdle!"
"All supplies must be accounted for before sunset, tomorrow morning they'll be escorted to Gaza, without any delay!"
Beside him, the Grain Transport Officer of Imperial Knight origin teased: "Alright, old Leonard, you don't need to wield that ornamental whip, my boys may not be the smartest but they'll never be lazy."
Leonard snorted, reluctantly putting away his whip.
He was actually a warm-hearted person. If someone made a mistake, he'd wave the whip and spit could spray all over their face, but he'd never really hit anyone.
