Nero had already seen Vilhelm before. He was tall, lean, with blonde hair and striking blue eyes. The man wore a lazy smile, as if he did not have a care in the world, and seemed entirely harmless.
Yet for all the laziness he appeared to show, his guard was never lowered - at least during the short period Nero had seen him in. His posture was not that of a mere soldier, but that of a trained, seasoned warrior who had seen countless battles. His movement was not the robotic, rigid movement of someone who had merely trained a lot. No, he had the fluid movement of someone who had mastered his training, understanding the underlying essence of it rather than merely mimicking the movements.
It was impressive, but then again, that was already expected. Whether in his classes, or in combat, Vilhelm had attained the highest possible grade. The fact that he appeared to lack ambition or motivation was independent of that fact.
