Malin and the white-haired old company commander of the ragged platoon laughed so hard they were gasping for breath.
"Your Excellency! And old Kay! What are you laughing at!" The teenage boy widened his eyes.
"No, Kasdoff, listen, having courage and perseverance is a good thing, but think about it: standing in front of me, do you really believe you can protect a Legendary?"
The old white-haired one was going too far.
"But, but..." The young man wasn't stupid. But he was burdened by the responsibility pressing on his shoulders, so Malin had no choice but to command him as a Marshal: "I, Farole, Marshal of the Eastern and Northern Kingdoms, order you, young man, that during combat, you must stand behind me, not in front of me or at my sides blocking me from cutting down Chaos. Do you understand?"
Looking at the two Marshal's staffs Malin pulled out, the teenage boy finally had no choice but to accept this new order.
