The villagers lined up along the road, kneeling and bowing their heads as they welcomed the impressive army. That was the Dalmasca way. The king had been overthrown twenty years ago, and now the country was run by a military government under the name of a republic.
What the powerful in the capital wanted had nothing to do with ordinary people like Amal. Life went on as usual. All it really meant was that if you joined the army, you wouldn't go hungry.
As soon as the main force came into view, Amal ran out in front of the army. He quickly spotted Rex, who was hiding in the shadow of a building, out of sight.
"Who are you?" one of the soldiers on guard called out.
"My name is Amal, I'm a supply officer from the 12th Division. I have a report about the 12th Division."
The army came to a stop, and Amal was taken to the commander.
