What? She Won? In truth, John was not surprised that Siegfried had agreed to his request.
After all, he knew the Dragon Slayer's character well. He knew Siegfried was not the kind of ungrateful wretch who bit the hand that fed him.
What John had not expected was for Village Chief Ernest, who seemed timid and afraid of trouble, to support the matter as well.
Did Ernest think the Empire was powerful and want to throw in his lot with it?
He had even said that he had long wanted Siegfried to enlist?
Surely Ernest had not been swayed by John's personal charm?
At that thought, John could not help wanting to laugh. The last possibility was simply too absurd. He had known Ernest for less than two days in total. If he could win the man over with sheer charisma in such a short time—
Wouldn't that make him even more impressive than the little mustache from his previous life?
That kind of lie might fool others, but could it fool himself?
Shaking his head, he cast aside the trivial thoughts in his mind.
Inside the moving jeep, John looked through the window at Siegfried, who was following at the rear of the convoy. He had borrowed a spare uniform from one of the infantrymen and changed into it. A reddish-brown longbow was slung across his back, and his long golden hair had been tied up, making him look clean and capable, his gaze sharp.
With his towering build, Siegfried radiated the air of a powerful warrior. Seeing him and the nine Stone Village hunters behind him, John could not help falling into thought.
In truth, he had not originally intended to recruit the other youths from Stone Village into this temporary squad alongside Siegfried.
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