The morning sun shone brightly over the barracks at the Greymane Wall. It was the hour when the soldiers rose for their drills. Clad in armor, Osborne strode expressionlessly toward the depths of the camp, only to stop at a sudden eruption of sacred power. His gaze instinctively turned toward its source, deep uncertainty flashing in his eyes. Then, as though something had occurred to him, he hurried onward without hesitation. But he was no longer heading deeper into the camp. He was making for Rachel's tent.
The sudden eruption of sacred power was tremendous, clearly visible throughout the camp. Golden light rose into the sky like a pillar holding up the heavens, piercing the entire firmament. The extraordinary sight could be seen not only at the Greymane Wall, but even from Gilneas City. In the world of his previous life, where supernatural powers did not exist, such a spectacle would undoubtedly have been considered a miracle, a manifestation of the gods.
Osborne met no obstacles along the way and soon arrived outside Rachel's tent. At a glance, he saw Rachel standing outside, gazing toward the golden pillar. He stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and greeted him. "Grand Marshal!"
Osborne was much older than Rex. Though not quite as old as King Genn, he could more or less be counted among the king's generation, and he had grown up hearing legends of Rachel. Someone like Ulysses respected Rachel, but still harbored a certain skepticism. That respect stemmed from Rachel's strength and age. His glorious victories belonged to such a distant era that Ulysses felt they must have been embellished.
"You're here," Rachel said warmly. He had a good impression of Osborne, not because Osborne was one of Rex's favored generals, but because of his attitude. When Rachel first met him, Osborne