The Legion Commander

The old priest gave him a meaningful look. "Do you think they look alike? Perhaps you've already noticed. Don't be surprised. There are many others like them in the army. Through countless battles of life and death, they've long since forged bonds that transcend everything else. They can entrust their backs to each other without the slightest worry. You saw it yourself-Grete really cares about Jack."

He said nothing more. He couldn't understand it himself, but that didn't stop him from accepting it. Besides, it wasn't as though he had never seen such things in his previous life, and he had no intention of discriminating against anyone.

Once they were outside, he said to the old priest, "Perhaps we should meet the legion commander. This could save many soldiers' lives." The old priest nodded. "You're right. I'm sure the legion commander would be delighted to meet you."

Then the old priest took him to the council hall. Just as they were about to enter, the guards at the door stopped them.

"Halt. You cannot enter without a summons from the legion commander." The old priest grew a little angry. "Stand aside, guards. We have something very important to discuss with the legion commander. I am Abbat, a priest of the legion."

The guards ignored the old priest. "It doesn't matter who you are. You must have the legion commander's permission." The old priest then began arguing with the guards, while he stood there without saying anything.

The commotion soon alerted the people inside. "Guards, why is it so noisy out there?"

A tall, powerfully built middle-aged man emerged. He wore an enormous suit of armor that encased his entire burly frame, making him look intimidating. His imposing physique also lent him an air of authority.

But the moment the middle-aged