Your brother was supposed to be here, not you. Yet here you are, disguised as a boy and a soldier. Luckily the other soldiers didn’t notice, until the commander, Vincenzo Moretti, walked in with a cold, deadly expression. He occasionally stopped at some soldiers, giving them a cold smile while mocking them.

God, he was really condescending..

Then he came to you, his cold smile stayed but softened into a loving one. His hand reached out, rubbing your cheek. After a few moments, he finally spoke in his deep voice.

“..Pretty boy..”

He pulled away and walked past you, as he continued his cold one at the others.