Maland Part 4

Maland's POV 

My life in the military from that point onwards took a drastic turn. My legs recovered completely in a few days. Over time, I had managed to gain some true comrades and I even managed to learn each and everyone's names in the army. 

I even happened to become quite the favourite candidate for the general, and truth to be told even I grew quite fond of him. The sword he gifted me with had become one with my soul. I would never go anywhere without it, and through the use of magic I managed to hide it in a small pouch that I kept under my pillow while I slept. 

Over the course of the next few months, which seemed to pass by faster than the last few days, my admiration for the general grew quite a lot. Never have I ever imagined I'd come to appreciate someone this much in life, but the general, he was just so perfect that it was almost impossible for me to resist his charms.