The first sight of the Lanark morning sun was a gathering of Lanark's nobility in the arena of the Archduchess's estate, an event exclusive to the royal family and their knights. They had congregated to witness a surprising and unexpected spectacle that had stirred both admiration and skepticism among the ranks.
Half of those assembled admired the former Commander's courageous heart and unparalleled loyalty that had driven him to challenge the Crown Prince for the coveted title of Platoon Leader. The other half, however, questioned Arkin von Conradie's sanity, speculating that his years as a mercenary may have taken a toll on his logic.
After all, who in their right mind would willingly accept the possibility of being defeated by a six-year-old boy, even if that boy happened to be the unique Crown Prince of Emoria?