"Your Majesty!? Why are you here?" General Frel looked at Claine as he walked into the command tent with a full suit of armor on.
"My people are out here putting their lives on the line to begin a new chapter in my Rural Kingdom. If I am not on the front lines, then for what reason do the citizens of Rural look up to me as king?" Claine asked as he looked at the lizardman in front of him.
"You're absolutely right, your Majesty. I apologize for my earlier outburst." General Frel lowered his head. He felt ashamed for even asking such a question. Why wouldn't their king be here? He was this kind of man. He was always someone who would rush to the front lines when he could. During the last war, it was every one of his children. And this time, it was the king himself. He was a man of action.
"It's fine. I came unannounced anyway. Now then…" Claine was about to ask how things were going on the front lines when a soldier ran into the tent.
