Hans stood at the entrance of his family's palace with his luggage sitting near the door, waiting for his eventual departure. There was a calm and collected expression on his youthful face, despite being deployed to the vanguard of the German Armed Forces, which would no doubt be the first to intercept the Japanese Navy when war finally broke out between the two mighty empires.
The boy was surrounded by family, who all prepared to say their goodbyes. It was entirely unknown when the war would begin, but the idea of having a member of their own family march to war was a sobering and grim thought for most.
After all, it had been some time since Berengar had last step foot on the battlefield, and in these peaceful years none had expected the next generation to take up arms so soon. Linde was in tears as she hugged her son and kissed him on the forehead goodbye. Naturally, she was deeply concerned about the boy's safety and continued to whimper a single phrase.
