A young man serving as Commander of the Royal Army's soldiers. As a former mercenary, Julian's skill is undeniable though his self-presumptuousness makes him a touch unrefined. His current position was entrusted to him by his predecessor Crave, but as he originated from outside the kingdom, there are some who do not think of him kindly. However, his competence with his sword and his ability to command is such that all would recognize it. Mercenary Crave is his oftentimes drinking companion.
15%Sustaining the front lines is the duty of us soldiers.
30%You were right to pick me.
50%Leading the fight is what it means to be soldier chief.
60%Will is critical.
80%Only you can put an end to this conflict.
100%I'll wield my sword as long as your will does not waver.
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...Why did I become a soldier?
*In the silence, Julian repeats the question.*
At first it was because my sword skills were so good, but now that this war has started, my sword is for defending this country.
*Julian continues talking slowly and deliberately*
I am a soldier. I am a sword and a shield for the country. I now see that the most important thing to a soldier isn't his sword skills, it's his his will to give his life fighting for his country.
*Julian's eyes suddenly grow serious as he peers into his glass. He suddenly smiles, but with a hint of sorrow.*
To fight in battle, when you don't know when it will end, you don't know if you're going to die, takes extraordinary emotional strength.
*Julian is speaking for himself, but might just as easily be speaking for all soldiers. It seems as though, as a soldier at least, he is cursing his lot in life.*
100%
You asked me why I became a soldier, right? There's something I want to ask you too, Prince. What is your unwavering commitment to this country?
*Julian asks his question with the same fixed stare as he had last time.*
I told you before, right? 'To fight in battle, when you don't know when it will end, you don't know if your'e going to die, takes extraordinary emotional strength.' There are all kinds of fighters here, fighting for all kinds of reasons. Above me - no, us - with all our different motives, stands you, my Prince. I don't follow anyone not capable of shouldering that burden.
*It's curious that he says this. Perhaps after talking with you face to face a few times, a firm commitment presented itself to him too. He waits steadfastly for your reply, and you answered as Prince but also as another soldier fighting for your country.*
...If that's your answer then I'll fight to the end, till I die. As long as your will doesn't waver I'll wield my sword for you.
*As he speaks his words, his eyes seem to be filled anew with determination.*
