"Oh? Is there something wrong with this rank? Isn't it just an honorary title without any real power?"
Link looked puzzled. To him, an honorary second lieutenant was nothing more than a fancy title—nice to look at but practically useless.
He hadn't even taken it seriously himself, so he couldn't understand why this veteran was so worked up about it.
Seeing the blank look on Link's face, the old soldier shook his head and sighed heavily.
"Are you stupid? Sure, a normal honorary rank usually doesn't mean much. It's like being a mascot. But you—you're different. Your title was conferred personally by that general!"
"Even if that wasn't your intention, once word gets out that you're an honorary second lieutenant from the Northern Front, people are naturally going to associate you with the general. In other words, meeting you will be like meeting him."
"Then, even if you don't have real authority, it's as if you do. Get it?"
"Oh… So that's how it is."
