Orpheus regarded Siegmund as perhaps the most trusted and closest of his generals.
If such a thing was possible for a brute like Orpheus Van Merikh, he adored the man as one would an elder brother.
If it were anyone else who dared to ask such a question, Orpheus would have roared till their ears bled.
But coming from Siegmund, he valued the man's words for what they were worth.
"That is something for me to be concerned about," Orpheus replied, his tone calmer now. "Rest at ease; the lady does not impede my judgement, my ambition, or my thoughts. I am, as you have always known, Orpheus Van Merikh."
There was nothing more to say to it.
It was the ending of a statement with no further arguments.
Orpheus glanced at each of his generals nostalgically; they were men who had fought beside him for many years and some perhaps since he was old enough to wield a sword.
Such men were as hard as stone, powerful, and loyal.
