To flaunt their superior status, noble officers wore exceptionally ornate clothing and armor. This one's silver-white armor was inlaid with golden olive leaf decorations, and his crimson inner lining stood in stark contrast to the Mortal Soldiers.
He especially liked to stand in high places, cracking his leather whip with an air of arrogance.
But on a battlefield that was a veritable meat grinder, such actions were tantamount to suicide.
Decapitation strikes were simple and crude, but effective.
The moment Reinhardt arrived on the Steel Bridge Corridor, he noticed the lavishly dressed mortal officer, but he was still uncertain of his rank.
Until he pulled out the Radiant Beacon.
The Reinhardt of today was no longer the Transmigrator reincarnated into Grillers World, nor the half-native who had fled famine for eight years and nearly starved to death.
From his contact and conversations with Governor Ullrich, he had learned a great deal of useful knowledge.
