When the man's silhouette appeared at the restaurant entrance, the manager immediately welcomed him in, and Walter Schmidt stood up upon seeing him.
Lewis Holmes naturally knew him; not only had they cooperated during previous exercises, but he was the marshal of Zois, the highest leader of the entire military. Who in the country didn't know him?
"Marshal!" Lewis Holmes walked up to him and saluted him.
Emma Benson, who had been sitting, rose slowly when she saw this, sizing up the man before her—
The man was tall and sturdy, estimated to be around one hundred and eighty-five centimeters or so, clad in a white military uniform, appearing heroic and majestic.
Just as rumors suggested, he possessed a handsome appearance, with sharp, well-defined features, emanating an air of nobility and an outstanding demeanor.
At first glance, Emma Benson found it pleasing; General Holmes gave an impression of a resolute tough guy, handsome and impressive, indeed a good match for Fiona Schmidt!
