Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

That night, everyone got drunk without exception.

With no threat to their safety, the soldiers were even allowed to drink to their heart's content.

Everyone was in a joyous mood.

The chatter and the laughter of the soldiers could be heard from beneath the mountain.

The crown prince's troops and the miners also joined the celebration, making the atmosphere even more cheerful and merry.

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The next morning, Fredrinn left Mount Roshire with his troops after bidding farewell to the crown prince.

As for Princess Danielle, she escaped from her brother and left with Fredrinn.

She pestered him nonstop on the journey, but strangely enough, she didn't mention anything about marriage.

This only made Fredrinn feel more unsettled.

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Fredrinn knew that she was probably cooking up a plan on how to make the king agree with her plan to marry him.

The trip back to the capital took more than a month. Nothing noteworthy happened within that period, but during that month, Fredrinn discovered that he was starting to develop feelings for the princess.

Upon their arrival at the capital, a large crowd of citizens welcomed them, clapping their hands while cheering for the soldiers.

This made Fredrinn and the soldiers feel that their efforts were worth it.

After the parade, the Grand Tactician, an old man who looked to be in his seventies came and gave a long speech.

"…Thank you for your service to the kingdom, brave warriors!"

At the end of his speech, he commanded the servants to distribute the rewards.

Each soldier received a large sum of money and some cultivation resources, making them incredibly happy.

While the rewards were being distributed, the Grand Tactician took the chance to chat with Fredrinn.

"General Fredrinn, your rewards are too great so you will have to wait for a while to receive them." The old man smiled apologetically.

"I understand, sir. I'm not in a hurry." Fredrinn chuckled. He then used his battle scouter to inspect the Grand Tactician's cultivation. He also used his favorability meter function out of habit.

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[Romero Castleton] Favorability: 50

Just as he had expected, the Grand Tactician's strength was among the best in the entire kingdom. His cultivation even rivaled the family head of the Silversword Supreme Household.

'His cultivation is high, but most importantly, this old man also holds great authority in the kingdom's military.'

"You are just as the rumors say about you, General Fredrinn." The old man looked quite pleased based on his expression.

Hearing this, Fredrinn shook his head and feigned embarrassment. "Everyone is just exaggerating things about me. I'm not that awesome, sir."

"Hahaha! You don't need to be humble."

The two chatted for some time and it was already past noon when their conversation ended.

"Look at me! I didn't sense the time while I was talking with you. Do you have any plans for lunch? Why don't we eat together?" The Grand Tactician suggested with a kind smile.

"That… I'm sorry, sir, but I have already promised to have lunch with someone. Please forgive me." Fredrinn revealed a troubled look.

"I see. What a pity." The old man shook his head, looking a bit disappointed by his response.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Besides, I'm sure that you are in a hurry to meet your family. Since that's the case, I won't keep you with me."

"Thank you for your time, Sir Romero." Fredrinn bowed lightly at the old man.

"If you need any help from this old man, just visit me at my residence. I'll do my best to help you."

"Yes, sir. I'll keep it in mind." Fredrinn nodded.

He wasn't surprised by the old man's enthusiasm. He probably knew that Fredrinn would receive a high military title so he was establishing connections early.

Fredrinn didn't mind this since befriending the Grand Tactician would be of great help to him and the household.

Fredrinn bid the old man farewell and sent him off.

After that, he went to look for the princess, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Did she return to the castle without informing me?" Fredrinn muttered, feeling a slight sense of loss.

He shook his head and headed to a famous restaurant.

More than a month ago, he sent a letter to his family, informing them about his return. They agreed to meet in the restaurant.

He hadn't seen them for a while, so Fredrinn was excited to see them.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw his uncle, Andre Firecrown, at the entrance looking at the passing people as if searching for someone.

"Uncle!" Fredrinn called out eagerly, beaming as he increased his pace.

Andre jolted in surprise when he heard someone calling his name. He turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw Fredrinn walking towards him.

"Fredrinn!" He exclaimed.

"How have you been, Uncle?" Fredrinn hugged his uncle and patted his back.

"Great! I feel great! It's good that you're back!" Andre sounded a bit emotional.

The two exchanged some words before Andre brought him inside the restaurant. "Everyone is waiting for you. When we heard that you arrived with your troops, we came here early to book a private room."

Soon, Andre brought him to the topmost floor of the restaurant.

Fredrinn felt inexplicably nervous as he waited for Andre to open the door.

"Are you nervous?" Andre chuckled when he saw Fredrinn's tensed face.

"A little." Fredrinn forced a smile.

"Just relax. Everyone has been waiting for your return, especially your parents."

Andre patted his shoulder.

"Let's go in."

Fredrinn nodded and followed him inside.

As they stepped inside the private room, Fredrinn saw a group of people chatting inside. Among them were his parents and grandfather. Daphne and his adopted child, Avariel, were also there.

Everyone turned their gazes to him and exclaimed.

"Hello, everyone. I'm back." Fredrinn smiled, feeling emotional at the sight of his family.

"My son! You're finally back!" His mother, Margaret rushed to his side, embraced him tightly, and burst into sobs.

"Yes, Mom. I'm sorry for making you worried." Fredrinn gently rubbed his mother's back.

Suddenly, his father, Roland Firecrown, approached and let out a relieved smile.

"Great work, son."

Fredrinn smiled and nodded upon hearing his words.