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Fedel stood from afar while looking at the white-haired boy who was asking almost every refugee in the tent. Although he had offered himself to help, Damian rejected him right away and said that he had to heed the Emperor's order.
But he was wondering, did Dariush give his sons different tasks? Because both of them share varied activities. One surveyed the refugees while the other one was entangled with knights' businesses.
Fedel's greyish pupil peeked through the corners of his eyes when he sensed a familiar presence approaching him. He turned and bowed toward the figure. He straightened his back and faced the black-haired boy before him.
"Can we talk?"
Fedel glanced at Damian inside the tent, he still queried the refugees then returned his attention to Alexander.
"As you wish."
They walked beside a giant tent with the least passerby.
"I'll get straight to the point. Yovannians will raid this camp tonight."
Without beating the bush Alexander spat out his piece of thoughts. He immediately raised his hand when Fedel tried to open his mouth.
"As to who or where I got this information, it's classified. But I can say that this information is trustworthy and I put my life on the line for it."
"Then, what does Your Highness mean by telling me this?"
"Sir Ulrich and I agreed to kick Damian out of this battle. How about you?"
"Is that even possible?"
Seeing Damian's personality, even if Fedel discussed it with him, that boy would certainly be against it.
"I will knock him out and hide his body in the mountain."
Fedel instinctively massaged his temple at the sudden eruption of dizziness.
"Your Highness, I don't think that is a wise idea."
"Then, do you have any other plans? Talking to him is not an option."
What Alexander said was true, talking to him was not an option. Fedel took a deep breath. It seemed he had no other choice but to concede with him.
"Alright. I agree."
"A few hours before the attack, I would take him to the mountain and then knock him out."
Alexander paused for a moment and continued.
"While I'm going to the mountain with him, could you scout the enemy? Also, I want you to participate in this battle."
However, Fedel's expression turned abysmal cold. He blatantly stared at the golden eyes in front of him, fearlessly.
"I think Your Highness has mistaken something. I'm just a butler."
In contrast to his expression, the Prince flashed a bright and sweet smile. Upon seeing it, Fedel was taken aback and an uncomfortable feeling washed over him.
"Do you know? A long time ago in the Egon Region, there was once a man who was feared by the enemies."
Fedel raised one of his eyebrows as Alexander suddenly changed the subject. Feared by the enemies? Who was it? He had lived there for more than a half-century but never heard of such a story.
"I don't know."
The boy's smile widened.
"It is said that he is capable of killing enemies before they can even blink. He was so fast that no one had ever seen his face on the battlefield. The late Emperor was fond of him and wanted to make him his escort Knight--"
"Your Highness--"
Fedel immediately cut in, he knew where the conversation led. But, Alexander was unfazed by the old man's interruption.
"However, he declined it because he had sworn his loyalty to his Lord--"
"Your Highness--"
Furthermore, the only one who knew his identity was Aeneas Family, and yet this kid--once again, knew. Fedel looked at the boy who was smiling at him.
'There something amiss about him.'
The boy who stood before him was not just an ordinary boy.
'He's dangerous.'
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Alexander looked at how the greenish-black flower dissipated into thin air and completely disappeared from his vision, with that, he activated the Faellusion flower. Ulrich stepped forward.
"Your Highness, it's the time."
"Alright."
The boy turned and started to move.
'Let's change the fate of this place.'
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺