Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Fredrinn answered their questions one by one, but he didn\'t give them all the information, especially the gruesome details.

After lunch, Fredrinn quietly left the capital with his family.

While carrying his adopted daughter, Avariel, in his arms, Fredrinn looked at the scenery through the carriage window.

He tried to recall the faces of the comrades who died on the battlefield, but the images in his mind were blurry and distorted as if he was unconsciously trying to forget the unbearable memories.

"Papa…" The little girl, Avariel, stood on his lap and hugged his beck. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Fredrinn snapped out of his dazed state when he felt her moist little lips on his face.

He looked at her and gently rubbed her head. "Can you say it again, Avariel? Say, papa."

The little girl tilted her head and stared at him with her big innocent eyes. "Papapa!"

"Oh! Good girl! You can speak more fluently now. It looks like you have been practicing well with your grandma and grandpa." Fredrinn smiled, looking incredibly fond of the little girl.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, making Fredrinn raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"What happened?"

He immediately released his spiritual perception to inspect the surroundings.

"My lord, an army is blocking our path!" Shouted the coachman, his voice shaking with fear.

The household\'s martial practitioners were on full alert, looking prepared to fight if the need arose.

"Hold on! I know them!" Fredrinn calmed everyone.

He then handed Avariel to Daphne. "Please hold her for a while for me."

"Alright." Daphne nodded her head and took Avariel in her arms.

After making sure that everyone had relaxed, Fredrinn stepped out of the carriage and looked at the army in front of them with a mixture of emotions.

These people were his comrades in arms.

Suddenly, a man stepped out of the formation and approached Fredrinn.

It was Ulysses, the Deputy Corps Commander of the Mad Bear Corps.

He had a solemn look on his face and his back was straight like a sword.

When he was only twenty meters away from Fredrinn\'s entourage, Ulysses saluted snappily. "Thank you for leading us back home, General! We will wait for your call!"

As soon as his voice fell, the soldiers echoed his words.

"Thank you for leading us back home, General! We will wait for your call!"

Their loud, sonorous voices reverberated like thunder. Even the citizens at the periphery of the capital could hear them.

Fredrinn\'s lips curved upwards. He could feel their loyalty rising even without using his favorability meter function.

Meanwhile, Bernard and the Black Flame Heavy Cavalry who were standing on the opposite side of the army, also saluted.

Inside the carriage, Roland and the others felt proud when they saw this scene.

"Our son has grown up," Margaret muttered as she wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Mn." Roland nodded in agreement.

"How many soldiers are in that army? Are they my nephew\'s subordinates? Holy shit!" Andre almost couldn\'t believe his eyes. He even rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dreaming.

He had never seen an army of that size.

The fact that all the soldiers were expressing their respect and loyalty towards Fredrinn spoke volumes of his charisma and leadership.

"I think there\'s a hundred thousand of them, probably even more." Remarked Marcus Firecrown, the former patriarch of the Firecrown Supreme Household and Fredrinn\'s grandfather.

"A hundred thousand?! Wouldn\'t that make Fredrinn a Great General?" Andre was shocked.

"Hmm… that\'s not impossible." Marcus rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes sparkling with profound wisdom.

They had already been made aware of Fredrinn\'s achievements in the northern borders.

It was practically publicized by the royal family to make the citizens feel at ease about the situation in Mount Roshire and it proved to be effective.

The only issue was that there had been more and more visitors coming to the estate. Some sought friendship, while others had ulterior motives.

In the face of those visitors, the Firecrown Supreme Household welcomed them with open arms regardless of their intentions.

As a newly promoted supreme household, they were still weaker compared to the other supreme households in terms of wealth and connections so they took the opportunity to broaden their network.

At this moment, Fredrinn showed a standard salute. "I will be back, my comrades!" Your journey continues with mvl

"For now, everyone should go home and return to their families. I\'ll see you again soon!"

Fredrinn turned around and went back to the carriage.

As soon as he stepped inside the carriage, the army parted and made a path for them while maintaining their salute.

The Firecrown Supreme Household\'s entourage passed by the path under the heated gazes of the soldiers. Following closely behind them were Bernard and the soldiers of the Black Flame Heavy Cavalry.

When they left the estate a few months ago, there were five thousand of them. Now, only a little more than three thousand five hundred remained.

***

A month later, they finally arrived at Red Sun City where they received another warm welcome from the residents.

Leading the welcoming party was the city lord and his two children, Samantha, and Lucas. The city lord\'s wife, Hannah Sparks, was also there.

Despite being weary from the trip, Fredrinn\'s group stepped out of their carriage to greet the city lord.

"Greetings, City Lord!" Roland cupped his fists.

Fredrinn and the others followed suit.

Although the Firecrown Supreme Household had already grown strong enough to surpass the city lord\'s mansion\'s power, they still maintained their respectful attitude.

The friendship between both families had already solidified after Fredrinn had helped the city lord fully recover and advance to the Void Tempering realm.

"You\'ve become a better man in just a few months, Fredrinn, or should I call you General Fredrinn now?" The city lord, Ludwig Springfield, joked with a teasing smile.

"I don\'t deserve such praise, city lord." Fredrinn shook his head with a wry smile.