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Frederic now found that he was becoming quite irritated with the princess’ behavior. Her spoilt attitude seemed to know no bounds, and it was starting to make Frederic doubt that her reign would be better for Alionya.. She wasn’t too dissimilar to the Regent now, all she lacked was the bloodshed in her wake. Frederic’s attention turned again to the woodsman before him. “Well, Mael Gerloch, I am Frederic Balentyne of Selithia. It seems Nym here does trust you, so I shall for now. Though, if you should try to attack me while I ask my questions, I’ll make you light up like a sun at night. Now, I’ve guessed as to why you attacked the caravan. I’ve heard stories of what happens here during the night. Yes, you’re quite famous around here.. Though, they usually speak of multiple bowmen taking out any soldiers that dare cross here. May I ask, are you an enemy of this kingdom, or at least of the land that was once a kingdom, or are you simply the enemy of the Regent?” Frederic spoke politely, doing his best to hide a scheming smile. He knew why the man was here, it was all too clear to him. Perhaps he could convince the man to join their side. Then, there would be more people to deal with the spoilt attitude of the heir.