Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Everyone turned their head to Kris Vone.

Galleon frowned upon hearing his words. He could sense the animosity between Kris Vone and Fredrinn. He had been on the battlefield for almost two years now so he didn't know the recent events in the kingdom.

"I don't care about the conflict between your households, but in this place, you better forget about them! I don't want to see my people stabbing each other in the back! I don't want to hear that again from you, Kris Vone! Do you understand?" Galleon was truly angry this time. This guy actually dared to question his authority because of some household conflict.

He didn't even use honorifics which showed how dissatisfied he was.

"Yes, Commander…" Kris Vone lowered his head. Galleon was a Void Tempering powerhouse working for the royal family. He was someone that he couldn't afford to provoke. 'Tsk! What a lucky bastard! Galleon is actually protecting him!

Is this an order from His Majesty?'

"Everyone is dismissed. You should go back to your camps and start your battle preparations! We must take Mount Roshire before this year ends!"

"Yes, Commander!"

After they left the tent, Fredrinn felt a piercing gaze. He didn't even need to look to know who it was.

"You're lucky, kid! You better watch yourself from now on! If you make one mistake, I will make sure that you will be punished!" Kris Vone whispered coldly when they brushed shoulders.

Fredrinn ignored his provocation. It wasn't the right time to clash with the Evergreen Household.

He bid farewell to the representatives of the supreme households and left without even looking at Kris Vone.

"Arrogant bastard!" Kris Vone gritted his teeth and left with heavy strides.

Looking at his furious back, the other representatives chuckled in amusement.

"It seems like the conflict of their ancestors will continue in this generation." One of them muttered while shaking his head.

The others didn't say anything, but they agreed with his words.

After that meeting, Fredrin brought his troops to the camp of the deceased corps commander.

Deputy Commander Nate Woodman led the way for them. He also gave Fredrinn some important information about the other corps commanders and some noteworthy division commanders. This was to give him a rough idea about the structure of their army.

An hour later, they arrived at a camp surrounded by large wooden walls.

"We're here." Deputy Commander Nate muttered.

Fredrinn saw ten soldiers approaching them on their horses. Their armor had sword marks and dried-up blood, a clear indication that they had recently fought a bloody battle.

Seeing them, Nate immediately showed his token. "I am Deputy Commander Nate Woodman! Bring us to see the acting Corps Commander!"

When the soldiers saw the token, their grim gazes eased up. They gave him a standard salute. "Deputy Commander, we can only allow a maximum of five people to enter the camp. The rest must stay here." One of them said.

"I understand." Nate nodded. It was normal for them to be this cautious. After all, they lost their corps commander in the recent battle.

Nate turned his head to Fredrinn and nodded to him. "Let's go. Leave your troops here for the time being. Once we talk with the acting corps commander, we can let them in."

Hearing this, Fredrinn gave his troops a few instructions before he entered the camp with Nate.

According to what he heard from Nate, this corps was called the Mad Bear Corps. It got its name from its deceased commander who was known as 'Mad Bear'. He was a powerful martial practitioner at the 9th Layer of the Nascent Soul realm. He was from a peasant family and worked his way up to become a military commander.

Unfortunately, he met his end at the hands of the Blue Sky Kingdom's fearsome artillery. It was a tragic death.

Currently, the deputy corps commander of the Mad Bear Corps, Ullyses Ironheart, was temporarily working as the commander. He was also from a poor family and he had been working for the late Mad Bear for a few decades so he was the most affected by his death.

"This is the Deputy Corps Commander's tent. Please wait here while I inform him of your arrival." The soldier said before he entered the tent.

Less than half a minute later, he came back with a middle-aged man who had a cast on his left arm.

Fredrinn observed him closely. Other than his left arm that seemed to be fractured, this man also had a broken nose and a stab wound on his neck. 'How did this guy survive with all those wounds?'

[Nascent Soul 8th Layer]

"Greetings, Deputy Commander Nate!" Ullyses performed a snappy salute which caused some of his wounds to open up.

Nate immediately grabbed the other party's shoulder and stopped him from making any drastic movements. "There's no need to be formal, Deputy Corps Commander. I came here upon the orders of Commander Galleon to send Sir Fredrinn to replace the vacant spot of the Corpse Commander." While saying this, he looked at Fredrinn who was beside him.

Ullyses furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the young-looking man. He looked no older than thirty and had the delicate features of someone brought up in a rich household. "Are you serious?" His voice sounded colder.

Sensing the change in his tone, Nate immediately said. "Deputy Corps Commander Ullyses, this man right here is the heir of the sixth supreme household, Fredrinn Firecrown."

Nate leaned in closer to the Ullyses' ear and whispered. "He might not look like it, but I heard that he is a 10th Layer Nascent Soul martial practitioner."

Ullyses raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I was prejudiced! Please forgive me for my ignorance, Sir Fredrinn." He apologized. If what Nate said was true, then this young man was more than qualified to take the corps commander's position.

Fredrinn waved his hand and smiled. "It's just a misunderstanding. Let's work together, Deputy Corps Commander. I'm still young so I might need your advice from time to time."

"It would be an honor, Sir Fredrinn… No, I should call you Corps Commander now." Ullyses let out a smile, but Fredrinn could sense the sadness in his eyes. He was probably thinking about the late corps commander.