Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Soon, he felt that his body was starting to get warm. It was a sensation described in the book so he wasn't flustered by the changes.

Fredrinn closed his eyes and concentrated his consciousness on the abstract feeling of being submerged in a sea of flames. It was then that a dazzling yellow flame burst out and ignited upon his body.

Strangely enough, he didn't feel the intense heat from the flames. All he felt was endless warmth and comfort as if the dazzling yellow flames were a part of his body, an extension of some sort.

"So this is how it feels to master the third movement of the Seven Scorching Sword Style…" He muttered with a grin.

When he stopped his training, the crimson sky was almost about to be replaced by the darkness.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

When he heard the knocking on his door, he smirked. "Wait for me. I'll be there."

He headed out of his study and saw Cain who was lightly dressed. The old doctor didn't allow him to wear heavy equipment to speed up his recovery. Fredrinn also noticed the thick bandages wrapped around Cain's body. "How do you feel?"

"I feel better, my lord," Cain responded with his head lowered.

"That's good. I already asked someone to get the herbal medicines suggested by Doctor Noel. You need to drink them according to the doctor's instructions."

"Yes, my lord."

"Let's talk as we walk. Follow me." Fredrinn walked ahead after uttering those words.

Cain immediately trailed behind him.

"I asked you to come here because we have already captured 'The Sender'. He is keeping his mouth shut and doesn't cooperate with our investigations. I want you to take over with the interrogation, but you better not kill him. He still has his uses."

"I understand, my lord."

'With the information Cain got from the Morten Household's estate and the primary person involved with the Snake Gang, we have everything we need to take them down. We just have to prepare for the right timing to disclose this information to the public.' Fredrinn thought to himself as he brought Cain to where the captives were locked up.

"Greetings, my lord!" The people guarding the captives this time were Kristine and Gilbert.

Fredrinn waved his hand and nodded his head to acknowledge their presence.

"It's good to see you, Sir Cain. We're glad that you are safe." Gilbert smiled at Cain.

Hearing this, Cain merely nodded his head.

Gilbert wasn't offended by his response. He already knew what kind of person he was after being with him for some time.

Meanwhile, Kristine didn't say anything. She just stood there quietly as she watched Fredrinn's side profile. The wound that he made across his face had already scarred and it made him look more intimidating. He still looked handsome with his elegant facial features, but the scar added some sort of charm that made him look more formidable.

'That confident gait and calm expression. He has fully transformed into a different person.' That was her current impression of him.

"Tell the people nearby to stay far from this place during the interrogation. Don't let anyone get close." Fredrinn instructed in a stern voice.

"Yes, my lord!" Gilbert and Kristine bowed.

"Go."

The two immediately took this cue to leave and do as he had instructed.

After they left, Fredrinn turned his gaze to Cain. "I'll leave them to you. The interrogation might take a while so I will wait at my study. You can send someone to inform me once everything is over."

"I will get it done as soon as possible."

"Don't overdo it." Fredrinn smiled. He wanted to pat Cain's shoulder, but he retracted his hand when he saw the bandages on his body. In the end, he could only give the latter a few reminders before he headed back to the main mansion.

On his way back to his study, he happened to run into his parents.

"My son!" Margaret smiled upon seeing him, while Roland nodded with a light smile.

"Father, mother…" Fredrinn warmly greeted his parents.

"You look very busy. What are you up to these days?" Margaret asked as she grabbed her son's arm.

Fredrinn glanced at Roland and saw the latter giving him a signal with his eyes. From the looks of it, Margaret was still oblivious to the situation with the Snake Gang. After a moment of thinking, he finally came up with a good excuse. "Actually, I'm occupied with the situation at the mining site."

He didn't want to worry his mother who was pregnant.

"The mining site?" Margaret raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Ahem!

Roland faked a cough and said. "You see, our son suggested an increase in the miners' salary. He also suggested to…" He followed up with a good reason to help Fredrinn.

"I see. No wonder. It's good that you have such thoughts about the mining site. I'm also aware of the situation there, but the current situation in the mining site is not very optimistic…" Margaret sighed while shaking her head.

"Don't worry about it, mother. I'll come up with a good plan to improve the environment at the mining site. I can't let our people who are working so hard suffer because of this. Just leave it to me." Fredrinn said as he massaged his mother's hand.

"Mn. I will wait for your good news." Margaret smiled at him.

"Let's go somewhere more private. We have to discuss some family matters as well." Roland suggested.

"Sure." Fredrinn agreed with a nod. This was probably related to the child in his mother's womb so he was excited to hear the details.

"Alright. Let's go."