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Unlike the last time, the port guards seemed to be waiting for Karyl's arrival. As he stepped into the building, everyone greeted him with a deep bow. It was clear that they were still shaken by the incident where he had cut their colleague in half.
"Lord Karyl."
"You look different from last time. That robe, frankly, was a bit off, Your Grace."
"Hahaha, what does appearance matter? It's the beliefs that are most important."
Fran Lurein greeted Karyl naturally, reverting to formalities as if nothing had ever happened. Dressed in luxurious clothes and expensive accessories, he was meeting Karyl not as Fran of the Wooden Cloud but as Fran Lurein of the principality.
Seeing Fran’s wide smile, Karyl smirked.
Taking off a mask really makes a difference. This guy… isn’t he a bit strange?
After all, those destined to fight over thrones, whether in the empire or the principality, had to grow amidst numerous secret plots and slander. Luon and Olivurn were prime examples of that.
Perhaps this level of change in Fran’s demeanor was just the tip of the iceberg.
And unlike last time, everyone sitting around seems quite capable. Having an excuse that they are part of the port guard helps too, Karyl thought as he was observing Fran’s subordinates scattering back to...
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