First, Carl took care of the soldiers who followed him without saying a word even though they were unconscious from sleep.
He was completely different from the way he appeared all the way here.
"Are you the village chief?"
"Yes!"
Carl treated the old man with gray hair as if it were natural and spoke arrogantly without even getting off the horse.
That was the right decision. If he got off the horse now, his small body would be exposed, and if he was polite, they might be suspicious or look down on Carl.
"I am Carl Felt Hardion, who has come to subdue monsters in the Barony of Hilfin under orders from His Majesty the Emperor."
"Huh!"
Surprised voices murmur from everywhere.
However, when Bilford, who was quietly behind Carl, turned around with wide eyes, everyone fell silent.
To them, it didn't matter at all that Carl was the sickly 4th prince. They don't even know Carol's name.
