The Decision Of A Future Monarch

"Your majesty, I think it was wise of us to play things out as we did.

A few of those Zohl's gave me a weird feeling."

"Well, even though I didn't feel anything weird about them, I think it was still good that we hid our identities.

After all, they were strangers now, but we don't know if they would become our enemies or allies in future."

"Hmmm... I agree."

"Me too."

Landon listened calmly while trying to recall the strange behaviour of those Zohls.

While moving from ship to ship stealthily, he had heard some desperate Adonis people yell out that they (the Baymardians) were here to help their comrades (the Zohls).

But if the Adonis people thought they were Morgs, then didn't this mean that those particular group of Zohls were comrades with the Morgs?

Something about this matter didn't sit right with him.

So he didn't bother getting friendly with these people.