First Step of His Plan

The sky was already dark when Fredrinn and the other two returned to the city lord's mansion. 

Looking at the dark sky, Fredrinn thought about his father. Roland wouldn't be pleased if he knew that he went to a cafe to drink alcohol. Knowing this, he sent Lucas a resentful gaze. This guy was too enthusiastic. He talked about his days in the army as well as his experiences on the battlefield. 

Fredrinn was so hooked with his story that he didn't realize the passing of time. If it weren't for Samantha urging them to return to the city lord's mansion, he wouldn't have noticed the time. 

Samantha hired a carriage to drive them back to the mansion.

Fredrinn carried the drunk Lucas to the carriage and sneakily gave him a smack to the head. 

"Huh? W-What wash dat fer?" Lucas stared at him with intoxicated, half-closed eyes. 

"There was a mosquito." Fredrinn lied without batting an eye.