Silence...
As things reached this point, Fred looked at the blade pressed against his skin. The murderous expression on his face gradually returned to calm.
He slowly put away the greatsword in his hand, then broke into hearty laughter with a bold expression.
"Hahahaha, little Korelinus, we were only playing around. Look, I didn't even use my full strength. You don't have to take it so seriously, do you?"
"I just happened to see an acquaintance and couldn't help coming over to say hello."
Fred laughed nonchalantly, pushed aside the puppet holding a sword against him, and walked toward the middle-aged man who had been watching from the side.
"It really has been a long time, Hezley de Franklin!"
"Yes, it truly has been a long time. You still look as hale and hearty as ever, Count Fred."
Fred spread his arms, and the man likewise smiled and opened his arms. The two embraced like close friends.
"I didn't expect your family to still be raising this mongrel. Be careful he doesn't turn on you..."
Fred affectionately patted the man's back with one hand, but his eyes revealed an icy coldness as he spoke in a low voice.
Hezley's smile did not change in the slightest. He also patted Fred's arm and said with a gentle smile:
"You jest, Count Fred. Northus is an outstanding junior of the Franklin family. Why would I be worried?"
"He inherited the Franklin family's talent very well. The family head is quite pleased."
At those words, Fred's body visibly swelled for an instant, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.
"Hmph!"
He snorted coldly, released his hold, and looked at Hezley. A hearty smile appeared on his face once more.
"Hahaha—really? That's wonderful. I hope he can keep making your family head happy."