Gideon's brows furrowed, and he replied icily, "Enough. I'm merely passing through and mean no harm. If I've bothered you, I apologize, but I'm pressed for time. Keep this up and more innocents might get hurt—I don't believe that's what you want." "Silence!" Benedict snarled, gritting his teeth. He saw Gideon's words as a facade, an attempt to shame him rather than any genuine kindness. Gideon sighed, glancing around quickly. "Are all these people royalty, judging by their attire? I wonder if King Franco is present." Just then, Camila, Jorge, and Carmelo Madron, King of Naporia, hurried over. "What do you mean? Why are you asking about Franco? Are you looking for him?" Camila inquired. "Indeed, I am looking for King Franco." "He is not here. Word is that there's internal strife in Tylland, and he's occupied with those matters." "Thank you," Gideon said, preparing to close the cabin door. But Benedict shouted, "You think you can leave after embarrassing me? I can't let y
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