Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters.
"Henricks, I thought you were smarter than to trust the Southern Princess again," the fake Baylor sighed, shaking his head as if Henricks had let him down. His tone was thick with disappointment, like a teacher chastising a student who should have known better.
Then, turning his attention to the other demigods at the table, he continued, his voice carrying a knowing edge.
"If there's one thing I know about women, it's that they hold grudges—deep ones. And that goes double for powerful ones like the Southern Princess. You all remember what she did to Gainover. The poor guy had no choice but to flee to the Northern Royal Family, while his second wife and her entire family were wiped out."
He let that sink in for a moment before leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping just enough to force them to listen closer.
