Chapter 33

The room fell silent as Frederick effortlessly spoke Faelorian—a silence so profound, you could hear a pin drop.

Every face displayed disbelief as they exchanged glances.

Seriously? This guy, who makes a mere four grand, could speak fluent Faelorian?

Even the pastry chef stood frozen.

Sebastian couldn't resist a jab. "Maybe consider dropping the act if you can't speak Faelorian? The pastry chef can't understand you. No need to fake it!"

Then, the Faplean chef surprised everyone, giving Frederick a thumbs-up.

He praised him with a poor Aetherian accent, "Sir, if not for your appearance, I'd swear you were one of us. Your Faelorian is spot-on, like a native!"

The crowd was stunned into silence.

Sebastian's expression shifted dramatically.

Once the chef left, Jasmine couldn't contain her amusement. She teased, "Frederick, you always seemed adorkable! Who knew you spoke Faelorian so well?"

Frederick shrugged and said, "It's nothing, just something I picked up."

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