— Frey Starlight's POV —
The eighth day since the second round of this war began.
"The Ultras are acting strangely this time. Their movements are vague, sluggish, full of openings… almost as if they're not taking the situation seriously at all."
Leaning with one hand on the simple meeting table the soldiers had set up for me, I sat there listening to the report of a certain young man.
He looked close to my age, though he was shorter, with long blond hair and a lean young man ..suited for an assassin.
One of the eight who had chosen to follow me that day. His role wasn't fixed, but thanks to his speed, I had been using him as a scout.
"Your name is Theo, right? I'd like you to elaborate,"
Ghost Umbra, who was also present, cut in. Theo nodded lazily.
