Iris chuckled, tugging his beard.
Unfortunately for him—Frey wasn't wrong.
Had Frey actually chosen to escape, it would've taken the combined force of all commanders to even try to bring him back.
Iris still remembered the trial where he once defended Frey.
Even back then, he knew that Abraham Starlight's son would eventually become the beast the Empire would depend on for its future wars.
His prediction had come true ..with terrifying accuracy.
Frey's growth had far surpassed all expectations.
A monster with incomprehensible abilities… and the Empire's deepest secret: his ability to break past the limits of talent itself.
"To be honest with you," Iris finally said, "I came here because I don't want you to return to that cell."
"I'm listening," Frey replied, still wearing that unreadable expression..as if he had already anticipated the course of the conversation.
At that moment, Iris was convinced—the leader was far worse than his squad.
