Freya wasn't here to kill me.
She wanted something from me, some piece of information.
And I had a sinking suspicion I knew exactly what that information was.
'…My true identity?'
It was a strong possibility.
The mark etched on my neck, a circle with a cross at its center, was the symbol of the Ashen bloodline.
I had been diligently concealing it with Darkness magic, ensuring it remained hidden from view.
However,
'Freya might have information about the last descendant of Ashen.'
There was already a spy planted in the Imperial Academy by the Demon Realm.
And if anyone knew about the Ashen family, it would be the Demon King's daughter.
They were, after all, the ones who had assassinated her father, the previous Demon King.
'I did take precautions, though.'
I wouldn't have stepped foot in the Demon Realm without a contingency plan.