บท 117: Aftermath [5]

If anyone had overheard the conversation between the two, they would have undoubtedly felt the urge to flee.

That was how uncomfortable the tension between Azriel and Freya had become.

The saddest part was that Azriel and Freya didn't dislike each other out of simple animosity—it was because they knew, deep down, they couldn't trust one another.

Each was aware that the other would seize any opportunity to exploit the situation, just as Azriel had done before.

Freya eventually sighed, tapping her fingers on the armrest.

"What's done is done, I suppose... You did well, my prince."

Azriel looked slightly surprised by the sudden acknowledgment, watching as Freya turned her head toward the entrance of the tenth.

"Do you know what I want?" she asked.

"I imagine you must have an idea."

Azriel looked at her quietly before responding in a soft voice.

"...A true hero."

'So, he does know.'