Jinor stroked his chin for a long while, his expression troubled after hearing my explanation. Then, he met my gaze directly and asked,

    "Alright. Everything you say makes sense. If Anima loses, things will likely unfold that way. But... how do you know all this in such detail?"

    "If we assume her defeat, the number of possible outcomes naturally becomes limited."

    "That''s not what I mean."

    Jinor''s sharp gaze locked onto me. No... to be precise, he wasn''t exactly glaring at me. He was certainly looking at me keenly, but there was something different about his stare.

    I had seen that kind of gaze once before.

    Back in Arnel Castle, after the Northern Fortress Defense Battle.

    Jinor let out a small scoff, and for the first time, I felt a peculiar sense of kinship with him.

    "Alright. Since you''ve made deductions, allow me to do the same. Do you mind? I promise it won''t take long."

    "Go ahead."

    "I still believe your prediction is highly likely to be correct. Your explanation is logical, everything aligns, and, most importantly, it comes from you—Swen. Just like last time, your words will probably be proven right. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if your accuracy didn’t begin only after arriving here."

    "What do you mean by that?"

    "I’ll be frank. People think Lyn Brans suffered a devastating loss when she lost Airen Juliet... but I suspect that losing you was far more damaging to the Brans Army."

    "Me? Ha! You''re exaggerating. I was nothing more than a minor aide to General Airen."

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