That question wasn't meant to seek an answer—
Corrin had asked it deliberately, aiming to provoke the man further.
And as he watched Harry's expression harden, he knew his words had struck exactly where he intended.
"We can make her agree —by any means," Harry said coldly. "Let her refuse once … twice … thrice … however many times she wants. In the end, she'll give in."
His eyes darkened as he added,
"I'll make sure she does."
Corrin stood there silently, a faint smile resting on his lips.
Of course, Freya would have to give in.
After all—
If she didn't, how else would he win?
'Freya Finn … fight with everything you have,' he muttered inwardly. 'But in the end, you still won't be able to win.'
His smile deepened ever so slightly.
'I'll take your merits … your success —just like I always have.'
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On the other side—
By the time they reached the practice ground, Freya led Adelyn straight inside.
Amelia was already there, waiting.
