After that, neither of them spoke another word.
They sat in silence, gazing into the fire as the hours of the night slipped by one after another.
Between the warmth of the flas and the chill of the night wind, the two felt a strange sense of familiarity in the air ..
An atmosphere they both wished could last forever.
In the end, Ada did not join them that first day.
And so, Frey made his decision.
"I think… it's ti for to tell you my story as well."
He idly played with his fingers as Abraham gave him his full, undivided attention.
"It's a tragic story .. pitiful, perhaps… and dark, if that description fits."
"Are you sure, Frey?" Abraham asked gently.
"You know I can wait, no matter how long it takes."
He hadn't expected Frey to reveal his secrets so soon.
But Frey shook his head.
"It's fine. At the very least, I owe you that much.
And we'll soon be thrown into the final battle .. there won't be ti for conversations like this then."
At that mont, Frey made up his mind.
And he told his father everything.
The story took hours ..long, unbroken hours .. until the morning sun finally rose above them.
Frey left out nothing.
He spoke of the system's final missions, his relationship with Naless and how that being had beco a part of him…
of his strange connection to the Demon King,
the Historians,
and the other world—one he himself barely understood.
Abraham's expression shifted again and again .. between shock, disbelief, and astonishnt .. at the sheer madness of what Frey was recounting.
Yet he never interrupted.
He allowed Frey to speak until the very end.
Yet he never interrupted.
He allowed Frey to speak until the very end.
A night-long confession.
At first, Abraham said nothing.
Then ca his first reaction.
"This is… truly tragic. My son… you've suffered so much."
He was genuinely saddened by what he had learned ... by the fate of a son bound to overwhelming power, dragged into conflicts with transcendent beings far beyond human reason or capacity.
Hearing his father's words, Frey let out an unconscious laugh.
"It's alright, Father. I'm used to it by now."
Those words only deepened Abraham's sorrow.
For his son to have grown accustod to such hell ..
that alone was proof of how much he had endured over the years.
A suffering unlike anything Abraham himself had known.
Abraham quickly composed himself, his mind beginning to analyze everything Frey had told him.
"So… even you don't know what you truly are."
Frey nodded.
"I have no mories of any of this nonsense surrounding —
the Historians, those strange faces…"
He was referring to Audrey, and to the mysterious blond-haired boy responsible for the system.
He didn't recognize them.
Yet for so reason… he felt as though he had known them before.
Especially that blond-haired boy.
Frey couldn't understand it.
Had he lived another life before reincarnating?
Or was he part of sothing far greater?
The more he thought about it, the more lost he beca.
But Abraham's concern wasn't Frey's origin.
It was sothing else entirely.
"You said Naless… is inside you now," Abraham said slowly.
"And that the two of you are on good terms .. correct?"
Frey nodded.
"For now… yes."
At that, Abraham's expression turned serious.
"Then… can you switch with him for a mont?
There's sothing I wish to speak with him about."
Frey hesitated.
"Naless helps from ti to ti, but he refuses to fully take over my body.
He's afraid my emotions—my self—will spread into him even more than they already have.
So I don't know if I can do what you're asking."
His answer was honest.
But then .. he heard a voice inside his head.
"That's fine. Grant his request."
It was Naless .. instantly dismissing Frey's concern.
Standing before him within the sea of blood inside his mind, Frey was surprised by Naless's decision.
"Are you sure? I thought you didn't want to take my body again."
Naless nodded.
"And I still don't. But this has nothing to do with your emotions."
His eyes glowed violet behind the mask.
"Your feelings—everything that is you—have already beco part of .
There's no point in refusing any longer."
"All I refuse to do… is steal your body.
It belongs to you."
"I rely wish… to see how far you will go,
walking this brutal path you chose for yourself."
Naless said this as he turned his gaze toward the path Frey had carved with his own hands through the sea of blood.
Frey was genuinely surprised by Naless's stance—he had never expected this from him.
In response, he found himself with nothing but words of gratitude.
"Thank you… You have no idea how much weight your words have lifted from my chest."
At Frey's gratitude, Naless simply shook his head.
"There is nothing to thank for. We do not know what the future holds. What I am now is rely an empty fragnt of my true self. Who knows? My stance may completely change once you recover the remaining pieces of the self—and my true personality returns to ."
Naless was pointing out sothing critically important.
His current existence was nothing more than the result of the mories stored within the mask.
He was incomplete .. unfinished.
Once the original self returned… no one could predict what would happen.
Yet none of that altered Frey's resolve.
"We can worry about that when the ti cos. For now… there is only you and ," Frey said with a faint smile.
Naless fell silent for a mont—then nodded.
"Yes… just you and ."
At that instant, both of them closed their eyes.
In the real world, Frey's presence and aura shifted completely .. so much so that Abraham sprang to his feet, wariness etched across his face.
At the sa ti, Frey's expression grew visibly colder ...more composed, more mature.
Even his very presence felt heavier… far heavier than before.
"There is no need for alarm, Abraham Starlight," Naless said calmly, attempting to ease his tension.
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