Frey showed no reaction.
Instead, he rose from his seat and walked toward Gehrman with slow, heavy steps.
"Whether I hate you or not doesn't matter right now. And killing you would gain me nothing."
He stopped in front of Gehrman, staring down at him.
"Tell me, Gehrman. You know the future—but not all of it. Isn't that right?"
The smile slowly faded from Gehrman's face.
Seeing that, Frey continued.
"I've been thinking about it for a while. You know the future, or at least parts of it… but at the same time, you're missing countless details."
"You didn't know about Vex of the Hell Dukes. You didn't know about Amon of the High Demons. That alone proves it."
"What you see are more like major events—key points that define a certain path. Isolated dots that shape the route you want to reach. But everything between those dots is blank… dark. You try to connect them without altering the path itself."
That meant walking through endless uncertainty.
