Everyone except Mirius himself stared at Azriel in stunned silence. Quickly regaining her composure, Ranni's voice dropped to a tense whisper.
"...Why would someone like him be in FreeWings? No—why is he even still alive? None of this makes sense... Just... just what is FreeWings?"
Azriel narrowed his eyes.
"A group, like I said before, Instructor. Only, that group isn't interested in destruction or killing Asia. They're focused on one thing."
Mirius smiled brightly as Azriel said it.
"Finding a mythical creature... called a Phoenix."
Ranni's eyes widened.
"A Phoenix? What kind of mad fantasy is that? There's no way something like that exists... Wait—does it?"
Azriel shrugged.
"I don't know. But apparently, every member of FreeWings believes it does."
At that, Ranni glanced at Mirius, then at Azriel, and gave him an incredulous look.
"What game are you playing…?"
Azriel tilted his head slightly, crimson eyes flickering toward her.
"Game?"
