"As you say."
The blond man calmly replied, "I'm just a half-baked talent."
"Yes, Axel, that old dog, wants to use Yisen as an 'Echo' or even a 'Mirror' vessel, allowing his daughter to give birth to his future flesh and blood—Afrina, that foolish woman, knows nothing. She genuinely likes my older brother and isn't aware that it was her own father who killed Ely, thinking she finally has a chance."
As he spoke these words, Ian keenly sensed that Patrick's emotions were greatly fluctuating. If not for the Silver Chip, he might have even been deceived by the latter.
Suppressing his anger, but still appearing indifferent on the surface, Patrick looked around at the smooth metal fragments surrounding him, staring at his own distorted and shattered reflection in the pieces: "Ian, you must understand, if Yisen were alive, the outcome would certainly be more miserable than death."
"Yes, I'm a half-baked talent."
