Emir returned to his previous position, nodding his head.
"…Lets."
While it wasn't revealed in the 'novel,' this woman was a Seraphim Exarch, a sub-rank that was still close to a year away for him to reach.
He realized that ever since he sat across her.
The lady was an Astral, certainly not a combat-oriented Specialization, but the sheer strength her body held as a Celestial of that sub-rank made him second guess and calm any thoughts of fighting her, even though killing her was possible.
Despite her ability to see snippets of the very near future, allowing her to dodge every attack that came at her, Emir had enough to make him a formidable contender, particularly Aetheric Overload.
Regardless, she was more useful alive than dead, a conclusion that most who met her had reached.
So, instead of wasting his time threatening her, he began thinking of questions to ask.
"I've got a few questions for you; mind answering them?"
