"Scum?"That phrase again—scum!Frederick narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint of lethal intent flashing within them. "You assassins have all been trained, haven't you? To act like this toward me, and toward Nathaniel as well! Speak! Who is behind you? Who trained you?"He suddenly rose to his feet, crossed the room in a few swift strides, and seized her by the neck, his fingers slowly tightening. "Tell me! Why approach me? Who is orchestrating all this behind the scenes?""W-what do you mean? I-I don't understand—" Freya gasped, having great difficulty breathing.Back when she had attempted to assassinate him, he had gripped her by the chin, a touch charged with a certain intimacy. But now, his hand was at her throat, with no lingering affection. As rage burned in his eyes, cold and piercing, Freya's entire body tensed, her fingertips trembling involuntarily."S-scum, let me go... I-I'm dying..."Frederick's fingers instantly tightened. "Then, die!"Freya knew she was on the verge
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