'What is your goal, Iris?' Death wondered, her thoughts trembling under Iris's oppressive gaze.
'That's none of your business,' Iris's voice rang out again, her expression emotionless. 'Iris shall be free to do what she wants. You are merely a servant—know your place.'
Death gritted her teeth, her grin fading as a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "Hehe... y-you're still full of surprises, Iris," she muttered under her breath, casting a wary glance at Isakawa and Jennifer.
The oppressive force lifted, but Death remained visibly shaken. For the first time, a flicker of fear crossed her face. 'She's stronger than I thought…'
After a tense silence, Death finally broke it, her voice cold.
"Well, I've said my piece. I need to rest now—I'm not as active as Iris." Her sharp gaze flickered between Isakawa and Jennifer. "But take my advice to heart: we share the same abilities. Whatever I can do, Iris can do a hundred times better. And she's far smarter than she lets on."
