"But then, how did you learn about this ritual? This was a ritual developed by that old man... He really did leave behind some kind of legacy, didn't he? Forget it. It doesn't matter. Since you say you don't know..."
"Then I suppose you wouldn't care that your grandfather was cursed to death by me, would you?"
Giant Prince Wolfram's voice echoed in Iver's mind.
Now that Iver had put aside his anger and impulsiveness, he carefully dissected the sentence, chewing over every word.
He quickly realized that, deep in Iver's subconscious, Wolfram held great respect for his grandfather—and believed that Jacob had left behind some kind of "legacy."
Wolfram had confirmed that Jacob was dead, but didn't know where he had died. That was why he had pretended to be the one who cursed him to death.
If Iver had reacted violently, it would have meant that he had never encountered Jacob or received his legacy. Conversely, if Iver had met Jacob, he would have known that Wolfram had not been the one who killed him.
As a comparison, another giant had said something similar:
"Could you have been injured by the curse flowing through your bloodline? Come to think of it, do you know how your biological parents died?"
Iver had been extremely dismissive of those words at the time.
He had thought they knew nothing... Yet after Iver mocked them, the two of them had been struck and vanished without putting up any resistance.
"They could have attacked Iver. The mirages' reflections could inherit a portion of their attack power as well."
But they hadn't.
Because their goal had already been achieved.
The moment Iver mocked them, they immediately realized... that Iver knew how his parents had died. At the same time, they inferred that Iver had