Pilar stared at the photograph, motionless, her gaze unreadable, but when she lifted her eyes to Darius, a glint of steel flashed in them. Her voice, until then laced with measured politeness, sharpened. "What do you want? And spare me the theatrics."
Darius leaned back in the armchair, his smile widening, though a calculating gleam flickered in his eyes. "Oh? Tell me, has Zion grown so greedy for profit that it's hiring outlaws now?"
He paused, relishing the weight of his words. "This man in the photo… he claims to be Zeref Grimwald. And don't tell me Zion doesn't know who he is."
Pilar's eyes narrowed slightly, her composure barely wavering. "You dare come here and threaten us?" she asked, her tone icy.
