Xavier remained silent, but his nod indicated his agreement with Zen. None of the three paid much heed to the man. However, what mattered most to Hera was Bry’s feelings. It seemed unlikely that his reaction was merely born out of simple hatred.


    "Bry, would you mind helping me inspect Diamond for a bit?" Hera suggested, gently patting Bry’s shoulder to regain his attention.


    It took a few taps before Bry responded with a wordless nod, then he headed straight to Diamond’s cubicle.


    Hera followed behind Bry with a pensive expression. She observed him inspecting all the items she would use on Diamond, and if possible, he even wanted to check on Diamond itself to ensure there was nothing wrong. Hera found this behavior very unusual. While Bry had started to admire Diamond as before, he would never take the first step to get closer to Diamond due to a deep-seated fear that lingered in his body. Although not as obvious as before, it still remained, akin to muscle memory.


    Before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, her mouth acted on its own ord. "Do you despise that man?" Hera’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but her tone betrayed her growing curiosity. Despite being a few steps apart, Bry heard her question. He turned his head to face Hera, his lips pursed and a deep frown etched on his smooth forehead.


    "I loathe him," Bry answered through gritted teeth, his narrowed eyes betraying a vivid imagination of impaling the man with numerous swords.


    Hera couldn’t help but notice Bry’s expressions under her careful observation. Unconsciously, a frown creased her brow. Such intense hatred was highly unusual for an 11-year-old boy, especially considering Bry’s typically bubbly demeanor.


    Drawing closer to Bry, Hera left only a few steps between them before she squatted down in front of him. "Could you tell me why?" Her voice dripped with concern.


    Hearing her words filled with concern, Bry pursed his lips even more, not out of hatred this time, but because he was holding back tears. He tried to avoid Hera’s gaze, which was filled with sincerity and genuineness.


    "I... I... I believe he’s the reason for my uncle’s ident," Bry confessed, his voice choked with emotion as tears of frustration streamed down his face. "But no one believed me. They said it was just an ident." Bry felt powerless, unable to take action even though he harbored suspicions. Adults dismissed his concerns, attributing them to an overactive imagination fueled by fictional dramas. Bry’s father insisted that wealthy individuals like the man in question wouldn’t bother with them, but Bry thought otherwise.


    "Can you tell me more?" Hera’s concern deepened as she sensed the fluctuation of his emotions. She was not only worried about his bottled-up emotions but also because his suspicions seemed usible. She understood that many wealthy people didn’t takemoners seriously, confident in their ability to handle situations without consequence, relying on their background for support to resolve any issues.


    "Do you believe me?" Bry’s eyes widened, his mouth agape, as he searched Hera’s face for any sign that she was merely being kind to him, acting as if she believed him. Yet, he could sense her genuine curiosity and concern, unmistakable in her expression.


    "Wouldn’t it be reassuring to confirm if your suspicions were right all along?" Hera suggested, offering him a reassuring smile. Just seeing her smile filled Bry with confidence, affirming the validity of his thoughts and feelings.


    Bry nodded, frustration evident in his voice as he spoke. "But sister, I don’t have any evidence. All I have is my gut feeling. Besides, he was the only one who benefited from my uncle’s ident at the time, and he won the championship," Bry said, his words tinged with regret and anger.