Jack's jaw clenched at the casual dismissal, but he recognized the accuracy of the assessment.
Fighting with one arm, rendered a dead weight, would compromise every technique in his arsenal, make dodging nearly impossible, and eliminate half his offensive capabilities.
He'd be fighting at thirty percent effectiveness, and against someone who claimed only his father or S could stop him, that wouldn't be enough.
"You should seek me out when you become much stronger," Magnus proceeded, his demeanor conveying an invitation veiled as a challenge.
"When you've resolved your current... difficulties. When you've properly explored what it means to be a Kaiser rather than just carrying the name as a decoration on expensive clothing, there's so much you don't understand about your own bloodline, about what your family represents beyond simple noble status."
He paused, his golden eyes gleaming with a subtle, dark amusement derived from information Jack lacked.
