In the presence of a power that bent nations to silence, fear was not a reaction.
It became an instinct.
Surrounded by the eighty-seven assassins stronger than him, Leon Valentine stood on a carriage.
He felt many eyes lingering over his face and body. Eyes that are remembered even from the lightest action Leon does.
Leon maintained Veronica's posture and attitude, he didn't act bothered by them any of it.
"My lady…?" Myra called out to him in confusion.
Leon gave her a brief stare, which made Myra flinch. It took her several seconds to realize what just happened.
Wearing Leon's dress, and even the same sword attached to her waist. It was not Veronica, but Leon.
He somehow managed to change his appearance, even his body to match Veronica.
Myra doesn't know how he did this, surely there exists few shape shifting skills, but she never saw her young master ever use any such skill before.
Myra gulped. 'This is…. Insane.'
