The Line That Cannot Be Crossed
Leon looked at Shera calmly.
The dust of battle had not fully settled. Broken stone tiles lay scattered across the courtyard, and the faint metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air. A dry wind moved between the ruined pillars, stirring the hems of robes and carrying with it the tension of a storm that had not yet decided whether to fall.
"Since Senior Brother has spoken," he began slowly—
The air around them seemed to hold its breath.
"Since Senior Brother has said so, if I still pursue further, won't they say that our Celestis Academy is not on good terms? I'll reluctantly accept these treasures."
His tone was light. Almost amused.
But everyone present knew—nothing about this moment was casual.
Leon raised his sleeve and stored away the supreme-grade sword, the supreme-grade silk inner armor, and the medicinal pills into his Storage Space. His expression even carried a trace of embarrassment, as if he had been forced into taking them.
