Kelt took a moment to process all that he had just learned. The revelations about Leon's childhood, the awakening of his powers, and his illness were staggering. It was a testament to Leon's strength and resilience that he had not only survived such hardships but had also used them to protect his family. "Then, young master," Kelt began, but Leon interrupted him with a hushed tone, "Shh, it's not over yet, Kelt. There's much more I need to share." When Leon instructed Kelt to maintain silence, Kelt's response was to clench his fist tightly until it grew pale. His face displayed a multitude of emotions, a complex blend of guilt, sadness, and worry. His mind wrestled with the turmoil of these conflicting feelings. Nonetheless, Kelt chose to listen to his young master. He sensed that there was something more profound beneath the surface of Leon's words, something that required his full attention. "After I became aware of my illness, that's when I made a crucial decision," Leon contin
"Regardless, no, I've chosen to extend my forgiveness. Just accept it." "!?" Kelt's expression shifted from bewilderment to Leon's unexpectedly casual demeanor, as though the gravity of their prior serious and somber conversation had evaporated. He stammered, attempting to gauge his young master's current mood, and even his tears quickly subsided. "Young master, I—" "I've reiterated it several times now. Don't burden yourself with guilt or any other emotions. I'm simply expressing my thoughts without intending to impose any particular feelings on you, you know." Kelt, still taken aback by this unexpected change in Leon's demeanor, struggled to find the right words. His emotions were in a whirlwind, from disbelief to a deep sense of relief. However, he couldn't deny the honesty and compassion in Leon's gaze. Leon went on, his tone softer now, "Kelt, I've come to realize that dwelling on our past actions won't lead us anywhere. We've both made choices, some good and some bad, but
Leon had no intention of prolonging the conversation. He stole a quick glance at his pocket watch, its hands almost reaching the appointed time. With a deliberate look at both of them, he broke the silence."Let's pause our discussion here for now... and as for you, Kelt," Leon directed his gaze towards him."Yes, young master," Kelt responded."Please reach out to my family,""?""There's something I need to convey to them," Leon's countenance remained tranquil as he made this request. Kelt refrained from further inquiries and complied without hesitation.Before long, the orb in Kelt's hand finally projected the familiar faces of the three individuals Leon knew so well—his family.A soft smile graced Leon's lips. His heart swelled with a mix of emotions.The expressions on their faces as they gazed at him revealed a blend of surprise. It seemed that they hadn't anticipated receiving communication from Leon at this late hour."Leon, what's the matter? What so urgent that you call us t
"Leon... I know you. I know you so well. You're the kind of person who conceals your emotions and thoughts," Carl remarked, withdrawing his hand from Leon's shoulder. He wiped his face, his eyes still bearing the weight of sadness, but now devoid of tears. Continuing, he said, "So the fact that you've reached out to us like this, sharing this with us, there must be a hidden message behind it. What is it, my son? What have you been keeping from us? How much time do you have left?"Leon fell into a contemplative silence. It wasn't that he didn't grasp the significance of his father's question; rather, he needed a moment to gather his thoughts.Before long, Leon, his voice quivering, finally summoned the courage to respond to his father's inquiry. He paused briefly before admitting, "...Father, I may not be fortunate enough to see tomorrow."Carl's countenance contorted, a mixture of shock and grief washing over him as he absorbed the weight of Leon's revelation. The magnitude of the sit
A dense silence gripped the surroundings, with no one daring to break it, including Leon, who refrained from speaking given the current situation. His failed attempt at humor, which had earned him disapproving looks earlier, had taught him that silence was the most appropriate choice in this atmosphere. Not long after, the hurried footsteps of two individuals echoed, closing in on their location. Leon had a strong suspicion about their identities. "Likely Luis and Mother," he surmised. His intuition proved correct when, in the next moment, the two appeared behind the trees shrouded in darkness. And there, amidst the dimly lit woods, the figures of Luis and their anxious mother came into view. Their faces were a mixture of worry and relief as they finally reunited with Leon. Luis rushed towards Leon, embracing him tightly, unable to hold back his tears. "I'm here, Leon," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I came as quickly as I could. We're all here for you." His gaze shifte
Greetings to all, it's Miss Q here. I've been absent from writing for a few months, and I must admit, leaving you all hanging without an explanation has surely been frustrating. So, here I am, addressing the situation. First and foremost, I want to express my gratitude to the readers who patiently waited for the story's continuation, and I sincerely apologize for the lengthy delay. The reason for my prolonged absence stems from the challenge of navigating the story after the conclusion of the royal event arc. Knowing what was about to unfold, I found myself grappling with how to eloquently depict the plot's subsequent developments. As I delved into writing this month's installment, I was repeatedly halted by overwhelming emotions, leading to tears flowing with each word I penned. The writing process became a genuine torment, and my heart felt like it was shattering with every sentence. There were moments when I needed to pause and collect myself, only to resume, and this pattern per
watching the events unfold. These observers, concealed in the shadows, remained unseen by the grieving family and servants.One of these shadowy figures, slightly shorter than the other, ventured to break the silence. "Are you absolutely certain about this?"A significant, meaningful glance was exchanged between the two figures. However, the second figure chose to remain silent, their focus fixated on the unfolding scene.The shorter individual persisted, a note of concern in their tone. "There must be an alternative, right? You don't have to let them go like this, Leon."At the mention of his name, the second figure, Leon, finally turned to regard the shorter one. His expression remained composed, the towel that had been provided by the shorter figure casually draped around his waist.
Upon his return from the grave, Leon wasted no time heading back home. Currently, he resided within a cabin nestled deep in the heart of the forest, all thanks to the assistance of Tania, the dragon.As he made his way home, he noticed the silhouette of someone seated on the bench outside his house. His eyes widened with recognition, and he quickened his pace. He knew exactly who it was."You're tardy! Hmph!"The person complained the moment they laid eyes on him. Leon couldn't help but smile at this and playfully retorted, "Who invited you anyway?"Leon's teasing words only seemed to ignite the person's annoyance further. They stood up, narrowing their eyes at him, clearly not in the mood for jests."I come all this way to welcome you back, and this is the thanks I get?" the person huffed, crossing their arms.Leon's smile widened, and he stepped closer, a warmth in his eyes."Nia, my little sister," Tania grumbled nonetheless, saying,"as I've told you, I'm not your little sister!