Inside the Dungeon, Fifteenth Floor...
Leon sat slouched on his rough rock throne, floating a full meter above the cold stone floor, his fingers drumming against the arm-rest, brows knotted, mind racing.
'Hah... A whole goddamn hidden village buried in the southern mountains, packed with demons. Thirteen fucking demons with hyper regeneration ruling over it, and now Adwin wants my answer by the day after tomorrow.
Fucking hell... All of this because I ran my mouth and told that stupid fucking Charles, "I am king in the south." One sentence. One fucking sentence fucked up so much. I have to start keeping my mouth shut.'
*Swish*
The air tore open. Elis dropped out of nowhere, her knee hitting the ground at once, head bowed so low her hairs brushed against the floor.
"Master... Sir Gerald is asking to have a talk with you," she whispered, voice soft but clear.
