As soon as the words fell, Leon's body visibly stiffened for a moment, and he unconsciously swallowed.
His face, already pale from the gruesome scene on the grounds, became even paler.
After all, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy.
Bearing expectations and harboring thoughts of protecting his family, he might be able to charge to the front lines amid the goblin attack on the village, fueled by a surge of bravery and alongside those familiar older brothers and uncles, if only to momentarily forget the threat of death and his fear of demons.
But the current situation was completely different.
The environment, the enemies, and the fear ingrained from countless adult warnings since childhood left Leon feeling empty inside, unable to find his footing.
Luckily, Xia Nan remained by his side, and the hatred for his deceased parents continued to smolder slowly within his heart.
"Shing!"
The worn Iron Sword, stained with rust, was drawn fiercely.
