Leon froze the moment Blessing's words left her mouth.
"Ancestor."
Right. That minor detail.
He'd been so focused on saving Elizabeth that he'd completely skipped that part of his… increasingly complicated life story. Elizabeth's eyes slowly turned toward him—soft amber sharpening into suspicion.
"Leon," she said, her tone calm but edged,
"why did she call you ancestor?"
Even Adrian, who'd been showing Eden around, straightened.
His expression was unreadable, but the faint twitch at his jaw showed his surprise. To him, Blessing had just been a strange, doll-sized familiar hovering near Eden.
But Leon's descendant? That was something he hadn't seen coming.
Now every gaze in the corridor locked onto Leon.
He stood there, robe still half open at the chest, feeling the heat of all those stares.
"Well, the thing is…" he started, only to stop mid-sentence. His brow furrowed.
'Wait… how do I even have a descendant?'
