Leon looked directly into Seraphine's eyes, his sharp gaze and confident smile reassuring her entirely.
And knowing him, Seraphine was not worried, but there was one more thing on her mind, something she had to talk to him about later. She had noticed earlier that his eyes had changed slightly after he came back, but for now, she didn't want to discuss it.
Malverick had already arrived inside the arena. His father had told him that if worst came to worst, he should forfeit the match, as they had already planned to take care of everything afterward.
But he wasn't worried. He had a trump card he was willing to use to make that arrogant man eat dirt. In the end, he would kill him in front of Seraphine—that would be a sight worth watching.
She wouldn't be able to interfere in an academy match. Kek kek, I would love to see the helplessness on her face when I kill him. She might even beg. Ah! I can't wait for it!
