The voice came from Sylphia, desperate and pleading as she stood abruptly from her seat.
"Please! Please just don't kill him!" Her words tumbled out in a rush, panic clear in every syllable. "My friend will die if that happens! You can keep the technique—I don't care about it, but please just don't kill him, I beg of you!"
Deep down, she was already preparing herself mentally to fight if she saw Leon actually trying to kill Luke. It was a situation she would never want to be in—fighting someone who had just saved her own life earlier. But she had to do it for Bunbun's life.
Her body tensed, mana beginning to circulate through her channels as she readied herself for the worst possible outcome.
But her worry was unfounded.
Leon simply accepted her words with a slight nod, his grip on Luke's throat loosening immediately. His mystical eyes met hers with calm understanding—he knew everything that was going on, had heard every detail of the slave contract's fail-safe enchantments.
