"Regressors?" Leon repeated Bronze's words, his voice carrying Lumina's gentle cadence, yet his expression had completely hardened. "Why did you say that?"
The man blinked once after hearing the woman's question, clearly not expecting it to be asked so directly.
"Hm?" Bronze let out a small breath, then chuckled softly as if realizing something. "Ah. My apologies. That slipped out a bit too easily."
He straightened his posture despite the Moonblade still resting against his throat, showing no panic, as though the blade itself was nothing more than an inconvenience to him now.
"Of course, as merely one of her blessed, you wouldn't know what that term truly means," Bronze continued, rubbing his forehead with his newly restored hand.
Leon's crimson eyes narrowed at him.
The man tilted his head slightly and exhaled, his gaze drifting past Leon toward the open window beyond the captain's seat.
