The door creaked open, drawing every gaze. At the entrance stood Zayden and Yohan, eyes wide.
"W-What is going on?" Yohan whispered, feeling out of place.
Zayden had come to visit Eiran after their meeting, and Yohan had decided to use the chance to grow closer to the boy. However…
"Eiran." Zayden's voice was soft, but the child's body stiffened.
Leon wrapped an arm protectively around him.
"Have something to say, my dear son?"
The General shook his head, fists clenching. How could he explain to Eiran not to trust so easily? That some people, even good ones, couldn't keep secrets?
Leon rolled his eyes with a low scoff.
"You are bad at hiding your expression, Zayden."
Zayden coughed.
What expression?
He was certain his composure was flawless. No one could read his mind—he paused, shaking his head.
Leon could.
