Chapter 130: Mid-Term [4]
I could see him on the other side of the hall standing paralyzed and gazing at his name as though it were a foreign tongue.
His uniform was dirty with mud, and had a patch over the cheek, but his eyes shone with a bright dawn light. He had done it.
He had made his first actual stride out of the shadows. I nodded subtly, almost imperceptibly. A gratitude, grateful, tearful smile was flashed on his face in response.
The responses of my competitors were more vocal. Eric, who had won the second place with a narrow triumph, appeared to be enraged.
His plan of overwhelming force had been found inferior to my dull efficiency. He gave me a poisonous look over the hall, not at Leon but at me. He clarified it by saying that this was not the end.
Leon was calmer, yet there was undisputed tension in his facial expressions. He was beaten by the speed of Eric and my strategy and became third. To a Lionheart it was an open insult.
