Kiren's blade pressed coldly against Leon's throat, her eyes narrowing as the steel glinted under the morning light.
"How do you know about my frozen mana nerves ?" she asked, her voice firm and tinged with suspicion, her grip unwavering.
Leon remained perfectly calm, showing no signs of concern or fear in front of the blade. "I know many things," he replied with a calm, measured smile.
Her blade didn't move for a long moment. "You have three seconds to tell me who you really are, or I'll cut your throat right here.
I am not joking and I really don't care about what happens to me after this."
"I'm the butler of Sir Justin Weaver, from the weaver household." Leon answered evenly, his tone utterly neutral.
Kiren studied him carefully, her brows drawn together, before she slowly lowered her weapon. "The Weaver household... Just stay away from me. I don't have anything to do with the Weaver household and neither do I want any extra trouble. So keep your distance from me kid."
