(Leo's POV)
After spending some time quietly processing the Codex's latest revelations, Leo finally rose to his feet and met Charles's gaze.
His earlier anger dying down significantly once he understood the true intent behind the Monarch's earlier brutality.
"Well… I'm not about to thank you for beating me within an inch of my death," Leo muttered, his voice dry, "but I guess I don't hate you anymore."
Leo said, as Charles responded with the brightest smile a man like him could muster, a rare warmth stretching across his weathered face.
"I appreciate the pardon, boy. I've never liked being surrounded by people who hold grudges over small things."
He paused briefly, his tone turning just a shade more serious.
"A real warrior should save his hatred for causes that actually matter, not petty scraps like this."
Leo gave a quiet nod in agreement, then stepped forward and extended his hand.
*Clap*
Charles clasped it firmly, giving Leo a respectful nod before shifting gears.
