Blood Tower, top floor, Teleportation room.
ZOOOP—!
White light scattered from the teleportation platform as two figures appeared on it.
Myra lifted her head toward Leon.
His face was calm, way too calm. His golden eyes were cold, his lips dull, and his expression carried no clear emotion. But something in the air around him told that he was not good at all.
The way his gaze stayed fixed ahead and the way he didn't blink or move unnecessarily said everything.
He wasn't grieving, but anyone could tell he was angry.
Leon stepped down from the platform first.
"Young master…?" Myra called softly.
"..."
He didn't respond.
Since the moment he picked up that skeleton, Leon hadn't said a single word to her.
Myra adjusted the grip on the white sword in her hand and followed behind him.
Leon was heading straight for the corridor that led to Lady Veronica's office, still holding the skeleton in his arms as if he didn't care who saw him.
'Ah, this is not good,' Myra thought.
