The next morning came like a nightmare. I slept crying, and now, Leonhart's godlike face and tantalizing eyes were swollen.
"Crap! The fudge! What happened to my lovely Leonhart's face!"
It felt like I was experiencing a calamity of my own. I looked at the mirror and just giggled.
Despite having puffy eyes from crying all night, I still looked dashing. I hate you, Leonhart! But don't forget. I am after you. You're the final boss I need to take down.
I pointed at the mirror, at my super-duper good-looking avatar, like he personally offended me.
Not him, but the sentient soul that wanted to destroy Zethara. I made a mental note: never underestimate this face again.
It's lethal.
Emotionally and aesthetically.
After praising myself, because someone had to, I put on a simple tunic and trousers.
Nothing extreme.
No armor today, no epic accessories.
Just casual, breezy, "don't mess with me" Leonhart vibes.
