Kapitel 108: An Unwanted Audience

How long did he plan on sticking around, anyway?

The study's gleaming set of gold-trimmed sofas came into view, and sprawled across one of them was Leonide, looking utterly exhausted.

"Leonide!" Damien called out, rushing over in alarm. But Leonide wasn't dead—or even unconscious. He was simply too drained to sit up, not even reacting when Damien reached him.

Whatever conversation he'd had with Sebas had clearly taken everything out of him.

Damien couldn't help but stare, concerned as he looked over Leonide, who was clearly exhausted, contrary to his earlier assurance that he wouldn't overdo it.

Was he not expecting the challenge that came with confronting Sebas?

As much as Damien wanted to praise Leonide for his effort, he wasn't sure if he had that right. But then, Leonide's weak voice called out to him.

"...Master…"

"Huh? W-What? Should I get you some water or something?"

"I… did my best… so… can you… pat my head…?"