บท 1688: Return It

Leonel turned around and looked up to find Erlan looking down at him. The height difference was striking despite the fact the latter looked as though he just might be blown over by a strong gust of wind any time now. 

"Need something?" Leonel asked with a smile. 

"The White Lion Bow, return it."

Erlan's voice was quite soft, and despite the words he spoke, he even sounded quite shy. He sounded decades younger than he really was, almost like a prepubescent boy. But by a different token, his voice wasn't particularly high pitched either. It was just a very odd feeling to give off for someone who was so tall. 

Leonel's smile, though, didn't fade when he heard this. 

"Even if I placed the bow right here, would you even be able to pick it up? Don't you think it would be embarrassing if I planted the bow right in the middle of your Archery Faction and see how long it stayed in place?"