บท 1846: Scorned

Leonel, who had just been making his way back to the flagship, paused and looked up. There didn't seem to be anything in the night sky, but he kept looking. Just half a minute later, a blinding flash of bronze light came and Leonel suddenly raised his hand and snagged it out of the air.

"Oh?"

Leonel had never received such a thing before, but he was almost entirely certain that it had come from the Morales family, he could just feel that familiar sort of familial aura.

He quickly read it once, then twice, something he never had to do considering his memory. But the first time he read it, it was for information. The second time, however…

Leonel burst into a fit of laughter, his laughter so loud that it echoed across Planet Radix. He hadn't had a good laugh like this one in a while. The Morales family was indeed to his liking. Even if he hadn't grown up with them, he still felt like he was one of them.

'A conference in three months, huh? Interesting.'