The Royal Capital of Gallia (17)

Following Edelis’s advice, the group headed for a place where the ‘real Leon’ might be.

Along the way, they inevitably ran into nobles and members of the royal family.

Leon exchanged the usual conversation: ordinary on the surface, barbed underneath.

Whatever their other abilities might have been, their perceptiveness and instincts were frighteningly sharp. Unlike the knight they had spoken to earlier, every word they said made Leon break into a cold sweat.

This was what you might call meaningless exhaustion.

He would have liked to ignore them all and keep moving, but then they would have held him up.

As a result, their progress was slow.

How far had they made it through the maze-like palace?

It happened all at once.

An oddly profound silence hung in the air...