"Ugh... What happened?"
In the ssy parlor, Leon lay on the floor, clutching his head with a pained expression.
"Leon, are you okay?" Athena, who was beside him, quickly crouched down and carefully helped him sit up.
Leon frowned, his gaze sweeping over the disarray around him in confusion.
"What happened, Athena? Why is this room such a ss?" he asked hesitantly.
Athena remained silent for a mont before finally saying, "Actually..."
She then began recounting the strange and mysterious incident that had happened to him.
Leon listened intently, his expression gradually turning serious.
"So, you're saying my holy power and hero's destiny suddenly activated?" He asked, furrowing his brows.
"Yes, that's how it seed," Athena replied calmly.
Leon fell silent, trying to grasp the cause. However, no clue ca to mind.
After a mont, he let out a small sigh and slowly got to his feet.
"Sorry for troubling you, Athena," he said apologetically, glancing at her tattered appearance.
Although he hadn't seen it firsthand, he knew it was all because of him.
Athena smiled casually as she slowly rose to her feet. "Don't worry. This injury is nothing."
With her strong body, the impact had little effect on her, but it still damaged her gown.
Hearing Athena's reassurance, Leon felt relieved, yet a hint of worry remained. After all, holy power was devastating—who knew if it could harm Athena?
Grasping her palm, Leon said earnestly, "Even if you say so, I still need to check. I'm worried my holy power might have entered your body and could cause internal damage. Let's go to the room."
Before Athena could react, Leon swiftly pulled her toward his room.
***
Nightti...
Miranda's Moon and Sylvia's Moon shone brightly in the night sky. Thousands of stars ford beautiful constellations around them, bathing the world in their light.
"Hey... I only ant to heal Athena, so how did it end up like this?"
Lying on the bed, Leon smiled helplessly. His gaze fell on Athena beside him, peacefully asleep with a joyful smile on her lips, her bare body resting against his.
At first, he had only intended to check her condition, but who would have thought the examination would turn into a session of reading the book of life together?
Still, he had no complaints. It had been quite a while since the last ti, and denying his own frustration would be a lie.
Now, having done it again, the lingering tension in his body had vanished, replaced by renewed vigor.
Leon gazed at Athena with warmth, then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
Afterward, he pulled up the blanket, covering her plump, alluring body, before slowly getting out of bed.
Glancing at his wrinkled, stained clothes, Leon chuckled and muttered, "That fight was really intense."
Shaking off his thoughts, he walked to the closet, grabbed a fresh towel, and headed to the bathroom.
After the fight, his body felt clammy, sticky, and drenched in sweat—sothing he couldn't stand.
After all, Leon loved cleanliness and fragrance.
Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom, feeling completely refreshed.
"Nothing beats a shower after that," he murmured with a small smile.
His gaze fell on Athena, still sound asleep on the bed.
With a satisfied nod, he turned and walked out of the room.
***
The mansion's parlor was spacious and luxurious, its walls adorned with exquisite, intricate carvings—the handiwork of master engravers.
Elegant paintings, masterfully crafted by renowned artists, decorated the walls, each carrying a high price.
However, the grandeur had been marred by the explosion of Leon's holy power earlier that afternoon.
Despite the destruction, Leon's expression remained unchanged.
This mansion was rely one of his many assets—he owned several others, even more luxurious, scattered across various cities in the Holy Empire of Elysium and the Holy Orthodoxy.
Paying no mind to the ruined parlor, Leon walked straight toward the balcony at the far end of the room.
As he stepped onto the balcony, the serene night sky unfolded before him, a vast expanse dotted with countless stars and bathed in the soft glow of Miranda and Sylvia's moons.
In that mont, his burdens faded away, like a sandcastle washed away by the tide.
He settled into one of the wicker chairs near the balcony, leaning back comfortably.
"Miranda, can you hear ?" he asked softly, closing his eyes.
"I hear you, Master," ca Miranda's smooth voice in his mind.
"Co up. There's sothing I want to discuss with you."
"Okay."
The mont the words left her lips, a ray of light suddenly appeared on the wicker chair beside him.
A few seconds later, Miranda's beautiful, graceful figure erged from the light.
She sat back, mirroring Leon, and gazed at him gently.
"What did you want to talk to about, Master?" she asked curiously.
Leon slowly opened his eyes, turned to her, and asked calmly, "The incident this afternoon... do you know the reason?"
No matter how hard he tried to recall, the mories remained elusive. All he could rember was casually talking with Athena before his vision suddenly went dark. When he regained consciousness, everything around him was already in ruins. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire
To him, it had all happened in an instant—re seconds at most. Yet, according to Athena, the strange phenonon had lasted for more than fifteen minutes—an unnervingly long ti.
Miranda's expression remained unchanged as she listened.
Letting out a small sigh, she replied softly, "Master, if I told you that even I don't know... would you believe ?"
Leon remained silent, his gaze locking onto Miranda's earnest purple eyes.
"I believe you," he said firmly.
Miranda was his sword spirit—there was no way she could deceive him, especially about sothing this serious. If she said she didn't know, then it had to be true.
Miranda was visibly relieved by Leon's trust. If he had doubted her, it would have felt like being pierced by a thousand swords.
After all, her very existence was to aid Leon. If he didn't believe in her, then what purpose did she serve?
"Even if I don't know the answer now, I'll find it and give you a satisfactory explanation, Master!" Miranda declared solemnly.
"Alright, I'll wait," Leon replied with a slight nod.
With that, he set aside his confusion about the afternoon's incident and continued his conversation with Miranda, discussing various interesting topics.
Before they knew it, half an hour had passed.
Then, out of nowhere, Leon brought up a topic that caught Miranda completely off guard.
"Miranda, what do you think about hidden races?"
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