A Disciple or a Wife
Leon suddenly sighed emotionally.
"Unfortunately…"
"You're neither my student…"
"Nor my Pathbound Companion."
The wind drifting through the ancient courtyard seemed to pause for a moment.
The distant clash shaking the sky above the Celestis Academy premises still rumbled like muted thunder, yet the atmosphere around the stone pavilion had turned strangely quiet. Even the disciples and elders nearby instinctively lowered their breathing, sensing the strange pressure hidden beneath Leon's casual words.
Leon stood there calmly in his midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns that shimmered faintly beneath the sunlight. His shoulder-length black hair moved gently with the breeze, framing those deep purple eyes that carried both amusement and genuine regret.
Then he shook his head slowly.
"Otherwise…"
"I would definitely teach you the strongest technique."
He let out another sigh, this one even heavier than before.
"What a pity… what a pity…"
