An Unwanted Guest
Then—
The door opened.
A richly dressed old man walked inside.
His clothes were extravagant, layered with expensive fabrics and decorated with subtle patterns that revealed his status. His hair was already streaked with gray, but his face retained the arrogance of someone who had spent his entire life being obeyed.
His presence filled the doorway.
Behind him, the servants of the Treasure Pavilion stood awkwardly.
They clearly hadn't expected him to force his way inside.
The old man glanced around the private room.
His gaze swept across the luxurious furnishings.
Then it landed on Leon.
For a brief moment, the arrogance in his eyes became even stronger.
He had come here believing that his status alone was enough to justify entering the highest-class private room.
He had not expected to see strangers occupying it.
Rias's expression changed the moment she saw him.
Her brows slowly drew together.
There was no fear in her eyes.
But there was recognition.
