"My name is Leonel. I am your loyal familiar that you have summoned, Aranea Griffin."
Aranea's eyes were still wide open.
The moment Leonel stood up, he helped her up then took her by the waist then pulled her in his arms.
He then looked at everyone who was eyeing the two of them suspiciously, his voice resounding in the vast great hall as he got their attention.
"Anyone who dares speak ill of her will have to taste the wrath of my spear's blade!"
Soon after, a tall spear with a sharp blade appeared on his left hand as he ruthlessly banged its edge on the floor, making some parts of the tiles crack. Aranea twitched her brow as she felt his arm around her tightening. She felt uncomfortable and had immediately shoved him away from her, breaking his hold.
"Why are you this... weird? Who are you and why do you know my name!?"
Leonel blinked his eyes a few times as he cocked his head to the side, not understanding why Aranea still looked clueless.
