Leonel looked toward Libli who had been forced to bite through several layers of skin on her lips just to maintain her composure before Leonel's Emperor's Aura.
As a Matriarch, there was no other choice for Libli to make. If she made any other choice, it would be nothing short of selfish.
Like this, the Radix, Midas and Florer families were corralled into Leonel's palms and the inheritance was finally brought together as one. Looking toward the flaming chalice and hovering wooden ball, Leonel felt an odd feeling in the depths of his heart. His Dream Force affinity could feel a slight pull, as though what was happening now was precisely the intention of someone else.
