Seated on the chair with a glass of wine in his hand, Leo was calmly sipping the wine, or at least was pretending to be calm, because in reality, he was frightened out of his wits, feeling several hostile gazes on him.
'Please return quickly, Overlord.' He was constantly praying in his heart, worried the owner of these hostile gazes would throw caution to the wind and attack him.
He secretly glanced at the old man who had been tagging along with them and noticed he was standing there with his eyes closed. At a glance, he seemed perfectly calm, but Leo noticed his pale face and his occasional trembles.
Seeing this, his lips curled up slightly, and he asked via his divine sense, [Scared, old man?]
Juan opened his eyes and honestly nodded.
