Marco Frey.
A few minutes before everyone gathered.
Marco came out of the caravan. Someone was approaching. When he turned around, he saw Leon coming towards him slowly.
"Leon..." he mumbled.
Leon stopped a short distance away from him as he walked forward. He looked at Marco with a sharp gaze. "Marco, I am disappointed at the result." He was pointing his finger. His voice sounded cold as ice.
"What are you talking about?" Marco asked without lowering his head.
"You have done your job well by making my beloved brother attack Bastien's lair. I am proud of you. However, you have failed to satisfy my expectations." Leon said, making Marco feel uneasy. "We made an agreement before, right?"
Marco didn't answer because he knew that would change nothing. It wasn't as though they were on good terms. "I never agreed to the deal, and I'm doing it for my own interest. Also, I don't want to get involved in your family affairs."
