Muria stood in the Dawn Temple with a gloomy expression, watching the Red-clothed Grand Archbishop perform divine arts to heal Leon. At this moment, Leon was bare-chested, his entire right hand and half of his right chest were pitch black, occasionally some runes with a resentful aura would emerge.
The root of all this was a small wound on his shoulder. The wound was shallow, just a scrape that could heal within a few days if it were on an ordinary person. Yet it nearly claimed Leon's life.
"How is he?" Muria asked stoically. He underestimated some people's fear of demon hunters; even Leon himself hadn't expected his identity to attract so much hatred.
After revealing his true appearance, Leon had immediately become a marked man. Because Muria had released him only once and twice, and Leon intended to enter the Bavaria Kingdom, those people never had an opportunity.
