After that, another figure stepped through the entrance, and the moment I saw who it was, I nearly choked on my drink.
What the fuck—? Is that Leon? Why the hell is he here?
But he looked completely different tonight. His outfit was ridiculously luxurious, something that looked like it came straight from the finest Leonamon fabric, but somehow, it seemed even more exclusive, like it had been handcrafted for him alone. The way the material shimmered under the light made it clear this wasn't just any expensive attire—this was his attire. His long white hair, tied high into a sleek ponytail, flowed down his back, and his cold, white eyes gleamed behind a pair of glasses, giving him a sharp, almost otherworldly look.
Yet, despite all the changes, I knew it was Leon. There was no mistaking it.
"Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know. I've never seen anyone like him before. Is he some noble from another country?"
