"Oh? Why is the Bow Hero Luna calling out to me? Did you miss me?"
Luna's smile froze the moment she heard that voice. With stiff, robotical movements, she lifted her head to see a handsome man wearing a half-face mask, standing just beyond the iron bars of her cell.
It was him—the one she despised most in the world—the Demon Emperor!
Her expression instantly hardened, and her gaze burned with an icy killing intent.
"What are you doing here? Are you here to mock me?" Luna's voice was cold and sharp, dripping with disdain.
If her glare could manifest blades, Leon would already be pierced by a thousand.
Leon sighed softly, sensing the depth of her hatred. He had always expected Luna to despise him, but he hadn't imagined her loathing would run this deep.
Despite the intense hatred directed at him, Leon felt neither fear nor hesitation. He knew Luna's loathing was rooted in a misunderstanding about his identity as the Demon Emperor.
