An hour later...
Leon stepped out of the underground prison, his expression cold and indifferent, betraying no sign of relief or satisfaction.
In his right hand, he held a sword, its blade slick with fresh blood.
"Do you regret your decision, master?" Miranda's soft, soothing voice echoed in his mind.
Leon swung his sword to the right, quickly clearing the patches of fresh blood from its blade. Sheathing his sword, he sighed and shook his head.
"If you're asking, my answer is yes. I regret not torturing them first," Leon replied nonchalantly, his eyes still gleaming with lingering killing intent.
"Pfft! But maybe it's for the best," Miranda teased with a light laugh.
The killing intent faded from Leon's gaze, replaced by a soft smile.
"Yes, you're right," he chuckled quietly.
As the conversation with Miranda continued, hurried footsteps suddenly broke his focus.
