For but a second, Leo hesitated.
Caressing the indent of the second trigger, he looked down the hall, across the dance floor, where the traitorous nobility of Camila's duchy was finally starting to realize things went a little bit too easy for them.
'They are not a threat to me,' Leo thought, a powerful wave of doubt striking right into the load of fake confidence he acted out in recent days.
None of the nobles ahead went against him. They simply made the bad choice of putting their own, personal benefit over the rules and regulations of their own country.
And as stupid and naive as it might be, Leo simply couldn't bring himself to just press the second trigger and mow down the entire crowd faster than they could realize what was happening.
That is, until one of the traitorous nobles stepped out.
"How dare…"
