It was clear that the young lady had directly gone to her father to complain.
The call from Leight Nosra was to inquire about the situation and to ask for an explanation.
Moarik understood instantly; in the past, he might have taken it more seriously.
But now…
"I've assigned someone to watch over the young lady to prevent her from going out freely," Moarik calmly stated, still feeling the lingering power within him.
"...I understand."
After a brief two-second silence, Leight Nosra finally spoke on the other end of the line:
"You must have your reasons for doing this."
"Since I've entrusted you entirely with the task of guarding Neon, all actions outside are for you to decide."
"In this regard, you are undoubtedly more professional than I am."
Leight Nosra did not hold Moarik accountable or say anything with hidden meanings.
Instead, he extended trust and delegated authority once more.
In this respect, Leight Nosra was indeed a good employer.
No wonder later on, Dazzonair was willing to risk his life for him.
Of course, this trust might also have been built upon Neon's prophecy.
At that time, it was by relying on Neon's prophecies that he came to Meteor City and found Moarik.
But in any case, given the trust Leight Nosra placed in him, Moarik wasn't someone to disregard such confidence.
Moreover, if this matter wasn't resolved promptly, and if Neon caused more trouble in the future, it could harm their relationship, which would be undesirable.
After thinking it over, just as Leight Nosra was about to hang up, Moarik spoke:
"Boss, I believe you are aware that the young lady's divination is a unique ability, correct?"
"Yes, I know. It's a gift that Neon was born with, a power bestowed by the heavens!"
Although unsure of what Moarik meant, he felt a bit proud when he mentioned it.
This was a power granted to Neon by the heavens, and also to him!
"Well, since the young lady can possess such a power, have you ever considered that others might have similar abilities?"
"Hm?"
Leight Nosra was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's possible for others to awaken such unique powers, and these powers aren't limited to just divination."
"You mean..."
Leight Nosra was not a fool; he was beginning to understand.
"Among those who awaken such unique powers, their abilities could be offensive, defensive, or perhaps even..."
Moarik paused, "plunder and steal."
Whoosh!
Moarik could clearly hear Leight Nosra's breathing on the other end of the phone becoming heavier.
"Have you discovered something?!"
His voice became hoarse, the sound of his rough, urgent breathing unmistakable.
"A little," Moarik replied vaguely, "but I'm not certain."
"If even you are uncertain, then there must indeed be a potential danger!!"
Leight Nosra's tone suddenly heightened, "That's right, you're at the Sky Arena over there."
"The Sky Arena is currently hosting fighters from around the world for the Olympia Martial Arts Tournament; all kinds of people are showing up there."
"The people you mentioned might have already arrived at that place!!"
"No, Neon can't stay in that place any longer! Come back! You need to return immediately!!"
Moarik could faintly hear the roaring and hysteria in his words.
Leight Nosra was clearly panicking.
"Uh, Boss, could it be that it's just my imagination?"
Moarik tentatively asked, "Or even if those guys are there, aren't they just here to enjoy the tournament?"
"I don't care about any entertainment!"
Leight Nosra's stance was firm: "All I know is that Neon is extremely unsafe there!!"
On the other end of the phone, unseen by Moarik, Leight Nosra's eyes were bloodshot:
"Moarik!"
He called out Moarik's full name with a deep voice, "I trust your judgment and instincts one hundred percent, even more than you might trust yourself!!"
"Now, as your employer, I order you to leave the Sky Arena immediately!!!"
"But the martial arts tournament hasn't started yet, and the young lady is looking forward to it. Wouldn't this be...?"
"Don't worry about her!"
Leight Nosra said resolutely, "Neon's safety comes first!!"
Or rather, the safety of her divination ability.
Leight Nosra's anxiety and the judgment he made were not beyond Moarik's expectations.
After all, his hopes of rising from nothing depended entirely on Neon.
Everything he had—money, power, status, reputation—was built on that miraculous divination ability.
If anything were to happen to Neon, he would be reduced to a low-level leader with nothing once more.
This was something Leight Nosra could never allow to happen!
Neon's safety, or rather, the safety of her divination ability, was his bottom line!
He would not tolerate any threat to this ability.
Leight Nosra acted with extreme speed.