The peace is short-lived. As word of Atlas's identity spreads, the Fleur Empire sends envoys to demand his return. Under the guise of a diplomatic visit, they arrive at the Mondell estate, masked with courtesy but holding an unmistakable edge of intimidation.
Leon watches as Atlas faces the envoys, his calm demeanor masking the tension beneath. The envoy leader steps forward, his gaze fixed on Atlas. "Prince Atlas of the Fleur Empire, it is time you fulfilled your duty. Your people await."
Atlas's jaw clenches, but his voice remains steady. "I am not your prince. I left that life behind long ago, and I have no intention of returning."
The envoy sneers, clearly unimpressed. "A prince has no choice. The throne does not wait."
Leon steps forward, unable to hold back. "Atlas is his own person. He's not bound to your empire's chains."
The envoy's gaze shifts to Leon, a flicker of disdain passing over his face. "And who are you to interfere?"
Atlas interjects, his tone ice-cold. "He's the one I protect, and if that displeases the Fleur Empire, so be it. You will not dictate my life, nor will you threaten those I care for."
The envoy's frustration is evident, but sensing Atlas's resolve, he backs down, leaving with a bitter warning. "This isn't over, Atlas. The empire does not forgive defiance."
As they leave, Leon turns to Atlas, his hand gripping his tightly. "They won't stop, will they?"
Atlas's gaze softens, his voice filled with determination. "No, they won't. But neither will I."
A sense of foreboding fills the air, yet within it, Leon feels a newfound strength. They've faced the empire once, and though they know the battle is far from over, they stand together, unbreakable.