"You're a beast tamer?"
The man's cup dropped from his hand and hit the roof without him noticing.
"Which clan are you from?"
His eyes had moved off Leon entirely and were fixed on the serpent coiled around his neck.
The pressure that had settled across the roof a moment ago hadn't come from Leon. It had come from Levi, the black serpent sitting on his shoulder radiating the output of a grade four beast, equivalent in weight to a great mage, sitting there draped across a man's shoulders like it was taking a nap and producing that energy as a side effect of existing.
"That's none of your concern."
Leon shook his head without elaborating.
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The man's mind was already moving through the implications.
