Leandra had watched Lucivar from the sidelines for the longest among the others.
As time went on, she noticed one stark change.
Slowly but surely, the number of times Lucivar was surprised lessened.
It had become increasingly difficult to catch him off guard. Every step he took was calculated—every move plotted with machine-like precision. Because of that, the world—and both friend and foe alike—found fewer and fewer methods to truly surprise him.
Seeing him caught in surprise became rarer, as most of the time, the surprise he showed was fake.
A performance to deceive the targets he wanted to deceive.
But at this moment, when Leandra said those words, she saw genuine surprise on Lucivar's face.
Knowing how Leandra operated, he never thought she would say something like this.
Becoming a Vestal meant surrendering herself to him and the Gods within him, which were all malicious and evil beings who recognized only wickedness as currency. Leandra wouldn't lose all her freedom,
