**Five days ago.**
After the Aurenfall, everyone knew Leon.
Hard not to; he'd dominated the entire hunting festival singlehandedly, humiliated a prince on live broadcast, destroyed half a mountain with one punch..
The continent had opinions about all of this.
The nobles specifically had one opinion in particular.
Threat.
The Silford clan was already a complicated topic in certain circles; descendants of the hero, yes, powerful, yes, but powerful families had a way of making other powerful families nervous, and a Silford that the entire world had written off suddenly turning out to be... that, was the kind of development that made people reach for solutions before the problem got any bigger.
So the file went out.
...
The assassin opened it.
Leonis Silford.
A portrait. White hair, sapphire eyes, young face. He read the details once and then looked up.
"A kid?" he said.
The figure across from him sighed; clearly not the first time they'd had this reaction today.
