Liam, at the other end of the battlefield, had followed the entire trajectory. His heart clenched.
That shot… it was calculated.
Leo lowered his bow, looking calm.
"My apologies. I aimed for the Wyvern's heart. It moved at the last moment."
Leonard stepped in immediately.
"It was a shot under pressure. The mana distorted the trajectory. Leo would never have done it on purpose."
Liam didn't believe it.
He knew that look.
The cold, distant, controlled look. Leo never shot randomly. He always calculated, always adjusted. Even in critical situations. Even in the midst of a storm.
Liam approached slowly.
"Strange. You aimed for the heart? While the beast was turning its flank? And the arrow passes exactly where Élisabeth had just been?"
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"What are you implying, Dawnflare?"
"Who were you aiming for?" he replied, his voice low. "The Wyvern's heart or Élisabeth's head?"
Leonard stepped between them.
