And yet… there was familiarity, as if he had walked this land countless times.
Did I usually come here in my past life? he wondered.
The place was like paradise.
Behind him, a waterfall crashed into a serene pool. Around him, lush greenery swayed. Everything felt alive—vivid and beautiful.
His heart felt calm, as if the serenity of this place was seeping into him.
Hovering before him were the twin crystalline daggers, glowing faintly.
M-Master…
The voice rang again. Though the daggers had no mouths, their telepathic presence was clear. And Leon was sure—they could hear him.
"I… I'm your Master?" he asked aloud.
'…'
No answer.
Instead, the voice repeated again.
M-Master…
Leon's confusion deepened.
What the fuck am I supposed to do!?
Subconsciously, he opened his palm.
The dagger flew into his hand instantly—like iron drawn to a magnet.
"Huh? Is this what you wanted?"
