"Command of Grace… you have it too."
Eula's eyes lingered on him for a second.
She cornered Leon, thinking that he would deny and make an excuse, but instead—
Leon blinked once, then smirked faintly.
"So that's what you call it." He tilted his head, wearing an amusing expression, "Command of Grace… interesting name."
Eula's eye narrowed, her tone hardened.
"That skill only runs through the bloodline of Lunovar. Are you telling me you're one of us?"
Leon tilted his head slightly. "Who said that?"
Eula frowned.
"It's written and passed down for generations in the royal family."
But, he didn't stop there.
"Written by whom?" Leon asked, his voice calm, it sounded almost detached.
For the time being, Eula saw Leon's eyes getting dim.
Eula's lips parted, but no words came.
Who exactly said that? Her grandma? The First King? Her ancestors?
She genuinely thought at this point.
Would any skill truly be called something like bloodline-specific?
