Chapter 60: Trial Notice
"You have the nerve—!" Dale's instincts screamed. His eyes constricted, and he snatched his hand back from Leo's shoulder as if it had been burned; he clutched his wrist, heart pounding.
"W-what happened, Master Dale?" one of the girls stammered, but he didn't answer. He only stared at Lily with wide, terrified eyes.
By now, Lily was sober. One hand hovered on the sword's hilt—just a fingertip grazing the metal—but the look she fixed on him was ice. Dale could feel it like a physical pressure, gnawing at his bravado.
"I suppose the misunderstanding has been dealt with," Leo said coolly, "but next time—be careful. Put your hand on me again and you'll bear the consequences." With that, he turned and walked off, his dismissal measured and calm.
"You! Master Dale—!" Dale stopped her, only watching their retreating figure.
"Let's head back. Today's mission was a failure." Dale forced his voice calm and strode away.
