Seeing Julius at the entrance, Leona's faint smile vanished completely. She let out a quiet sigh and straightened herself, the warmth on her face replaced by her usual composure.
Without saying a word to Nyx, she walked over to where Julius stood, his eyes fixed on the sight before them—Luca surrounded by the elves, laughter echoing all around.
He noticed that even the older elves were giggling and whispering among themselves, clearly tempted to join the younger ones in showering the hero with affection.
Julius's jaw tightened as he watched the scene unfold, his expression darkening with disdain.
"It seems..." He said at last, his tone dripping with contempt. "...that the Hero is quite popular with the women of the village." His eyes narrowed slightly. "They're practically throwing themselves at him."
"Yes." Leona said evenly. "After all, he did save everyone—"
"How unsightly."
Julius interrupted sharply, his voice carrying the weight of disgust.
