The Crown Prince Arrives
The sound was leisurely.
Almost playful.
It did not belong to someone frightened by the thousands of soldiers surrounding the street.
It came from Leon.
"Haha, exciting, too exciting…"
Leon slowly walked out from the crowd.
His long black hair shifted over his shoulders as he stepped forward.
His midnight robes moved with him, the thin amethyst embroidery glimmering faintly beneath the surrounding lights.
There was a strange expression on his face.
He looked at General.
Then at James.
His purple eyes held an unmistakable trace of amusement.
It was almost as if he had been watching a performance rather than witnessing a confrontation that could shake the entire city.
He stretched lazily.
His shoulders relaxed.
Then he sighed lightly.
"Looks like I won't be able to leave Ashford City today without stretching my body."
His voice was calm.
There was not even the slightest trace of nervousness.
He looked around at the surrounding army.
