When he first saw Shivar, Leon felt like he was seeing an angel.
Just sitting there casually, his whole body seemed to be glowing with a golden shimmer, his green eyes glanced lazily at everyone, and there was a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. It was obviously beautiful, but it made people feel cold to the bone.
When I saw him again, the boy who was more beautiful than a woman was wearing strong armor, and the heavy sword reflected the cold light. The eyes that once showed ridicule now showed undisguised disdain: "Get away, trash."
Strong, independent, with angels and demon kings as guards, he vowed to fill the hole for the n+1st time.