Elizabeth's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the scene unfolding before her.
Leon—her Leon—had just moved like lightning, his sword nothing more than a blur, had defeated a D-rank Taker in seconds. Her lips parted in disbelief as the silence of the training ground stretched on.
"What was that speed?" she whispered, barely hearing her own voice over the racing of her heart.
She wasn't shocked that he had won. No—she knew even if Leon could be hotheaded or reckless sometimes he was not stupid. When it came to those he cared about, Leon could go too far, but he never picked fights he couldn't win. It wasn't because of cowardice no far from it, Leon was just being smart.
But this victory—this—left her stunned.
'How was it so easy?' she thought, brows furrowing as she glanced at Dayton's crumpled, blood-soaked body.
'No matter how strong Leon is, he should have struggled a little. That's just normal.' 'Don't tell me… Dayton was a fake D-rank Taker?'
