A King Who Walks Alone [Part-3]
The meaning was clear.
"And for that…"
Leon's gaze burned.
"You need to be ready."
Silence.
Absolute.
Then—
He leaned slightly forward.
The throne hall held its breath.
Not a single sound echoed now.
No shifting armor.
No whisper of silk.
No nervous cough.
Nothing.
Because every person in that room understood—
Something deeper was moving beneath Leon's words.
Something more than a request showed up that day.
Just silence. Not one single alert came first.
A mark appeared - soft at first, yet heavy in meaning.
Fingers just brushing the throne's edge, Leon sat still. Yet a quiet tightness lived in his hand. The sort that creeps in when your mind has moved far beyond the present moment. Others lag behind without even noticing.
Slowly, his gaze drifted from one to the next. Over them, he looked without hurry. Each moment stretched just a little longer than expected.
Not just looking -
Reading.
Rias.
