The Weight of Amethyst Clouds
"How can the princess of the Drake Empire become your student…"
The Prince of Blue Empire frowned deeply, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes tightening as suspicion and unease flashed through them. The blazing sea of fire around the ruined plain crackled softly, but the atmosphere had become colder than winter.
Leon stood calmly amidst everyone's stares.
His midnight robes fluttered lightly in the scorching wind, the thin amethyst embroideries shimmering faintly like flowing stars beneath moonlight. His long black hair rested against his shoulders, unmoving despite the raging heat, while those purple eyes carried an indescribable pressure—calm, distant, and impossible to see through.
He glanced indifferently at the Prince of Blue Empire.
"And why," Leon replied slowly, his tone neither hurried nor angry, "can't she become my student?"
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
