A Favor from the Purple Sword Monarch
A faint smile appeared on Leon's face.
"You're right."
"I've come because there's something I'd like to ask of Whitelist Restaurant."
The moment those words left his lips, Cavir's expression grew solemn.
Leon calmly placed his teacup back onto the polished wooden table before continuing in an even tone.
"I came here to ask a favor."
"I wonder if you can satisfy me?"
The words sounded polite.
Almost too polite.
Yet hearing them, Cavir's heart immediately trembled.
He hurriedly straightened his posture.
"Respected One, please feel free to speak."
"I'll do everything within my power."
Although his expression remained respectful, his mind had already become a complete mess.
Ask me... a favor?
The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.
Who asks for a favor like this?
Only moments earlier, Leon's overwhelming aura had quietly enveloped the entire restaurant.
He hadn't raised his voice.
He hadn't threatened anyone.
