Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 101: Apology to the Fiancée (2)

After an intense duel in the arena, Clarice was about to head toward Leon to personally congratulate him on his victory. She felt genuine joy over what had transpired, though she had hoped Leon would take a stricter approach with Jilk. Despite this, Leon's methods—though softer—had proven to be quite effective and deserved recognition.

As Clarice left the arena, intending to begin her search for Leon, she was suddenly stopped by a young student. He addressed her politely:

"Excuse me, are you Lady Clarice?"

Hearing the greeting, Clarice gave a slight nod and replied:

"Yes, I am Clarice. How can I help you?"

After confirming her identity, the student continued:

"My name is [student's name], and I am one of Leon Bartfort's devoted followers. I ask you to accept this letter."

With those words, the student carefully took out an envelope from his pocket and extended it toward Clarice.

The moment she received the message, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Her first instinct was suspicion—could this be some elaborate trap meant to lure her out? A scheme for an ambush, or worse, an abduction? However, as she studied the student more closely, her eyes caught sight of the Bartfort family crest on his shoulder.

This insignia, which had recently become a mark of Leon's true followers, was something she recognized well. She was aware that these emblems were extremely difficult to forge, as they were only granted to those with a genuine connection to Leon himself. This realization dispelled her doubts, confirming that the young man before her was indeed a devoted supporter of Leon.

Reassured by the authenticity of the emblem, Clarice accepted the envelope, offering a sincere nod of appreciation for delivering such an important message. The student, acknowledging her gratitude with a simple nod, did not linger. Instead, he quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind an air of quiet mystery.

Left alone, Clarice curiously began to open the envelope. Her fingers carefully broke the seal, and soon, her eyes scanned the neat lines of writing penned in a firm and confident hand. With each word she read, her intrigue deepened, and the sense of mystery surrounding the situation only grew stronger.

The final line of the letter was its most striking part:

"Meet me here."

Attached to the letter was a precise location—one of the academy's private rooms, which could only be reserved in advance through an official request.

Clarice hesitated. Who could have sent this message? Why arrange a meeting in such a secluded place? But curiosity proved stronger than caution. Without waiting for her followers—who were likely already looking for her—she quickly made her way toward the designated meeting spot.

Upon arriving at the specified door, Clarice took a deep breath before pushing it open and stepping inside.

Leon was not there yet.

She took a moment to glance around. The room was modest but comfortable enough for private discussions. Moving to stand near the window, Clarice decided to wait. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long—soon, the door opened again, and Leon appeared in the doorway.

The moment she saw him, Clarice almost smiled. She wanted to discuss his duel, to praise him for his victory, but her joyful expression quickly darkened as she noticed who was standing behind him.

Jilk.

Her hands clenched into fists as a surge of anger coursed through her veins.

"That bastard..." she muttered through gritted teeth.

Standing before her was the man who had once been her fiancé—the one she had once loved with all her heart. And now... now, she despised him just as much as she had once adored him.

Clarice couldn't deny that, deep inside, some remnants of her former feelings still lingered. But with each passing day, with each glance at him, those feelings grew colder, turning to ice.

Sensing the tension in the air, Leon swiftly did what he did best (besides fighting and carrying out his teacher's questionable ideas)—he served tea.

With practiced ease, he dragged a small table closer to Clarice and then, with the grace of a seasoned tea master, began preparing tea using his elegant tea set.

Meanwhile, his AI companion, Luxion, still in stealth mode, whispered sarcastically in his ear:

"You are absolutely insane, Master."

Without pausing in his work, Leon muttered back through his teeth:

"Shut up. I'm performing true art here."

Clarice silently observed this strange ritual. Finally, when Leon placed a cup before her, she hesitated only for a moment before accepting it. Taking a sip, she felt a soothing sensation spread through her body—the tea had been brewed using a special blend of calming herbs, helping to ease the storm of emotions raging inside her.

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On the other hand, Jilk remained silent, simply watching the scene unfold. Slowly, his hand began to move forward, as if he expected that he, too, would be served a cup.

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Leon, noticing this, crossed his arms and stated coldly:

"Not for you. This is for the ladies only."

A flicker of irritation flashed across Jilk's face, but he merely closed his eyes, concealing his emotions.

At that moment, Clarice finally spoke—her voice sharp and cold, like the edge of a knife:

"So, what do you want? And why are you here?"