Conquering Albert - Part 1
Inside the tent, Leon sat on a lounge chair, leisurely sipping a cup of tea. His demeanor was calm and relaxed, as if he were savoring every note of the tea's aroma and flavor.
Moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the quiet. The tent flap was pushed aside, revealing Kaelen escorting a middle-aged man clad in white armor, his hands bound tightly with ropes.
The man had short black hair and an average posture, yet his sharp aura was unmistakable—like the edge of a finely honed blade. Though faint wrinkles lined his face, it was easy to see he had been strikingly handsome in his youth.
"General, I've brought him as you ordered," Kaelen reported respectfully, shoving the man to the ground, forcing him to kneel before Leon.
Leon locked eyes with the middle-aged man, who glared back with undisguised hatred. Then, shifting his attention to Kaelen, Leon's expression softened into a satisfied smile, and he gave a small nod of approval.