Miranda's Deepest Feelings
"Eh?"
Leon froze, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at Miranda.
After a moment, he came to his senses and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure that you didn't see him?"
"Yes, Master," Miranda replied with a slight nod before continuing, "I did not see the white-haired middle-aged man you mentioned or anyone else when you were at the altar. All I saw was you, frozen in place, with both hands gripping the hilt of the Great Sword of Chaos, completely motionless."
Leon frowned, feeling a bit uneasy upon hearing this.
If what Miranda said was true, then his encounter with the white-haired middle-aged man must have been a hallucination, didn't it?
However, it didn't feel like a hallucination or a dream; it felt very real.
The conversation with the man, his warning not to draw the Great Sword of Chaos because it was not yet time, and his knowledge about the poison inside him—all of it remained vivid in Leon's memory.