[Demon Subjugation Exam] [4]

Ludivine allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. But it froze the moment she lowered her gaze.

From her vantage point in the tree, she spotted someone leaning casually against a tree trunk below. A lone figure, completely at ease, as if he had no care in the world.

Leon Cromwell.

It was really him.

Though his eyes were closed, it was impossible to discern if he was truly asleep or merely feigning rest.

Yet, for reasons she couldn't quite articulate, Ludivine felt something like tension gripping her.

'It's like before…'

Her instincts screamed at her to be wary, as though a part of her recognized danger in his presence. But why? 

At first glance, there was nothing outwardly threatening about him. He lay there, unmoving, seemingly unaware of her scrutiny. By all accounts, she should have felt safe—he was at a reasonable distance and appeared entirely at ease. Yet, she couldn't shake the unease prickling at her nerves.