Successfully Regained Control Over the Holy Sword of Zenith!
Nighttime...
Inside his tent, Leon, dressed in his pajamas, sat comfortably in a chair with his right leg crossed. On the small table beside him sat a cup of coffee and some cookies as snacks.
He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, his expression one of relief and happiness, while gazing at the moonlight from Miranda and Sylvia that illuminated the night through the tent window.
"Tsk! Drinking coffee and relaxing at this hour is truly comforting," he murmured softly, a faint smile on his face.
Though he was in a tent rather than his room, his relaxing habits remained unchanged. Moreover, the tent he occupied was far from ordinary—it was a spacious and luxurious one, unlike the simple tents of the soldiers.
It was equipped with a large bed at the far side, a table, two lounge chairs on the right, and other furnishings. In short, this tent was like a portable luxury room!