The Wasted Genius and Leon's Praise
Merlin pointed at Leon, horror etched across his pale, handsome face.
As hard as it was to believe, no one else came to mind but this damn man. Worse yet, he continued to smile at him, as if mocking him, further solidifying Merlin's suspicions.
Still, he clung to the hope that he was mistaken. Otherwise, he knew the opportunity to gain glory on the battlefield was lost forever.
Reality, however, is often both harsh and unforgiving. Liliana, hearing his words, gave a slight nod, her lips curling into a faint smile.
"You're right, Merlin. Leon will lead the reinforcements on the battlefield, and my decision is final," she said, her tone indifferent.
Merlin clenched his fists in frustration, teeth gritting.
With her decision set in stone, he realized there was no way for him to take command of the reinforcements.
Yet accepting this reality was nearly impossible—this was his last opportunity to prove himself on the battlefield.