A Magician Never Reveals His Secrets
Leo leaned against the bar, a glass of root beer in hand, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Getting caught was never an option for him. No matter how this entire situation played out, he was determined to evade capture. After all, if the future Demon Lord couldn't handle minor tricky situations like this, how would he ever survive the onslaught of the heavens?
With his shadow melding skill, Leo effortlessly slipped past the unsuspecting individuals engrossed in their discussion. His supernatural movement techniques were far beyond the capabilities of mortal eyes to follow.
From his vantage point, Leo surveyed the corridor leading to the bathrooms, satisfaction spreading across his face as he observed Camellia still feigning anger while Congressman Hills chased after her, wearing an apologetic expression.