Beyond

Seltin's gaze narrowed, but even after she looked back up to meet Leonel's, he didn't flinch a single time. In fact, it was she who felt her throat suddenly constrict as though just a thought of acting against Leonel would lead to her death. 

This was, of course, ridiculous, or at the very least, she thought that it should be. Even with the strength she only showed on the surface, it should be enough to deal with a Tier 1 Leonel, let alone her true strength... So why did she feel so uncomfortable?

"… What do you want to know?" Seltin finally spoke. 

"The obvious," Leonel replied without missing a beat. "Why did you leave the Three Finger Cult? How did you leave them? Why are you all stuck at the Shadow Tail level of the Lineage Factors? What is the true depth of your strength… The obvious," Leonel repeated.

Seltin's jaw set and she leaned back into her chair.