PAID

After an uncertain amount of time, Leon slowly regained consciousness.

The first thing he saw was a flash of silver.

Then came a young, childish voice,

“Big Sis, he’s awake!”

A more mature and commanding voice replied,

“Let him rest a bit longer, Little Lo. Don’t disturb him.”

“Okay, Big Sis.”

The silver-haired little girl disappeared from Leon’s view, her small, hurried footsteps echoing as she ran off.

Leon gradually shook off the disorienting fatigue from his fainting spell. Sitting up slowly, he leaned against the headboard and surveyed the room.

The interior was simple—minimal decorations but equipped with all the essentials of daily life.

In the center of the room sat two figures, one dressed in red and the other in silver, facing each other at a table covered with ancient books and magical crystals.

Leon squinted slightly, focusing his gaze.

The silver-haired little one was also looking at him.

She sat obediently in her chair, her head tilted slightly, a small silver tail neatly curled behind her. Her large eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stared at Leon.

Compared to the younger one, the figure beside her was far more composed—and clearly surprised.

With elegantly arched brows, crimson eyes locked onto Leon, the older woman asked in a calm yet faintly probing tone,

“Who are you? And how did you end up here?”@@novelbin@@

Her voice, though casual, carried an undertone that gave the impression she might accept even the most implausible excuse.

But Leon knew better than to underestimate Isha Melkvey.