Nighttime...
In his room, Leon lay with a dazed gaze fixed on the ceiling.
He couldn't stop replaying his conversation with Miranda from earlier that afternoon, which left him unable to fall asleep.
"Who could have severed my connection with the Holy Sword of Zenith, and why?" Leon wondered silently, his eyes narrowing in thought.
He felt that the one responsible likely harbored a grudge against him, but he couldn't determine who.
After all, he had fought countless battles and had so many enemies that he could not count them on his fingers.
"Could it be Velix and his subordinates?" As the thought crossed his mind, Leon raised an eyebrow, his expression turning suspicious as he slowly sat up on the bed.
If he were to list the top ten people who loathed him the most, Velix would undoubtedly be at the top. That damn old man had not only orchestrated a murder plot against him but had also made him endure over two weeks of agony from the deadly poison coursing through his body.