Brandon sensed someone sitting down, he looked up with slightly red eyes and saw Leon.
"Teacher Leon."
The young man greeted in the Felu language, rising to bow to the Lord.
Leon placed a hand on Brandon's shoulder, pressing him back into the chair: "I heard the sermons from the Holy Lake Priest stating that in Illaril's view, the souls of all living beings are equal, including the Prophet himself. In the place of serenity granted by the Holy Hall, there's no need to bring secular rituals inside, especially since I am still one of your teachers."
"Hmm." The young man understood the modesty of the Lord, and sat back down with reassurance.
"Are you praying for Knight Ron? Do you still miss him?" Leon asked.
Brandon's eyes turned red again, unable to hold back: "... I regret it deeply, I clearly dreamed of such a nightmare... I should have found him sooner, he shouldn't have left like that. I hadn't had the chance to repay him yet, if only I could learn faster, be more useful..."
