As Leon walked out of the Noble District, he noticed dozens of eyes turning their way. Most of them—men. And most of them weren't looking at him.
They were staring at her.
Reina kept her eyes lowered, walking close beside Leon, but it didn't matter.
'Hmm...? She must've used a potion to hide her identity, but her aura... and those Elf pheromones...' Leon thought, glancing at her with a neutral expression. 'They're pulling in every fucking dog on the street.'
Even cloaked in human clothes and low-profile mana, her natural scent was too strong. Every man that passed gave her a second glance.
"Oi... kid."
Suddenly, A voice called from behind, smug and irritating.
Leon stopped.
He turned slowly, brows twitching with mild curiosity—and immediate disdain.
Standing behind him was a fat, greasy bastard in bright red noblewear, his cane digging into the stone as he leaned on it like some kind of warlord. But what caught Leon's attention wasn't the man.
It was the woman beside him.
