Inside the tent, Leon and Elina sat facing each other.
"So, how have you been, Elina?" Leon inquired gently as he took a sip of the tea Elina had made.
Elina didn't answer. She only looked at him with a hint of annoyance.
Her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Before I answer, I have one question," she said in a sullen tone. "Why are you pretending to be such a wicked person? Do you know how scared I was?"
During Leon's act, Elina had been genuinely terrified and wanted to run away immediately.
However, she couldn't bear to leave behind the belongings she had brought from her hometown.
Fortunately, the so-called wicked man was just Leon in disguise; otherwise, she didn't even want to imagine what could have happened.
After all, she was new to Morvhal and still unfamiliar with its atmosphere, which was so different from Rothinia.
