"She's still alive?" she asked calmly.
Leon gave a short nod. "Barely."
"Did you learn anything from her?" she asked, nodding slightly as Leon shook his head.
"She didn't open her mouth. I guess I can just wait and let her feel despair—maybe then she'll start talking," he said, and Luna nodded.
"Thank you," she said as Leon led her.
"I mean… thank you for getting angry—for Millie's sake," she added softly.
Leon simply nodded.
**
Elsewhere…
In the Daemon Continent of Demosna, a dark mirror flickered in Asmodeus's private chamber.
He watched Myria's tortured form, licking his lips in amusement.
"So she failed…" he whispered. "And now she's broken."
Behind him, a figure knelt in the shadows. "Shall we retrieve her, my lord?"
"No," Asmodeus said. "Let Leon keep her. If she breaks, she breaks. If she turns, she becomes our poison in their garden."
The Daemon Lord of Lust chuckled as he raised his glass of blood-wine.
"Either way, she's still of use… just like he said."
