In the stillness of the night, Julian fixed his eyes on Glain, his expression carrying both weariness and firmness. "Let me make this clear," Julian said quietly. "I won't do anything troublesome anymore."
Glain raised a hand lightly, as though to ease the tension. "Relax. That's not what I came for," he assured, his voice steady. Yet he fell silent for a moment, his gaze dropping slightly.
He knew how much Julian had already done for him, more than most men would ever dare.
Finally, Glain spoke again, his tone sharper this time. "What I want is for you to keep an eye on Leo's movements."
Julian's brow furrowed, but he didn't look surprised. "I've been watching him since yesterday," he admitted, his voice edged with caution. "From the way he acts… he's going to stir up chaos."
"Exactly," Glain replied, his eyes glinting. "That's why I want you to monitor him closely. And when he makes his move, when he shows his tricks, I want you to kill him immediately."
