Normally, beings who expressed praise and awe for him were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and Leo had long since become indifferent to such things.
But when these words came from a peer of equal rank, their weight was, of course, entirely different.
Just as the ancient vanity inside Aether Singer began to stir, Leo suddenly shifted the conversation and continued,
"But I believe the one being my wife should look up to, in this life, is none other than me!"
As soon as these words left Leo's lips, the smile that had barely curved on Aether Singer's face instantly flattened.
Hathaway, standing beside him, also flushed slightly.
"Leo, what exactly are you trying to do?"
She asked softly, a trace of mock reproach in her voice.
Leo gently reached out to ruffle Hathaway's hair, his smile warm and confident.
"Darling, as my wife, in this vast Starsea, you need not look up to anyone else."
"If you must have a belief, it must be me."
