Chapter 34. Promotion
The healer stood over Leo, her hands glowing faintly with soft blue light as she waved them above his bare chest, her magic probing for wounds. Her eyes widened, jaw dropping as the glow flickered and faded—nothing. No cuts, no bruises, not even a hint of the damage she'd seen yesterday.
"Impossible," she whispered, stepping back, her hands trembling as the magic dimmed. "I thought you'd need three days to heal—at least." Her mind raced, grasping for an answer that wasn't there.
Leo smirked, swinging his legs off the bed and sitting up, casual as ever. "Guess your magic's top-notch," he said, voice light but with a teasing edge. She gaped, words stuck, her mouth flapping uselessly. He tilted his head, crimson eyes flashing. "So, can I go?"
She jolted, blinking hard. "Y-Yes... you're free to leave," she stammered, shaking her head like she could shake off the shock.
Just then, the door opened, and a young man stepped in—Principal Veymoor's clerk, all business. Lean, with messy brown hair and a sharp uniform, he clutched a stack of papers tight under his arm. His eyes swept the room, locking onto Leo, and he marched over,.
"Leonhardt Caulem," he said, voice short and firm. "The principal wants you when you're recovered."
Leo arched a brow, sliding off the bed with a fluid stretch, muscles flexing as he rolled his shoulders. "Oh yeah?" he said, a sly grin tugging his lips. "Let's head out then." He stood tall, shirt hanging half-open, radiating raw strength.
Before moving, he glanced at Liana, who lingered near the door, watching quietly. "Go back to the dorm," he told her, voice steady but warm. "I'll catch up later."
Liana nodded, a small smile flickering. "Be safe, Young Master," she said, slipping out as Leo turned back to the clerk.