The man stands there, somber expression flitting across his aged features.
He bows to the king and states, “I have remained silent for as long as I could, my lord, but please spare her. She is much too weak to be the next weapon. You involve her in a world she knows so little about. She deserves to live.”
Mamoru’s eyes darken, and he takes a step towards the parent. Leila holds her hand out in front of him, though, halting his actions and states with disdain lacing her voice, “You disappear for twelve years, suddenly pop back up and expect me to just listen to you? You have some nerve.”
His eyes widen and he asks, pointing a finger at the king, “Has he told you that you will die if you take up this fight? You are the blood weapon, a sacrifice to the summoning.”
Her lips tighten, and she turns to the king with firmly questioning eyes. He snaps irritably, “The chances of a summoning are slim. I do not require that of her, merely her blood.”