Arvanis IV

Leon shook his head. "That's where you're wrong. I do have to go this far—because you matter to me."

Naval smirked. "Wow, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard from you," she said, eyeing Leon as Millim's face flushed red. She just nestled into his arms while Liliana simply nodded.

Leon gently held Millim as she buried her face in his chest, her grip tightening around his cloak. He could feel the weight of her emotions—the pain of being trapped, the fear of losing everything, and the relief of finally having someone who wouldn't abandon her.

Naval playfully nudged Liliana. "Looks like our lady finally found someone who can handle her."

Liliana gave a small smile but remained silent, her usual composed demeanor unchanged.

After a moment, Millim pulled away slightly, her blue eyes meeting Leon's. "You really think we can win this?"

Leon smirked. "No, I know we will. I've already come this far. There's no turning back now."