Fuck, another nightmare, Leon thought, an imaginary shiver running through him while his outward expression stayed perfectly composed.
Right after Bunbun's declaration, Sylphia's voice came in, almost like a protest.
"Please, L—" She caught herself mid-syllable, swallowing hard. The intense, almost murderous look Bunbun was now directing at her felt like a countless number of knives pressed against her throat. She'd been about to call him by his name directly, but corrected herself instantly, certain that if she actually said it, Bunbun's glare alone might tear her apart.
Bunch of lunatics, Sylphia cursed internally, though she kept it entirely off her face. Her own childhood friend had somehow become one of them — and not just any level of lunatic, but apparently competing with Pope James himself for the title. She'd heard whispers that Bunbun was already planning to challenge him in the next election, insisting she was the most devoted candidate available.
