"To be precise..." Jack gently shook his head, the warm, measured smile on his face remaining unchanged. "I came specifically to visit the two of you today."
The moment those words were spoken, Leon did not immediately step aside.
He simply stood in the doorway, his gaze slowly shifting from the Ancient Tree emblem pinned to Jack's chest to the gift boxes in the middle-aged man's hands behind him before returning to Jack's face. There was the instinctive caution any ordinary father would have when facing a complete stranger.
Especially on the day after his son had won the Chosen Tournament.
Since last night, many unfamiliar faces had already begun appearing near their home.
Some claimed to represent guilds. Others introduced themselves as representatives of merchant associations.
There had even been several reporters who tried climbing over the low wall behind the house just to take a few photographs of the champion's parents.
