Filina raised her eyebrows slightly and questioned.
“Sir Argeny?”
Leon looked down at her quietly, perhaps bewildered by his own question, and bit his lips.
Yet he glanced at her, as if waiting for her reply.
“We know each other.”
She answered with her dissatisfied face. She wanted to say she didn’t know him at all, but she had openly sent him to the infirmary, making it difficult for her to answer differently.
Leon raised his head and looked at her.
“Are you close to Sir Argeny?”
She replied with a shout, as if she had heard an absurd sound.
“Not at all! Why are you asking such a question? It wouldn’t look friendly just by looking at it.”
At her eccentric reaction, Leon tilted his head with a puzzled face.
“When you found out that Sir Argeny was ill, you were worried, so you called the instructor.”
At his words, she said as her expression distorted.
“How do you say that, Sir Leon? I feel very bad. Apologize for what you just said.”
Leon asked with a puzzled expression.
“What part offended you?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know? You said I was worried about Sir Argeny.”
Filina ruffled her fine hair as it ran down her forehead.
“You shouldn’t say something like that. Now Sir Leon has given me a great insult.”
As she spoke to Leon with a serious face, he looked at her with a bewildered expression, then suddenly turned his head to the side and covered his mouth with his hand.
Filina asked with a bewildered look.
“Are you laughing at this situation?”
She was genuinely angry with Leon.
It was no one else, and when she heard that from Leon, it felt like
her stomach churned.
He knew what kind of person Henry was, and it was just frustrating that he said such things.
But what was so funny, he had a smile on his lips that she had never seen before.
“Then, I guess I didn’t have to worry about it. I’m sorry if I offended you, Sir Debussy.”
Leon lowered his hand that covered his mouth and said calmly. There was a pretty smile on his face, staring at Filina.
She looked at him quietly and asked with a puzzled face.
“Then why do you care, Sir Leon?”
At Filina’s words, Leon had a slightly stiff face as if he remembered the words that he had spit out late.
Then he loosened his hardened face and opened his mouth with a blunt voice.
“… … I don’t know either. Why do my eyes keep following Sir Debussy?”
“Yes?”
This time, she looked at Leon with a surprised face.
Leon’s eyes facing her showed firmness. Then he frowned slightly and lowered his gaze.
