John was first on her evaluation list. Tall, blonde, and muscular, he seemed like the ideal warrior, but his raw strength was often problematic. He was the type of person who would tear down an entire wall just to take down one enemy. Luna wondered if she could teach him the subtleties of combat, or if he would remain a bully causing more harm than good.

  Nora was the complete opposite. Small, quiet, and reserved, she possessed an incredible talent for defensive magic. Her ability to create barriers and protect the team was invaluable, but she didn’t enjoy combat. Luna could see the internal conflict within her—a girl born for war, yet unwilling to embrace it.

  Bella already looked like she could hardly wait to begin. With a mysterious smile on her face, she played with a strand of her dark hair as her fingers subtly manipulated a thin vine growing from a small pot beside her. Her power over plants and alchemical experiments was fascinating, but unpredictable. Luna knew she would have to keep a close eye on her—her talent could save the whole team, but it could just as easily blow them all to pieces.

  And finally, Isagi. A guy of average build with a carefree expression, the only one who seemed to be absolutely uninterested in anything. His powers of teleportation and telekinesis were incredible, but it seemed like he only used them when forced. He was more interested in finding the easiest way to coast through life with the least effort. Luna recognized that type—lazy, but talented. Someone who could be lethally efficient… if he ever cared enough to try.

  Leo stood next to Luna, hands in his pockets, evaluating the group with a slight smile. "This will be interesting," he commented quietly.

  Luna shifted her gaze to him, then back to her unit.

  "From today, you're part of my team. Others might have written you off, but I won't. However, this is not a refuge for losers. Here, you'll learn how to survive and win. If you can't keep up... the door is right there."

  No one moved.

  Luna smiled. "Good. Then, let's begin."

  Miyamura entered the room with a light, almost silent step, his expression betraying that he found the whole situation beneath his dignity. His light blue hair was perfectly styled, and his dark blue eyes appeared cold and uninterested. His uniform was flawless, without a single crease, as if he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

  "I see you've gotten well acquainted," he said in a tone that seemed to be a mix of boredom and sarcasm. "I'm Miyamura, your coordinator. My role is to direct you on missions, submit reports, and make sure you don't create a mess that the organization will have to clean up later."

  John immediately sized him up from head to toe, clearly unimpressed. "Great. Do we have a fighter here or just someone who's going to handle paperwork?"

  Miyamura rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, musclehead. If it comes to the point where I have to fight, it means you're all already dead."

  Luna smiled. Miyamura reminded her of the type of person who was often underestimated because of their appearance. She knew what that felt like, but also knew that behind such an aristocratic demeanor, there was often much more than met the eye.

  "Miyamura," she said calmly, "how long have you been with the organization?"

  "Long enough to know that the best way to survive is not to rush into stupidity," he replied, crossing his arms. "And now, Captain, I have your first official assignment."

  Everyone immediately straightened up.

  Miyamura pulled a folder from his slim bag and placed it on the table. "This will be a test for your group. Unknown magical activity has been detected in a nearby settlement. People are disappearing, and those who return—if they return at all—are no longer the same. The organization wants us to investigate what's going on, but discreetly. We don't want to cause a panic."

  Luna scanned her new comrades. This was their chance to show what they could do.

  "Alright," she said firmly. "Get ready. We're leaving in an hour."

  Miyamura shrugged. "Just don't make too much noise. And if any of you die, I’m not the one filling out the complaint forms."

  Bella quietly smiled. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

  Miyamura gave her a brief, cynical smile. "I’m afraid you’re right."

  Miyamura was seated at his desk in his office, surrounded by a pile of documents and reports he had to submit by the end of the day. Luna and her group had once again managed to complete the mission their way—efficiently, but chaotically

  "Incredible," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "How is it possible that they’re simultaneously the most problematic and most successful unit in the entire organization?"

  Just then, the door swung open abruptly, and Luna walked in casually, with Leo right behind her.

  "Hey, Miyamura," she said, crossing her arms behind her head. "We brought you more work."

  Miyamura looked up from his papers and dropped them onto the table with a deep sigh.

  "Of course you did," he said sarcastically. "Tell me, what did you break this time? Or maybe I’d rather not ask?"

  Leo leaned against the wall with the calmness that always seemed to follow him. "We solved the problem. But... we might have caused a bit of damage in the process."

  Miyamura massaged his temples. "Please, define 'a bit of damage."

  Luna smiled. "Well, you know that village from the last report? The one with the magical anomalies?"

  Miyamura immediately knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. "Yes...?"

  "Well, it's gone."

  Miyamura froze, his expression blank. "What exactly do you mean by 'gone'?"

  Leo shrugged. "Technically, it's still there, but... let's just say all the villagers have been safely evacuated, and the village is... in pieces."

  Miyamura leaned on the table, clearly trying not to have a nervous breakdown.

  "Why am I stuck with you?" he muttered.

  Luna patted his shoulder. "Because you love us, Miyamura. And because you know no one else can do this like we can."

  Miyamura looked up at her, considering whether he should just give up on everything.

  "Just get out," he said. "And, please, next time at least try to finish the mission without giving me three extra reports to fill out."

  Luna laughed and left the office, while Leo shook his head and followed her.

  Miyamura picked up his pen again and began writing the report.

  "One day," Miyamura muttered, "I'll just run away."

  Luna often stood on the balcony of her bedroom after missions, lost in thought about Damien. Months had passed, and there had been no trace of him. Every time she tried to contact him, there was no success. As her blue hair fluttered in the moonlight, she wondered where he had gone. But she realized that no one, except her, wanted his return. With his contracts, many lives had become easier without him, but not for Luna.Leo, from his own balcony, watched Luna standing in the moonlight, seeing that she was lost in thought. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew she was carrying a weight that no one else understood. Luna had never told anyone about Damien or the power she had gained from him.

  Leo had been watching for a while, noticing how Luna looked under the moonlight—her long, blue hair shimmering in the pale light, and the expression on her face distant and thoughtful. He didn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but he could guess it was something serious.

  He made a decision. With slow steps, he moved toward her room, then gently knocked on the balcony door. Luna didn’t flinch, as if she already knew he was there.

  “Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly.

  Luna continued to gaze at the night sky before finally responding.

  “It’s not about that.”

  Leo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

  "Then what is it?"

  Luna sighed. "I'm thinking about the past... and some things that won't let me be at peace."

  Leo stayed silent for a few moments, trying to find the right words. He didn't want to pressure her, but he wanted to know more.

  "If there's anything I can do... you know you can tell me, right?"

  Luna finally turned her gaze away from the moon and looked at him. There was something comforting in his presence—his red eyes seemed sincere, even worried.

  "I know," she said, but she didn't add anything more.

  Leo nodded, not pressing further. He approached the fence next to her, and together they looked into the distance.

  "Then at least don't think too much tonight," he said with a slight smile. "I don't want to have to carry you and your sleepiness through the next mission."

  Luna gave a brief smile, though the sadness still lingered in her eyes.

  "Alright," she said quietly.

  For a while, they stood in silence, sharing the night without the need for more words.

  The news of the prophecy spread through the organization like wildfire. People whispered in the halls, trying to interpret the meaning of the seer's vision. Many were convinced it referred to a saint who would lead them to final victory over the magical creatures.

  Luna sat in the cafeteria with her team when she overheard a conversation at the nearby table.

  "They say a warrior will appear who will end the threat of magical beasts forever," one of the soldiers said excitedly.

  "They say a warrior will appear who will end the threat of magical beasts forever," one of the soldiers said excitedly.

  "Maybe she's already among us," added another.

  Luna gently set down her utensils. She felt an unusual tightness in her chest. For some time, she had sensed that something was wrong, but now she had the feeling that things were heading in a direction she didn’t like.

  Leo noticed the expression on her face and leaned in closer.

  "You don’t look too thrilled," he said quietly.

  Luna looked at him, but didn't answer right away. A thousand thoughts swirled in her mind. She knew the truth—she couldn’t be the saint from the prophecy. Her power came from a demon, from Damien. Would the people still celebrate her if they knew?

  "It’s not really my style to rely on prophecies," she finally replied, trying to sound casual.

  Leo studied her for a few seconds, as if trying to read what was really going on in her mind. Then he just smiled.

  "Well, whoever that warrior is, I hope she's at least half as dangerous as you," he said and went back to eating.

  Luna only smiled, but deep down, she knew that this prophecy would bring more trouble than anyone in the organization could imagine.

  Luna loved the sense of freedom that came with the nightlife. After exhausting missions and the constant pressure within the organization, the clubs were her escape. The lights, the music, bodies pressed together—everything pulled her thoughts away from the burden she had been given. A saint? Her? The irony made her laugh every time she found herself in someone’s arms, playing a game where she called the shots.

  She loved the feeling of control. No one could possess her, no one could bind her. She was like a storm—coming quickly, leaving a mark, and disappearing without explanation. Men fell before her, mesmerized by her irresistible energy, but none of them were strong enough to hold her.

  Leo waited for her every dawn. His figure leaned against the hallway wall, his red eyes watching her as she returned, tired, but still powerful. He never asked where she had been, with whom, or why. He simply remained silent, allowing her to pass by, and she would throw him a lazy smile, aware of his presence but also of her current untouchable status. She didn't give him what he wanted, but she intentionally kept him close. She knew she attracted him, intoxicated him, slowly testing his boundaries. Though he was strong, powerful, and fearless on the field, in this war with her...- He still didn't have the strength to tame her.

  But Leo was not the type to give up easily. Luna might have thought she was in control of the situation, but he had his own plan. He was just waiting for the right moment.

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  One night, when Luna sneaked out of the base, Leo followed her. Her routine was the same—club, drinks, and men. Leo waited until dawn. Luna, however, felt the presence of his aura. As the morning light broke, a mission awaited them, but Luna appeared, sneaking up behind Leo.

  Leo felt his heart race as Luna's arms wrapped around his neck. Her closeness, her scent – a mix of smoke, alcohol, and something irresistibly seductive – made him feel weak. He knew he was playing her game, but at that moment, he didn’t care.

  Luna loved testing boundaries, seeing how far she could push things. Her lips were close to his as she smiled, provocatively, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

  "Have you become possessive, Leo?" she whispered, her light green eyes gleaming with challenge.

  Leo watched her, trying to stay composed, but he couldn't ignore the way she attracted him. Her body was pressed against him, her hand lightly sliding down his jawline.

  "We still have a mission, Luna," his voice was low, his breath warm against her skin, though his words carried a sense of urgency that matched the fire in his chest.

  Luna hesitated for a moment, her breath heavy, as the heat between them hung in the air. She could feel the tension, the pull of the game they were playing, but something in his words grounded her.

  "I know," she murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "But sometimes, Leo, the mission can wait."

  "If you keep playing this game, Luna, be careful not to get burned."

  His red eyes flashed as he released her, turning toward the exit.

  Luna stayed leaning against the wall, smiling to herself. "We’ll see, Leo. We’ll see."

  The passion between them exploded like a flame that had been smoldering for days. Leo could no longer control himself—something inside him broke when he saw her smile, that challenging, confident smile that had haunted him for days.

  He pressed her firmly against the wall, trapping her hands in his. His breath was hot on her neck as he slowly lowered his lips to her skin. Luna closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as her fingertips trailed down his chest, undoing his uniform.

  Leo wasn’t one to easily lose control, but Luna was different. Luna was a storm in human form – unpredictable, powerful, seductive.

  In the next moment, gravity pulled them to the floor, but they didn’t care. The coldness of the hallway floor contrasted with the heat of their bodies as they surrendered to raw passion, regardless of the mission that awaited them.

  It was like a war – a clash between two powerful, stubborn individuals, where neither wanted to surrender, but both reveled in the fight.

  Luna and Leo appeared late, but still exuded calm, as if they hadn’t just spent time on the hallway floor in a whirlwind of passion. Luna adjusted her jacket, while Leo rolled up his sleeves, trying to appear composed.

  Mijamura immediately noticed them and angrily shouted, "Where the hell have you been?! This is a combat mission, not a love retreat!"

  John laughed, giving Mijamura a pat on the shoulder.

  "Clearly, they had more important things to do."

  Bella joined in the teasing, expertly summoning plant roots to bind one of the minotaurs. "Leo, are you sure you can stand on your feet? You look a little... worn out."

  Nora rolled her eyes but didn’t engage in the provocation, focusing instead on the magical barrier that protected the team.

  Isagi was the boldest. Leaning against his sword, he called out, "Luna, you must’ve really worked him over. Poor Leo, look at his uniform, it's undone! Come on, admit it—who was more aggressive?"

  Leo sighed, a small smile appearing around his lips. Luna, on the other hand, simply leaned on her hip, crossing her arms, nonchalantly shaking her head.

  "Are you planning to keep talking, or are you going to fight?" she said, her light green eyes gleaming under the sun.

  In the next moment, a dark purple aura enveloped her as she drew her two katanas. She glanced at Leo, and he only nodded – now they were ready to make up for lost time.

  The battlefield soon echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and the roars of magical beasts, but within the group, everyone knew one thing: the tension between Luna and Leo hadn’t disappeared – it had simply taken on a new form.

  Meetings with the high council of the organization had become routine for Luna – despite being an exceptional warrior, she was constantly criticized for her behavior and her team.

  "Luna, you're the saint from the prophecy. You have to act accordingly."

  Those words were starting to get on her nerves. Every time she heard them, she'd listen with the same bored expression, tossing a strand of her golden-blue hair over her shoulder.

  One time, when she was at the edge of her patience, she interrupted one of the elders: "Do you want me to kill magical creatures, or should I pose as your saintly puppet? Because I choose the first."

  Silence fell over the room. Some were offended, others shocked by her audacity, but no one could argue with her results.

  The pressure to conform to the norms reminded her of her old life, before magic, before Damien. The days when she tried to be "proper" in a world that didn’t want her.

  "If you think that the label of saint is going to change my way of life, you're mistaken," she said coldly, leaning back in her chair.

  "You’re a warrior," one of them said. "But also a symbol. People need to believe in you."

  Luna sighed and rolled her eyes.

  "Let them believe in my skills. And leave the labels for someone else."

  After the meeting ended, she stormed out of the office and headed to the roof of the building. The wind carried her hair as she pondered everything. She felt Leo’s presence before he spoke.

  "Still bothering you?" he asked, approaching her.

  Luna leaned against the railing, looking out over the city below.

  "Saint here, saint there... How am I supposed to explain to them that I’m just doing what I do best?"

  Leo leaned beside her, hands shoved in his pockets.

  "Maybe you don’t need to explain. Just let them talk, and you keep doing your thing."

  Luna smiled.

  "That's why I love you, Leo. You always remind me I don’t have to listen to nonsense."

  Leo flinched at her words but didn’t say anything. He knew Luna didn’t speak lightly – but he also knew there was someone who still held a place in her heart.

  After the meeting, Luna went to Belle, who was working on some poison in her laboratory. Luna tied a scarf around her face, observing the lab filled with bottles of various colors, dried herbs, and experimental mixtures that were evaporating into the air. The scent was a mix of bitter herbs, smoke, and something faintly metallic.

  "You and your poisons..." Luna commented, crossing her arms as she watched Bella carefully pour the dark purple liquid from one test tube to another.

  Bella smiled, not taking her eyes off her experiment. "Well, someone has to. They’re not going to make themselves."

  Luna then noticed Bella’s hands wrapped in bandages.

  "What happened?" she asked curiously.

  Bella raised her hand and casually waved it off. "You know how it goes. Not everyone wants to be my test rabbit, so I try it on myself."

  Luna shook her head with a smile. "You're not normal."

  Bella shrugged, then turned toward the small teapot steaming on the table. She took two cups and poured a dark green tea into them.

  "Would you like some?" she asked, offering Luna a cup.

  Luna took it, but before she sipped, she raised an eyebrow. "No special additions, right?"

  Bella laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Not this time."

  Luna took a sip, feeling the warmth slide down her throat. In Bella’s company, she felt at ease—it was refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t expect anything from her, except to just be herself.

  Bella then mentioned that Mijamura was having trouble due to their previous mission.

  Bella raised an eyebrow, surprised by Luna’s reaction, but then she immediately laughed. "Well, this is unexpected. I thought you'd just shrug it off."

  Luna rolled her eyes as she set her cup of tea down. "Mijamura might be annoying and always complaining, but it’s not fair that he always bears the brunt of everything. Let’s go help him before he completely loses it and starts writing complaints."

  Bella nodded and quickly got up. "Alright, I’ll call the others. But you know John is definitely going to mess something up, right?"

  Luna laughed as she left the lab. "Yeah, but at least we’ll all mess it up together."

  As they walked through the hallways of the base, Bella called Isagi, Nora, and John, who were just gathering in the cafeteria.

  "Team, we're going to help Mijamura. He's been cleaning up after us for two days now, it's not fair to leave him alone," Bella said, and everyone looked at her in surprise.

  Isagi leaned against the table and smirked mysteriously. "Wait, wait... Did I hear that right? Luna wants to help Mijamura? What happened, did a ray of light hit you?"

  John chuckled and crossed his arms. "And we thought you only cared about Leo."

  Luna just gave them a cold look. "Don't make me change my mind. Either come along or stay here and annoy yourselves."

  Nora, who was always about fair play, nodded and stood up. "Luna's right. Mijamura works for all of us, it's only fair we help him."

  Isagi sighed and stretched. "Alright, alright. But I'm just coordinating. I don't like dirty work."

  "Actually, you're going to like it today." Luna smiled at him threateningly.

  With sounds of grumbling, the entire team made their way to the place where Miyamura was still working. When they arrived, they saw him standing in the midst of chaos – bodies were still scattered around, and he was holding a board with notes, clearly in the process of organizing the whole cleanup operation.

  As soon as he saw them, he put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. "You? Here? Impossible. Am I working too much and starting to hallucinate?"

  Luna laughed and put her hands on her hips. "No, we came to help you. You can't do everything alone, Miyamura."

  Miyamura looked at them skeptically, but then just sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Just please – don't make an even bigger mess."

  The team threw themselves into the work, and for the first time in two days, Miyamura felt like someone had lifted a weight off his shoulders.

  He sighed but couldn't hide the faint smile as he listened to their singing. "Well, at least it won't be so painful."

  Leo, despite his serious expression, couldn't resist glancing at Luna, who was enjoying the moment. Even though she seemed like the type of person who constantly stirred up chaos, there was something enchanting about her ability to relax the atmosphere.

  John quickly caught the rhythm of the song and started tapping his hands on a nearby wooden box, creating a beat. "Hey, this isn't bad. Maybe I should start a band."

  Isagi shook his head, smiling. "Yeah, only if the band can be made while sitting and drinking."

  "Why not?" John shrugged.

  As the song went on, even Miyamura quietly began to hum along to himself while going through the documents. The atmosphere, which had been tense and exhausting until then, now felt almost fun.

  Bella laughed as she wiped her hands off from the dust. "Maybe we should do this more often. The art of cleaning through song!"

  Nora nodded. "There's a reason soldiers in ancient times sang while they worked or marched. It creates a sense of unity."

  Luna smiled enigmatically as she raised her arms, like a conductor. "Then let's continue! Next chorus, everyone sings, including you, gentlemen."

  Miyamura immediately raised his hands in a defensive stance. "No chance. My role is to make sure this mess disappears, not to sing."

  Leo rolled his eyes but gave a slight nod, accepting the challenge. "Fine, but only this once."

  And so, with song and laughter, they continued their cleaning, cracking jokes and making a fun time out of what was supposed to be yet another exhausting day.

  Back at the base, the team finally had a chance to relax. Tired but satisfied with the job well done, they decided to take some time for themselves that evening.

  "I think we've earned this," John said, stretching his arms above his head. "We're becoming a real team."

  Leo ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "Then tonight, we’re throwing a party in our living room. I'll take care of the food and drinks."

  Bella raised an eyebrow. "You? Since when did you become the organizer?"

  "Someone has to, and you'd probably end up with poisoned drinks if Bella was the one cooking," Isagi teased, dodging the light slap she sent his way.

  "Don't worry, I'll bring only trusted drinks," Bella said with a smile.

  Nora nodded, happy to have the chance to unwind without the stress of missions. "Alright, but let's not overdo it. I don't want to be cleaning up the mess we make tomorrow."

  Miyamura sighed, already picturing the chaos he would have to manage. "I just ask that everything stays within reason."

  Luna smiled enigmatically. "Don't worry, Miyamura. Tonight, we'll just enjoy ourselves."

  With the assigned tasks in place, everyone went off to freshen up and prepare for the evening that promised to be interesting.

  — Luna, Nora, and Bella headed to the pool. Afterward, they met up in Luna’s room to get ready for the party, but when Luna cranked up the music on the radio, Nora and Bella exchanged smiles, realizing the party had already started. As they got ready, they sang and danced, losing track of time. Isagi, who had gone to bring them back, was in shock when he saw the girls so euphoric.

  Leo crossed his arms, watching the scene in front of him. Luna, Nora, and Bella were completely lost in the moment – the loud music echoed through the room as the three of them twirled and sang, caught up in the energy of the night.

  "Isagi..." Leo sighed, "why did you drag me here?"

  Isagi patted Leo on the shoulder, enjoying his friend's reaction. "You had to see this. Admit it, you didn't expect something like this."

  Leo gave his friend a sideways glance, but he couldn’t hide his smile. "I didn’t… But then again, it's Luna. I should’ve known she’d cause chaos."

  At that moment, Bella grabbed Nora's hand and spun her around, while Luna raised her arms in the air, laughing. "No rules tonight, girls!"

  Isagi then cleared his throat loudly, catching their attention. "Looks like the party's already started without us."

  Luna suddenly turned toward the door, crossing her arms. "You guys are spying on us? How shameful."

  Bella and Nora giggled as Leo and Isagi entered the room. Leo leaned against the wall and ran his hand through his hair, watching Luna. "If you're already in your element, I guess you’ll be the stars of the night."

  Luna flashed him a smile, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Oh, my dear, tonight, we'll all be stars."

  Isagi shook his head and stepped toward the radio. "Well then, it’s time to turn up the music."

  With even louder beats and more laughter, the night promised to be unforgettable.

  Isagi balanced on one leg while twirling his glass in his hand, attempting a trick that, of course, ended with him spilling his drink on his shirt.

  "You see, Nora, even clumsiness can be charming!" Isagi said with a grin, hoping to make her laugh.

  Nora just raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink. "If you say so."

  The whole group burst into laughter as John slammed his fist on the table. "Admit it, Isagi, you'll never win her over."

  Isagi dramatically sighed and sat down next to her. "Only because she doesn’t know it yet!"

  Bella, already a little tipsy, nodded in support of Isagi. "You know, Nora, maybe you should give him a chance. He might be hiding some undiscovered depth."

  Nora rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You guys are impossible."

  Leo leaned back on the couch, observing the scene, while Luna sat next to him, a drink in hand. They shared a brief glance and both smiled—those rare moments when everyone was relaxed, free from missions, bloodshed, and responsibilities, were truly precious.

  Mijamura sighed, resting his elbows on the table. "Honestly, I'm just waiting for the moment when someone makes a mess. Because we all know it's going to happen."

  Luna raised her glass high. "In that case, let the party truly begin!"

  The whole group cheered and raised their drinks, and the night was just getting started.

  At one point, Luna retreats to her room.

  Luna entered her room and closed the door behind her. The night was loud, the music from the living room still echoed through the halls, but she wanted a moment of silence. She took off her boots and threw herself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

  Soon after, she heard the door slowly open. She didn’t bother turning around – she already knew who it was.

  "What do you want, Leo?" she asked quietly, but with a smile.

  Leo leaned against the doorframe, trying to appear calm, though his eyes, filled with alcohol and desire, told a different story. "You're running away, and I don't like it when someone runs from me."

  Luna laughed and propped herself up on her elbows. "I'm not running away. I'm just tired of the company."

  Leo stepped closer, closing the door behind him. His white hair was slightly messy, and his shirt was unbuttoned in a disheveled way. "What about me? Is there a place for me there?"

  Luna watched him for a few seconds, then pulled him by the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer. "Maybe..."

  Leo didn't hesitate. His lips found hers, and in the next moment, Luna found herself trapped between him and the bed. His breath was heavy, warm, and his hands awkwardly slid down her arms, as if trying to memorize every part of her.

  "Luna..." he whispered, pausing for a moment.

  She smiled and pulled him closer. "Don't think, Leo. Just feel."

  And this time, he was too drunk, too mesmerized by her, to resist.

  Luna watched Leo as he slept beside her, his calm breathing contrasting with her restless thoughts. Leo was different from Damien – Damien was a force of chaos, unpredictable and dark, while Leo was a pillar, someone who brought security and stability.

  Still, Luna knew that security had never been her priority. She had always been drawn to challenges, to what was forbidden, unattainable. Damien had made her who she was today, and Leo... Leo made her question if she could be something else.

  She moved a lock of hair from his face, and he stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. His light red eyes, which often challenged her and stirred adrenaline in her, were now hidden.

  The news of the arrival of a girl who could be the true saint quickly spread throughout the organization. It was said that her magic was incredible—she could control light and fire, and her touch could heal even the most severe wounds.

  Luna listened to these stories while sitting in the cafeteria with Leo, Bella, and the rest of the group. Isagi, as usual, seemed uninterested, while Nora quietly pondered the potential consequences. Mijamura, on the other hand, immediately began to consider the political ramifications of this discovery.

  “If it's true that there’s someone who fully matches the prophecy, it means the organization will put even more pressure on Luna,” he said seriously, adjusting his glasses.

  Leo looked at Luna, who was absentmindedly stirring her spoon in her tea. "That could make things easier for you," he said. "Maybe they'll finally leave you alone."

  "Maybe," Luna smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She wasn't sure why, but something about all of this didn’t sit right with her.