"I'm sorry, Zelda. I can't do that."
The words struck her like a sword to the chest. Zelda stared at Leon, astonished and confused.
"W-Why are you rejecting me? Am I not attractive to you?" She asked, biting her lower lip.
Though she wasn't an arrogant woman, Zelda had always been confident in her appearance.
It was no exaggeration to call her the most beautiful among the Elves—many Elven men had long been enamored with her.
Yet now, Leon—someone she believed would accept her—had rejected her without hesitation.
The shock left her wondering if something was wrong with the beauty she had always taken pride in.
Seeing her heartbroken and disheartened expression, Leon didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for her.
He understood that his rejection had probably bruised her pride.
After all, she was a beautiful woman—and this was likely the first time she'd been turned down so bluntly by a man.
