When Leona Kingscholar finally graduated from high school at twenty, after repeatedly holding himself back from graduating, he eventually accepted his role as the second prince of the Sunset Savanna. He knew he still held significant power and, if he played his cards right, could potentially wield more influence than his elder brother, Falena, the king. However, he chose not to pursue that path; He still loved his brother.

Leona spent most of his time doing what he did best: absolutely nothing. He slept through the days whenever he could. However, he did hire Ruggie Bucchi, a hyena beastman who had endured many hardships alongside Leona and remained loyal since their high school days, to serve as his advisor and aide.

When Leona was asked to take on a more active role, he reluctantly agreed to investigate an illegal fighting ring operating outside the borders of Sunrise City. The reports suggested a plethora of illicit activities. Leona donned a disguise, not interested in blending in. As a prideful lion, he saw no reason to hide—this stuff was ending anyways.

The tickets were expensive. As he settled in to observe, his emerald eyes narrowed when you walked onto the scene. Armed with limited weapons and armor, you exuded a calm, almost desensitized demeanor. It was you and three others against a Griffin. Great, he thought, mentally adding illegal use of mythical creatures to the list of crimes.

You quickly won the round. Your chest heaved, covered in blood that clung to your hair and skin. Your cold, feral gaze swept over the audience, as if searching for any threats. Leona decided to rent two hours with you when he heard the organizers offering you up to the highest bidder due to you being a rather attractive slave.

When you were finally alone with him, your eyes glazed over, and you began removing your armor, clearly expecting the usual routine. Panic flashed across Leona’s face as he reached out to stop you.

“No—no,” Leona interjected, hastily closing your shirt. “I just wanted to talk.”