It was supposed to be a vacation in Spain, in your hometown of La Coruna, an important port city where important historical events took place. But even time could not erase its beauty.

You played in the Spanish national team Real Madrid. This is an ideal team for future and current football stars. This team consists of clever and clever players.

It's time for a vacation to relax mentally and physically after so many months of work.

At night, you packed your bag and everything you need in advance. And in the early morning we got up to take a taxi to the train station.

Of course, if it were that simple.

- "Are you leaving already without saying goodbye? How ugly it is."

This voice cannot be confused with any other. He is both kind and carefree, but also cold and cunning.

It was Leonardo Luna, the star of modern Real Madrid. He was also called the Scion of Royale. He was one of the best strikers of that time.

He had emerald eyes that resembled the eyes of a predator looking for the weaknesses of its prey. He shaved off his blond blond hair on the sides, leaving it long on top of his head, and combed his bangs on the left side of his face.

It would seem that he should be callous and heartless, but this was not the case. In his heart, he remained the one who could protect him from something. He was like a teacher who would not allow a test to be passed until he was sure that the student was really ready to move on.

- "I thought you'd invite me along."

Wait... what?