Knock-
Knock-
Knock-
The impatient sound of the door made Matthew open his eyes. "It's open," he said.
Lennon opened the door carefully and, after checking that only Matthew was inside and that no one was behind him, closed it.
He then approached Matthew, who was sitting in a chair, rocking calmly as if what he had experienced a moment ago meant nothing.
Lennon was surprised that he could remain so composed and calm. 'As expected of a true talent without equal...'
If he had to compare him to the young masters in the city, it would be difficult to find a parallel. Even Miss Juliet tended to lose her composure when she went through a difficult situation.
Now he admired this young man even more.
"Young sir, I'm glad you're okay and calm."
"It's just a small thing; I'm glad you are. It would have been unfortunate if you had died without achieving your goals."
"Haha..." Lennon smiled sheepishly, not understanding how he could be so calm. He still felt his legs shaking.
