The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns Chapter 412

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Chapter 412

No one interfered as the man lost consciousness and collapsed.

As if ti itself had briefly frozen, those standing there stared blankly—only snapping back to reality once the man hit the ground.

Startled, they hurriedly drew their weapons.

“W-Who… who are you?!”

At first, they assud the man had simply collapsed on his own.

But when pieces of popcorn rolled and bumped against their feet, a strange emotion crept across their faces.

He passed out… from that?

How?

As they stood there, confused—

Leon spoke in an indifferent tone.

“What are you staring at? Your leader’s out cold. You just gonna watch?”

“Y-You bastard!!”

One of them charged first, thrusting a knife forward.

Too fast and precise to be dismissed as a re thug.

But just as the blade was about to pierce Leon’s neck—

The man holding the knife was violently yanked backward, as if an invisible force had grabbed him.

“Ghk… gurgle…!”

Foaming at the mouth, the man collapsed unconscious—

A single piece of popcorn embedded squarely in his forehead.

“Next.”

Only then did they realize the situation was far more serious than they’d thought.

“And just what are you?”

“Why co here and cause trouble?”

At that mont, Gadis—who had been watching with clear displeasure—stepped forward and spoke threateningly.

“Do you know who my father is? Or do you simply not value your life?”

Leon let out a short chuckle.

Then he handed the popcorn box he was holding to Ashuria beside him.

“Then how about you?”

Step.

As Leon took a single step forward, Gadis reflexively stepped back.

“Do you know who I am? Even imperial ducal houses don’t treat so lightly.”

It wasn’t that Mielephon bowed to Cascadia—but the fact that Catsey clearly respected Leon as a powerful figure ant his words weren’t wrong.

“D-Ducal house… Mielephon?! J-Just who are you…?!”

Gadis stamred, retreating.

The oppressive atmosphere weighed down on him.

As Leon advanced, Gadis stumbled backward until his back hit the wall.

“Ugh?!”

“Talk. Who’s backing you? What family?”

Gadis knew instinctively—

If he nad his family here, things would spiral out of control.

Leon’s expression was cold enough to crush him.

“That guy may be a ss, but he’s soone my sister cherishes. I can’t just let this slide.”

“Th-Then…”

“Let’s keep it clean.”

Leon extended his hand into the air.

The hamr lying on the ground trembled—then flew into his grasp as if alive.

Whooom! Whooom!

The hamr cleaved through the air, radiating a savage aura.

“Give one hand.”

“W-Wait! You’re really going to smash the hand?!”

Even Paris shouted in alarm.

As Leon approached slowly with the hamr, Gadis turned pale, trembling—

And promptly fainted.

The wet stain spreading across his pants said it all.

Leon stared at him impassively, then tossed the hamr aside.

And then—

Snap!

With a flick of his fingers, compressed air bullets gathered around him and struck everyone still conscious—knocking them all out instantly.

“Get up. How long are you planning to lie there?”

“Ah… th-thank you…”

“Save it. Have you eaten?”

“N-Not yet…”

“Then let’s go.”

Leon turned without another word.

Paris silently followed, grabbing the box containing the accessories before standing up.

Outside was a refined shop with tables arranged neatly.

Ashuria, who had arrived with Leon, briefly stepped away after running into an acquaintance.

She clearly didn’t want to go—but Leon shoved her along without rcy.

After ordering sothing light, Leon set a glass of water on the table and stared at Paris in silence.

It felt like—

‘If he doesn’t like what he hears, he’ll throw this water in my face.’

“That accessory… you’re giving it to lissa?”

“Yes. My mother told to give it to soone precious, when I found them.”

Paris swallowed hard.

lissa had always warned him—

That Leon might not look kindly on him.

Paris understood.

It was a defensive instinct—family protecting family.

Especially since, unintentionally, won tended to get involved with him often.

From a brother’s perspective, that was hard to trust.

The mont Paris glanced at Leon’s face, the pressure forced his gaze downward.

Leon’s expression cooled further.

He said nothing—just sat there, staring.

Paris felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Uh… brother—”

“We’re the sa age. Do I look that old?”

His breath caught.

‘This is bad. I need to score points. Now.’

The man before him was lissa Cascadia’s older brother.

Though lissa was the duke in na, Paris knew—

The one who truly revived Cascadia and drove its explosive growth was Leon.

“Th-Then… what should I call you?”

“Call Young Lord. I’ll treat you with the courtesy due a prince.”

Despite his title, Paris had never held real influence in Oldian.

Royal blood had never given him any real advantage.

‘Live quietly. I don’t want blood between siblings.’

The cold voice of his brother echoed in his mory.

“You said you had questions for …”

“You’re seeing lissa.”

“Y-Yes. Ah—yes.”

“Is it casual? Or serious?”

Paris lowered his gaze and answered stiffly.

“We’re still getting to know each other. But… my feelings for her are genuine.”

“Hm.”

The short sound made him flinch.

“For soone serious, you sure get tangled up with won a lot.”

“Th-That’s a misunderstanding!”

Paris shouted reflexively.

“I swear—it’s happened since I was young. Never intentional. And besides—”

“Rambling. Uncertain. Indecisive.”

“Ugh…”

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He realized it then.

Leon was doing this on purpose.

Everyone knew how fiercely Leon Cascadia cherished his sister.

‘I can’t hesitate. If I do, it’s over.’

Leon spoke calmly.

“Isn’t it just a whim? lissa is considered beautiful, after all.”

“And Cascadia’s value is high. If you married her, a glamorous life might await.”

Paris’s eyes widened.

“Absolutely not!!”

“Hm?”

“When I first saw her—it felt like seeing a pure white angel. She’s talented yet never stops striving. She helps the weak. She’s humble. She’s warm.”

He went on, pouring out everything he knew about lissa.

Without realizing it, Paris maintained eye contact the entire ti.

“You asked what my intentions were. I’ll answer clearly. I love her. And when she’s ready—when she’s certain—I’ll propose.”

“lissa is a duke. No matter what, you’d enter as a consort. You’d give up your royal standing.”

Paris answered without hesitation.

“I’ve never once considered such things when I’m with her.”

The pressure vanished.

As if the fear he’d felt under Leon’s gaze had never been real.

“Whatever others say, I love her. Maybe it’s immature. Maybe her feelings will fade soday. But if she looks kindly on —I’ll devote everything to protecting her.”

“Protect her? At your level? You know she’s a Sword Master.”

“My strength may be lacking. But I won’t stop. I’ll spend my life catching up to her—no. One day, I’ll surpass her, and beco the sword that protects her.”

Leon closed his eyes briefly.

“I never planned to let anyone weaker than stay by lissa’s side.”

That was absurd.

Leon Cascadia’s strength already defied common sense.

Sa age as Paris—but leagues beyond.

“Paris Oldian. Do you believe in fate?”

“…Fate?”

“You said won have been drawn to you since childhood.”

“Yes…”

“You bear a fate that destroys the lives of those who beco your partner.”

Paris’s heart sank.

“If you stay with lissa, she’ll lose everything.”

“That’s—ridiculous…”

“Does it sound like a joke?”

Silence.

“And yet—will you still et her? Even if your heart brings her ruin?”

Paris clenched his fists.

“If that’s truly my fate… If my presence clouds her future— I’ll investigate it myself. And if it’s true, I’ll step away. But I won’t give up. I’ll change that fate—then return to her.”

“What if soone else is already by her side?”

“If she finds happiness with another… I’ll step aside.”

“After changing fate?”

“If she’s happy—that’s enough.”

Leon took a sip of coffee.

“It’s a lie.”

“…What?”

“More accurately—it was true. I erased that fate.”

Leon spoke plainly.

“Won have been drawn to you less lately, haven’t they?”

“How did you—”

“One wrong answer, and I’d have stopped you from ever eting her. This is enough. You’re decent.”

“Th-Thank you!”

“Sorry, but you’re already hooked.”

Leon smirked.

“Co to Cascadia daily. Learn the culture. Train with the sword. I’ll grind you into the dirt for a year. Show results.”

“I will—even if it breaks my bones!”

Leon suddenly grabbed his shoulder with terrifying force.

“Make my sister cry—and I’ll make your eyes weep blood.”

“I understand!”

“Damn… how did you get bitten by that head-butting dinosaur…”

“Say that again?”

Crack!!

lissa appeared, yanking Leon’s ear.

“Who do you think you are ddling in my love life?! I’m glad I rushed over.”

Leon yelped.

Then a small girl in a helt popped out from under the table.

“Dad! I told her! I did good, right?”

“…Yeah. You did good, Grivy. Snacks confiscated.”

“Eh?!”

“Sorry, Paris. This idiot’s a bit crazy…”

“No—it helped. I’m grateful.”

Leon muttered dryly.

“Man. Thought I’d get so dopamine today.”

“What?”

“I wanted to throw water in his face and tell him to dump you.”

“Then I’d have ripped your hair out.”

‘So that’s why he kept rolling the glass around…’

Paris chose to erase the siblings’ banter from his mind entirely.

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