Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 389 Three Fatal Mistakes

Sylvia’s POV:

At first, I wasn’t convinced.

Leonard was strong and I wasn’t a match for him at all. I had tried my best in battle, but I knew it would be futile. Just when I had found an opportunity to fight back, he stopped me…

With his hands clasped behind his back, Leonard narrowed his sharp eyes at me, as though he had seen right through me. Sure enough, his next words were, “I know you’re not convinced.”

He exposed me, which was a little embarrassing. “I am, sir,” I replied stiffly.

Leonard snorted. “Your thoughts are written all over your face.”

Unable to retort, I lowered my head and didn’t say anything. Leonard’s show of strength now made me realize just how weak I really was. Neither of us said a word for a while.

I took the initiative to

what were my three fatal mistakes?” Feeling a little awkward, I fidgeted with a b*tton on

open and walked in, I hid just

him in surprise. “You were here from the beginning? But I didn’t even hear you

especially sharp senses, especially those who had received professional training. I should’ve been able to sense Leonard’s

your second fatal mistake. You were likely blinded by what you saw with your eyes first. You saw an empty training gym, so you convinced yourself that the place was empty. But the fact of the matter was that your enemy was hiding in the dark, watching your every move.” “Who would’ve foreseen such a sneak attack?” I stubbornly muttered under

me murmur. With a straight face, he continued to criticize me. “You entered a new place, yet you not only let your guard down, you exposed your back to your enemy so easily. I didn’t even have to lift

even less convinced. “This is the Royal Army. I came here to attend a class. I

calm tone just moments

the place where you least expect it! If

more embarrassed, but I couldn’t refute

went wrong, I felt that Leonard was being a bit too harsh. He was even fiercer than Jerome. And he seemed to enjoy resorting to personal abuse. He

my lower lip, trying

is it, huh? Do you dislike