Leon took the wallet back from Will.

Looking up at him, Leon noticed that the previously smug thief no longer had his bravado. His lips were pale, sweat trickled down his face, and even though his pants were loose, anyone could see that his legs were trembling slightly.

It made sense, after all—a skilled thief eager to join the Lionheart Society would never expect to one day pickpocket the leader himself.

Leon sized him up, noting how young he looked, and asked, “How old are you?”

“E-eighteen…” Will stammered.

“Tell the truth,” Nacho interrupted sternly from the side.

Will quickly …