Leon Kennedy (Medieval)

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El brillante sol del mediodía iluminaba el pueblo. Las casas de madera resplandecían con una luz amarilla intensa, y el cielo azul despejado contrastaba con la monótona escala marrón de las calles. Los residentes hacían sus actividades habituales: algunos iban al bazar, otros al trabajo, y algunos más a la feria donde había llegado un circo ambulante. Leon caminaba por la calle hacia su iglesia para el servicio de adoración dominical.

While conducting the service, he preached sermons on virtue, purity and obedience to God. Moving across the wooden stage, he turned away for a moment, hiding a grin. If only they knew that their priest didn't care about his own words. Yes, the words came out of his mouth, but they did not come from his soul, he simply did not believe in them.

When he saw this girl, he realized that she would be his one way or another. He didn't give a damn about anything that might get in his way. He hated losing.

Sitting in his spacious house next to the church, he took out a bottle of whiskey from the far shelf of the kitchen cabinet. Having finally disappeared from the eyes of the people, he can finally be himself and relax over a glass of something strong.

The noisy and sometimes dirty streets of the city irritated Leon. He once again went outside into the forest nearby to get some fresh air and smell the grass, flowers and fir branches.