In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 146: [ - - ] - I don’t need magic to bleed a pig

Chapter 146: [Chapter - 146] - I don’t need magic to bleed a pig

After the sun had already set, Leo finally got his consciousness back.

"Uggh!!" He groaned, instinctively reaching up to shield his eyes, but his arm felt... wrong.

He didn’t have the strength to raise his hand. It felt heavy and sluggish. The unnatural strength that head acquired over the past month was gone, replaced by a dull, aching lethargy.

He opened his eyes, blinking to adjust his eyes to the light.

He was in his own bed, or to me more precise the Lord’s bed that he had usurped along with his wife.

Speaking of his wife, Seraphine was sitting in a chair by the bed, asleep, her head resting on her hand.

And Belladonna was pacing by the door, her hands behind her back a she was lost in her thoughts.

Leo tried to sit up.

His abdominal muscles protested, screaming in a way they hadn’t since the day he pulled his first all-nighter while playing Eldora Online on that wooden chair. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he had to brace himself against the headboard to keep from falling back down.

"Master! You are awake," Belladonna said, her head snapping toward him instantly.

"Leo!" Seraphine woke up with a jerk, hearing Bella, standing up from her chair, "Don’t move too fast. You have been out for a few hours."

"Water," Leo rasped. His throat felt like he’d swallowed a handful of sand.

Seraphine poured a goblet from a pitcher on the nightstand and held it to his lips. He drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing the fire in his chest.

When he finished, he leaned back, closing his eyes. He reached out with his mind, trying to summon the familiar blue interface.

’Aiva! Status.’

Nothing happened.

’Aiva! Open the Inventory.’

But there was again pin drop silence.

’Aiva! The joke has gone too far’

But the silence continued and so did the disappointment in Leo’s heart.

He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. They looked the same from before, but they felt foreign.

He squeezed his fist.

The grip was firm, but it lacked the crushing, monstrous power from before.

He was strong for a human. Maybe even athletic. But he wasn’t a monster anymore.

"The System..." Leo whispered, "It’s truly gone."

"System? You muttered about something about it before passing as well," Belladonna frowned, walking over to the bed. She looked worried, which was a rare expression on the Bandit Queen. "You were murmuring about rebooting... Some twenty-four hours."

"Huh?" Leo looked at her absentminded, "How long was I out for?" Leo asked.

"About two hours," Seraphine replied.

"Two hours..." Leo mused, "Then I still have about Twenty one hours left. Fuck."

"Is there some problem, master?" Belladonna asked bluntly.

Leo looked at her, and then towards Seraphine.

"I won’t be able to fight for a while," Leo chose to tell them the truth. He was banking on the fact that both Seraphine and Belladonna were just not hypnotised by the system.

"I will have to trouble you to take care of me," Leo said, but his hand slowly moved towards the dagger the blade he bought from Ryana, tied to his waist.

"Good," Belladonna said, her expression hardening.

"Good?" Leo looked confused by her response.

"Because we have visitors." Bella told Leo.

"Who?"

"Baron Volkov," Seraphine answered, her face tightening with distaste, "He arrived an hour ago."

"I think he somehow got the news that you collapsed," Bella told Leo, "He brought fifty of his personal guard. He claims he is here to ’pay respects’ to the ailing Lord."

"But you don’t have to worry a thing," Seraphine put her hand on his, and assured him, "We will take care of it."

Leo’s tense muscles eased up hearing her. It was not all system after all.

"He smells blood," Leo said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

As he stood up, his knees wobbled slightly, but he forced his body to obey, "He heard I collapsed in the dungeon. He thinks I am dying or weak."

"He is here to see if he can take the throne back for his brother-in-law."

"I have the Blackfangs on alert," Belladonna said, as if Volkov was a small fry, "He brought his elites. If he is foolish enough to fight, it will be a bloodbath."

"No fighting," Leo said, walking over to the wardrobe. He grabbed a heavy black tunic and pulled it on.

"We can’t be getting into a fight every occasion we get. That’s not how nobles work. Words over Swords... That’s how we roll."

"I need to shave," Leo said, rubbing his jaw, "And I need my sword. We are going to greet our guest."

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In the Audience hall,

Fifty of Baron Volkov’s men stood in formation near the door. They were well-equipped, wearing polished steel plate and carrying halberds. They looked like professional soldiers, not the ragtag militia of Auravale’s City Patrol.

But even then, the strongest of them all was just a Level 17 soldier, standing just behind Volkov.

Facing them were just ten Blackfang Bandits. They looked rougher, wilder, but they held the line.

In the center of it all stood Baron Volkov. He was dressed in mourning black, but the gold chains around his neck and the smug set of his jaw told a different story. He was pacing, tapping a cane against the cobblestones.

When the heavy doors of the hall finally opened, Volkov stopped.

Leo stepped out.

He walked slowly, deliberately. He forced his shoulders back, his chin up. He wore a long black coat with a high collar, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. Seraphine walked a step behind him on his right, Belladonna on his left.

Leo channeled every ounce of arrogance he had learned from playing Shadow Viper.

He didn’t look at the soldiers. He didn’t look at the weapons. He looked straight at Volkov, staring through him as if the Baron were a smudge on a window.

"Baron," Leo’s voice rang out, "I didn’t realize you were so found of me. Visiting me twice in a day?"

Volkov’s eyes narrowed. He scanned Leo, looking for signs of weakness. He saw the pale skin, the slight sheen of sweat on Leo’s brow.

"Mr Leo," Volkov bowed slightly, but it was shallow, "Word reached me that you had... fallen ill. A sudden collapse in the dungeon? I feared the worst. The city needs stability, Mr Leo. We cannot have you falling ill on us in the middle of such crisis."

"Falling ill?" Leo stopped five paces from the Baron. He laughed. It was a dry, harsh sound. "I was inspecting the how clean are my dungeons."

"The rotting smell there gave me a bit of headache, that’s all."

"A headache," Volkov repeated, smiling thinly. "Is that why your General has the garrison on high alert?"

Volkov took a step closer. He lowered his voice, so only Leo and the women could hear.

"You look pale, Mr Leo. You look like you can barely stand."

"Careful, Baron," Belladonna growled, her hand tightening on her blade.

"Quiet, bandit," Volkov snapped, his eyes never leaving Leo, "The adults are talking."

He looked back at Leo, "My brother-in-law, is arriving tomorrow."

"He has a battalion of my men with him."

"If you step down now... if you admit that this burden is too heavy for a commoner... perhaps we can arrange a safe exit for you. And your... whores."

"Whores?" Leo’s eyes narrowed.

He looked at Seraphine, who was trembling with rage. He looked at Belladonna, who looked ready to kill and die for him.

"Safe exit," Leo repeated softly.

He closed the distance. He moved into Volkov’s personal space, ignoring the fifty guards who tensed up behind the Baron.

"You think my power comes from magic, Volkov?" Leo whispered, "You think I need a spell to crush a worm?"

He grabbed the hilt of his sword.

It was heavy. But he didn’t let the strain show on his face. He ripped the blade free in one smooth, practiced motion.

Shinnng.

The dark steel sang in the morning air.

Before Volkov could blink, before his guards could shout, Leo had the tip of the blade pressed against the soft, flabby skin of the Baron’s throat.

Volkov froze. His eyes went wide, crossing slightly as he looked down at the razor-sharp steel. A single drop of blood welled up where the point broke the skin.

"My guards will kill you!" Volkov squeaked, his voice cracking.

"Can they?" Leo said, leaning in, his face inches from the Baron’s. His golden, Draconic eyes flared, "And even if they did. You’ll be dead first."

"I will open your throat from ear to ear before they take a single step."

He pressed harder. The drop of blood turned into a trickle, running down Volkov’s neck and staining his white collar.

"I don’t need magic to bleed a pig, Volkov," Leo snarled, "I just need a sharp knife and a steady hand. Do you want to test how steady my hand is today?"

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