In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 154: [ - - ] - A New Beginning

Chapter - 154

PHFFRRR!

It was the sound of a man losing the last shred of his dignity along with the rotten contents of his bowels.

The hedonistic banquet hall, which a few minutes ago smelled of roasted pork, expensive wine, and the sweet smell of young girls, suddenly assaulted the nose of everyone present by an atrocious stench.

Leo could not help but jump back, away from Volkov, covering his nose with the sleeve of his black coat.

He looked at Baron Volkov with unadulterated disgust.

"Ughhh!" Leo groaned, waving his hand in front of his face, "Damn it! Volkov!"

"For the love of your wife!" Leo helplessly looked at Volkov, "I had a whole cool villain monologue prepared about power and consequences. But now? Uuggh!"

"Someone open the fucking window."

Meanwhile, Volkov sat in the wreckage of his own making.

His expensive silk robes were stained wet and dark at the crotch. A yellow puddle was spreading beneath him, mixing with the spilled wine and the blood of his dead captain.

"This can’t happen to me!"

"My wife! She will kill me."

"Caelum was easy to take care of."

Volkov had lost his mind and he was blubbering with snot running down his nose. His hands were trembling as he tried to push himself backward but only succeeded in smearing the filth further.

Seraphine stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly on the stone floor. In a stark contrast to the chaotic scene, her face was perfectly calm, though her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell.

She reached into the bodice of her black mourning gown and pulled out a pristine, embroidered white handkerchief, and handed it to Leo.

"Master," she said softly.

Leo took it, pressing the sweet-scented fabric to his nose. He took a deep breath, blocking out the stench of the Baron’s fear.

"Thank you, my dear," Leo muttered. He looked down at the fat man again.

"Look at you," Leo said, his voice muffled by the lace but dripping with scorn, "The ’Mighty Baron’. Sitting in your own shit. Wearing enough gold to feed a village, but smelling like a sewer."

Volkov sobbed pathetically ash he begged seeing his impending death upon him, "P... Please... I didn’t mean to... It just..."

"Save it," Leo snapped. He walked around the table, careful not to let his boots touch the mess.

"Why do you fear your wife so much?" Leo said, tilting his head, "She’s probably at home right now, in the arms of her lover? Maybe plotting how to poison your wine?"

"You seem like a man who has so much. Why would you let her walk over you?" Leo said as he walked around Seraphine, his fingers tracing her beautiful round ass over that mourning dress.

God! Leo wanted to do her right there, right now.

Volkov flinched as he heard Leo, but words got caught in his throat.

"And your brother-in-law?" Leo continued, his eyes glowing faintly purple.

"The puppet Lord you wanted to install? Let me guess. He can’t even tie his own shoelaces without drooling on himself, can he? You surrounded yourself with idiots so you could feel smart. And look where it got you."

"Why, Volkov?"

Leo’s voice dropped, his acting was top notch. Even the men in the room with Volkov felt Leo was hurt.

"You had money. You had whores feeding you grapes. You had a castle. You had a good life. Why did you have to try and make an enemy out of me?"

"Why did you choose the path of destruction?"

Volkov opened his mouth, his jaw trembling, but no words came out. He just stared up at Leo, broken, humiliated, and smelling of excrement.

Leo shook his head. He turned his back on the Baron.

He walked back to the chair at the very end of the massive banquet table, stepping over the corpse of the captain Belladonna had killed. He sat down on the edge of the table, resting his hands on his knees.

He looked out at the room.

At the corrupt ministers hiding under the tables. At the captains standing with their head down. At the nobles who had betrayed his generosity to lick Volkov’s boots.

They were Terrified..

Leo sighed. He lowered the handkerchief, letting his face soften.

"I am a generous man," Leo said, his voice echoing in the silent hall, "I really am. Ask anyone. Ask Seraphine. Ask Ryana."

Ryana, standing by the door, crossed her arms but didn’t say anything.

"I wanted Auravale to prosper," Leo continued, spreading his hands, "I wanted the trade to flow. I wanted the gold to stack high. I wanted everyone in this room to be rich beyond their wildest dreams."

The nobles peeked out from under the table cloth. Hope flickered in their eyes.

"I don’t believe in needless killing," Leo said, sounding genuinely sad, "I was ready to take all of you on a glorious ride. We were going to make this the most powerful city in the Kingdom. I had plans. Big plans."

He looked at Treasurer Harlon, who was trembling near the fireplace. He looked at Captain Jorah, who was gripping his sword hilt with white knuckles.

Leo’s expression hardened. The saintly mask vanished, replaced by the predator.

"But you disappointed me."

The temperature in the room dropped.

"You chose the past," Leo said, his voice flat, "You chose this pig over me." He said eyeing Volkov.

He stood up from the table.

"I can give a man a chance once," Leo said. "But never twice."

He raised his hand.

SNAP!

The sound of his fingers snapping was crisp and sharp, like a bone breaking.

"I guess you all will never see your pockets filling."

And with that, shadows moved.

From the open windows, silhouettes dropped silently into the room. From the dark corners of the ceiling rafters, figures descended on ropes. From the broken doorway behind Ryana, more shadows poured in.

It was the Blackfang Bandits Leo brought with himself.

They moved with unnatural silence, and before a breath could pass, they stepped behind every noble and minister.

Treasurer Harlon felt a cold hand on the back of his neck.

The room froze. The hope that had flickered in the nobles’ eyes was extinguished instantly, replaced by a primal horror.

"Wait!" one of the ministers screamed, "I have gold! I can pay... "

"Clean up the trash," Leo said, looking away.

And SLAM!

Hands grabbed the nobles by the backs of their necks and smashed their faces into the banquet table.

Schwing!

Blades flashed in the candlelight.

There was no fight. There was no duel. This wasn’t a fight, it was pest control.

Dozen of blades fell at once.

Thud!

And heads rolled. Literally!

One of the heads, belonged to a fat merchant who had been laughing at Leo’s death just minutes ago. His head rolled off the neck, bounced on the table, and rolled down the length of the wood.

It spun past the roasted pig. It knocked over a wine goblet. It kept rolling until it reached the edge of the table.

And it fell.

PLOP.

It landed squarely in Baron Volkov’s lap, face up. The dead eyes stared up at the Baron, the mouth frozen in a silent scream.

"AAAAHHH!"

Volkov shrieked. It was a sound so high-pitched it cracked. He scrambled backward, trying to push the severed head off his legs, his hands slick with blood and shit.

"No! No! No!" Volkov screamed, hyperventilating, "You can’t! I am a Baron! You can’t kill me please! Think of the King! The Law!"

The Blackfang Elites stood over the corpses, wiping their blades on the expensive tablecloths.

Leo remained on the edge of the table. He hadn’t moved an inch.

"Don’t worry, Baron," Leo said, his hand on the doorknob, "It’s just an offering to the Gods!"

He looked back one last time, his purple eyes glowing in the gloom, "A little blood to water the roots of the new beginning."

He stepped out into the hallway.

Belladonna grinned. She stepped forward, her massive serrated blade dragging on the stone floor with a sparking screech. She loomed over the fat man in the puddle.

"Please..." Volkov whispered, looking up at the Bandit Queen.

Belladonna raised her blade.

Leo stood up from the table as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Don’t worry baron! It will be over quick," Leo grinned, looking at Volkov, "You won’t feel a thing. This woman is a pro."

DING!

But before the blade could fall on Volkov’s neck, his fate had other plans.

[System Reboot Sequence Initiated...]

Leo raised his hjnd, stopping Belladonna in her tracks.

A slow smirk spreading across his face as he saw the familiar translucent blue screen appear in front of him.

[10...]

[9...]

[8...]

The numbers counted down in his vision, glowing in bold, golden text. The interface he had missed. The power he had been waiting for.

[3...]

[2...]

[1...]

"You are finally here!"

[0!]

[System Online.]

[Did you miss me, Master?!]