In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 159: [ - - ]

Leo shifted in bed, thinking about the Totem of Terror right in the town square, on the pedestal where once the statue of Caelum’s father used to stand.

This good thing in his hand was not only farming him System Points.

As the town people walked past it, they could not help but bow their heads. There was this hum of dread they felt crawling in their bones, and then something would whisper into his ears...

’Submit.’

And while they felt that fear. They believed that the Hero who saved them was the only one who could help them overcome that dread.

And while Belladonna and the Totem held the town by the throat, Seraphine held it by the heart.

The Great Hall of the Lord’s castle which had always been closed for the common people was now buzzing.

Seraphine had put a large desk directly below the throne in the hall where she was spending her days and nights.

The message was clear: I am not the Lord, but I speak for him.

And in that Great Hall, seraphine was

Granting audiences to village elders.

Approving resources for rebuilding walls.

Meeting with farmers. Adjusting tax rates to ensure the harvest came in.

To the common people, Lady Seraphine was the face of legitimacy. They saw her calm, noble demeanor and thought, "Everything is back to normal."

They had no idea that beneath the heavy velvet of her dress, she wore the marks of Leo’s possession. They didn’t know that the cold, imperious Lady was completely, utterly devoted to the Hero who saved them.

And then there was Ryana.

The Merchant Queen was currently busy ruthlessly dismantling her competition.

With Volkov broken and Caelum gone, there was no one to stop her. She seized the warehouses of the two rival guilds, citing "Emergency Wartime Requisition."

She controlled the grain.

She controlled the potions.

She controlled the weapons.

Every copper coin that flowed through the Auravale was being squeezed, counted, and funneled directly by the Silver Route into Leo’s coffers.

She was working herself to the bone to generate the 7,000 Gold coins Leo had asked of her.

"That woman," Leo chuckled to himself, "She probably loves it."

Though Ryana was practically dancing on his tunes, she was still out of his grasp.

In all this mess of overthrowing Caelum, and taking over the town, he has somehow neglected Ryana.

Even the quest regarding her has vanished. Should he act? Should he wait?

What a dilemma.

But while Leo was in a dilemma, the High Priest wasn’t.

High Priest Remus, that slippery old snake, had taken Leo’s words to his heart.

Like Leo has asked him, Remus was currently giving sermons in the Temple of Light, praising "Leo the Lightbringer," reading from a hymn he had written himself.

O Light, you crowned Leo with might.

Temple of Light guided his chosen way.

By Your will, monsters fled the light.

Temple of Light guarded him on the way.

Now let Leo stand within Your sight.

As all miracles return to Your way.

It was pure, unadulterated brainwashing. And the grateful people of town were more than happy to eat it up.

As for Volkov?

The Baron was under house arrest in his own mansion. But it wasn’t a comfortable retirement home.

His guards were replaced by the Blackfang bandits who openly mocked him, drank his wine, and ate his food while he watched.

He was a prisoner in his own luxury, terrified that at any moment, the door would open and Belladonna would finish what she started.

"Peace," Leo sighed, stretching his arms over his head, "It’s such a wonderful thing."

CREAK!

Just when he was getting used to it, the wooden door to the master bedroom groaned open.

Leo didn’t flinch, only his eyes turned towards the door.

"You can leave, Shadow," Before the person even walked in, a voice echoed in the room.

Shadow frowned when she heard the voice. Her face instantly turned towards Leo, who nodded at her in return.

Getting her orders, she quickly scurried out of the room.

Just as she walked out, the door closed behind her with a soft click.

Leo finally turned his head.

The voice was that of Belladonna. So he was expecting to see his General in her leather armor, covered in dust and sweat from the training grounds.

But when he saw her, the wine glass stopped just an inch away from his lips.

"You..." Leo’s jaws dropped as he looked at belladonna.

She was standing in front of his bed. But her sweaty general covered in dirt was nowhere to be seen..

She wasn’t wearing her usual black leathers. She wasn’t wearing her fur cloak. And she wasn’t even carrying her beloved massive blade.

She stood there quietly, draped in a dress that seemed born to draw breath away.

Her gown was woven from deep crimson silk, flowing down her figure like liquid fire. It clung gently to her body, outlining a slender waist before descending over her dangerous curves.

Her gown dipped low, revealing her pale, soft snowy skin and a deep, tempting cleavage that rose softly with every breath she took. Her full and abundant breasts, pressed against the soft silk of her gown, yearning to escape its restraint.

A daring slit ran along the side of the gown, revealing a glimpse of her long, smooth legs with every subtle shift of her posture.

This was not the first time he was seeing those long, beautiful legs.

But no matter how many times he saw those legs as fair as polished jade, he felt a flutter in his heart. He could not tear his gaze away from those legs. He wanted to run his fingers along her skin and kiss them.

Her raven-black hair, usually wild and untamed, had been carefully combed and gathered, pinned up with a delicate golden clasp.

A few loose strands escaped intentionally, brushing against her cheeks and neck, adding an air of languid charm.

Her lips, naturally full and softly tinted, glistened faintly, slightly parted as if carrying words she dared not speak.

She did not radiate that aggression or dominance at this moment. Instead, she was elegance incarnate, a jade beauty blooming beneath silk and moonlight.

She was... breathtaking.

But what hit Leo the hardest wasn’t the dress on her body. It was her expression.

The woman who could behead a captain without blinking looked uncomfortable. She fidgeted with the lace on her sleeves, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink. She looked less like a Warlord and more like a shy debutante on her first night out.

"Bella?" Leo breathed, sitting up straight. "You look..."

He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Belladonna bit her lip, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Is it... too much?" she mumbled, "Seraphine helped me pick it. She said you liked red."

Leo set the wine glass down on the bedside table with a clatter.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave.

She walked to the bed, her movements stiff, unused to the restricting fabric. When she reached the edge, she hesitated.

Leo didn’t wait. He reached out, grabbing her wrist. He pulled.

"Eep!"

Belladonna gasped as she lost her balance, tumbling forward. She landed softly on the mattress, the crimson silk pooling around her like a sea of blood.

Leo was on her in an instant. He hovered over her, caging her in with his arms. He looked down at her face, taking in the blush that spread all the way down her neck.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She didn’t smell like leather and horse sweat today. She smelled of lavender, rose water, and her own intoxicating musk.

"You smell amazing," Leo groaned against her skin.

Belladonna shivered, her hands coming up to rest tentatively on his bare chest.

"What’s the occasion?" Leo asked, pulling back slightly to look into her dark eyes, "Did we conquer another city while I was asleep? Is this a victory celebration?"

Belladonna looked up at him. The shyness began to fade, replaced by the heavy, dark desire that was always simmering beneath her surface.

"You promised," she whispered, her voice thick.

"Promised what?" Leo got into thinking, "Did I promise you anything, my Bandit Queen? Why don’t I remember?"

"First of all," Belladonna reached out and pinched Leo’s cheeks hard enough to make him flinch.

"Blackfang Bandits no longer exist. And along with them, the Bandit Queen has ceased to exist."

"And second... You..."

"You said... once the city was secure. Once the enemies were gone," She reminded him, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.

"You said you would take me. Just you and me. No one else."

She leaned down, brushing her lips against his.

"It is time for the promised date!"

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