In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 160: [ - - ]

The mid-afternoon sun hung high over Auravale, bathing the cobblestone streets in a warm, golden glow.

To the town people, it was a beautiful day.

To the newly formed Blackfang Mercenaries patrolling the streets, it was a high-alert security scenario.

But to the Bandit Queen, it was finally the time for her long awaited date.

She walked through the bustling market street with measured steps, her arm resting lightly around Leo’s, as though afraid a careless movement might shatter the fragile calm of the moment.

Before she met him, she was recognized as the Bandit Queen, the dread sovereign of the Endless Forest, a figure whose mere mention once froze hearts across Auravale and even the capital beyond.

But in the arms of her man, she was walking with a stiff, unnatural gait. It wasn’t because she was injured. It was because she was terrified of tripping to look foolish in front of the one person whose gaze mattered.

The crimson silk gown she wore flowed like a living thing. It hugged her figure with intimate familiarity, tracing a slim waist before falling into soft, elegant lines that swayed with her movement.

The neckline dipped modestly yet suggestively, revealing a glimpse of pale skin and the gentle rise of her beautiful big breasts. Her dress seemed almost reluctant to part from her form, clinging onto her.

Her dark hair was arranged with care, swept up and secured by a delicate ornament. A few strands escaped, brushing against her cheeks and neck, lending her an air of effortless beauty.

Her lips were squeezed tight, showing the nervousness she would never have allowed herself to show on a battlefield.

As the two of them walked through the street, people stared. They did not want to, but they could not help it.

Men paused mid-step, eyes widening before they hastily looked away. Women whispered behind fans and sleeves, torn between envy and disbelief.

They have seen Belladonna clad in hardened leathers, issuing commands with cold authority. Seeing her now, bathed in silk and sunlight, was like witnessing a fierce spirit choosing to wear mortal beauty. It unsettled them more than her blade ever had.

"Relax," Leo murmured softly, his voice low and warm as his hand slid reassuringly to her side, "You are walking like you are preparing for an ambush."

She stiffened for half a breath, then leaned subtly into him.

"It is just a habit," she replied, her tone controlled, though the faint flush along her cheeks betrayed her, "I don’t intend to embarrass myself."

"Don’t worry," A quiet chuckle escaped him, "No one here would dare laugh."

They stopped near a modest open-air eatery by the square. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine drifted through the air, inviting and familiar.

Wooden tables were lined on the street, shaded by small umbrella like tents for the shade.

Leo walked forward and quickly pulled out a chair for her, like the perfect gentleman.

Belladonna smiled and then sat with deliberate care, gathering her dress with practiced elegance. The chair creaked faintly, and she froze for a heartbeat before exhaling slowly, composed once more.

"Easy," Leo said with gentle amusement as he took the seat opposite her, "You are not that heavy." Leo teased her and leaned in to kiss her hair.

He then went ahead and sat in front of her.

Just as the two got seated, a young waiter approached slowly, his hands were trembling as he clutched the menus.

He bowed deeply, nearly dropping them in his haste.

"W... Welcome, Lord Leo. Lady Belladonna," he stammered, voice barely steady, "Please... Please let me know your order."

"Bring us your speciality," Belladonna said at once, her voice calm but firm, "And your best wine."

Leo smiled, "Bring us plenty of both."

The boy nodded rapidly and fled as though chased by grave stalkers.

While they waited for their order, Leo’s gaze lingered on Belladonna, noting every small, unguarded movement. She was fidgeting on her chair, nervously.

She sat upright, with her shoulders stiffened, yet dignified. Her hands were neatly placed atop her lap as though she had practiced this moment countless times.

From the outside, she appeared the very image of a refined noble lady enjoying a quiet afternoon.

Yet her eyes betrayed her. They drifted restlessly, gliding across the street, tracing the edges of rooftops, lingering briefly on passing figures before moving on.

"Bella," Leo called softly.

Her lashes fluttered, and she turned to him at once, "Yes, Master?" The sharpness in her voice vanished the moment she met his eyes.

"Relax," he said with a gentle smile. He reached across the table and took her hand, enclosing it in his own, "No one can touch me in Auravale. Not with you here." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

At his touch, her fingers stiffened for an instant before slowly easing, as though warmth were seeping into her bones. The tension in her brows softened, and she let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"And stop frowning," Leo added, his tone low and sincere, "It doesn’t suit that beautiful face."

A crimson blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading like spilled ink over pale parchment.

The blush deepened, perfectly complementing the crimson dress that framed her neck and collarbones. She lowered her gaze, lips pressed together, suddenly unsure of where to rest her eyes.

The food arrived soon after. And the shop had clearly spared no effort.

Large plates and porcelain bowls were set upon the table, each dish arranged with careful symmetry.

Skewers of meat had been glazed repeatedly, their surfaces gleaming beneath a delicate dusting of spice.

A jug of wine followed, its dark red surface catching the sun like polished garnet, accompanied by small porcelain cups reserved for honoured guests.

As soon as the food arrived, Leo grabbed a skewer and held it for Belladonna, "Ladies first."

Belladonna smiled shyly as she reached out, and her fingers clasped around the skewer.

She took a small bite, and the meat parted easily beneath her teeth.

A trace of sauce touched her lips as she chewed, eyes narrowing slightly.

For a brief moment, she said nothing, as if dicing every spice used in the meat.

Leo watched her, chin resting on his hand, a faint smile playing at his lips. There was something disarmingly genuine in the way she ate, unguarded and sincere, as though the world had narrowed to taste alone.

"Well?" he asked lightly.

She swallowed and tilted her head, "It’s decent," she said at last, tone calm and unhurried, "But I have had better."

But while her words were casual, they were like a blade hanging over the waiter’s neck.

The waiter standing beside the table stiffened, his spine going rigid.

Colour drained from his face as he bowed slightly, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turned white. He glanced nervously between Belladonna and Leo, as though trying to decide whether to apologize, explain, or flee.

Belladonna noticed him then. Her gaze flicked briefly in his direction before returning to her food.

She took another bite, unbothered, and added, almost absently.

"But it will do."

The waiter exhaled, hearing her words and without a second thought, he ran away from there.

Leo could not help but chuckle. Who knew within two months, a shut-in gamer from Earth would end up having such an effect.

Before Leo could reply, a couple of shadows fell across their table.

Three figures had stopped beside them, clad in patrol armbands, standing rigidly straight. In unison, they struck their chests in salute.

"Queen!" The lead man announced loudly, "Southern gate has been secured."

"Even the repairs are going in full swing. We should be done in two more days."

Belladonna froze.

She lowered the skewer slowly, the lively warmth around her dimming in an instant. Nearby conversations faltered as recognition spread. Several townsfolk rose hurriedly, bowing deep, murmuring blessings and praise.

"Hey look! It is the Hero!" Someone exclaimed.

"Isn’t the beauty beside him the commander of the Blackfang bandits?"

"Long live the hero! Long live the commander!" Someone in the crowd started. And in no time, everyone nearby joined in.

"Long live the hero! Long live the commander!"

"Long live the hero! Long live the commander!"

They thought the Hero and the beautiful commander would be impressed.

But contrary to their expectations, Belladona’s eyes twitched.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a faint streak of sauce trailed along her lips. She then looked up, her expression calm but utterly devoid of warmth.

"Did I summon you?" she asked softly.

The man hesitated, "N... No, Queen, we only thought..."

Belladonna raised her eyebrow.

"I am on a date," she hissed, her voice dropping to a growl.

"Do you know what a date is, maggot?" Belladonna gritted her teeth, anger rising in her voice.

"It is a sacred ritual where I spend time with the Master. And nowhere in that you maggots are part of it."

"I... I am s..." The bandit choked out. But before he could apologise, Belladonna grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down.

"Spread the word," Belladonna whispered, her eyes burning with a dark fire.

"If anyone... Soldier, merchant, or a stray dog... Anyone bothers us again before sunset, I will personally carve out their tongue and feed it to the crows. Am I clear?"

"Crystal! Crystal clear!"

She dropped him. He scrambled back, saluted hastily, and bolted down the street, dragging his squad with him.

The townsfolk who had been bowing immediately sat back down and buried their faces, terrified to look in her direction.

Belladonna huffed, smoothing down her silk dress. She sat back down and picked up her skewer as if nothing had happened.

"Idiots," she muttered.

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