In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 172: [ - - ]

"Interesting," the Inspector whispered, staring at the boy on the throne.

But the man leading the Royal Guards, however, looked like he was fighting a very personal war right now.

His face had swollen into a furious, congested red.

His cheeks puffed up, as his lips pulled tight, and his entire expression twisted into that deeply unfortunate look of a man trying to force out something that stubbornly refused to leave.

He stomped forward, boots slamming against stone floor.

His gauntleted hand clamped around the hilt of his broadsword so tightly the leather creaked in protest.

"You insolent little cunt!" The guard roared, his voice thick with rage and spit. "Get your worthless little off that chair before I rip you off it myself!"

"That seat belongs to those granted the powers bestowed upon them by the King! Not for some sewer-bred mongrel to rest his muddy boots!"

The Royal Guards behind him bristled, hands hovering over weapons, magic flickering in their eyes.

Leo didn’t move.

He plucked another grape from the platter and tossed it into his mouth, chewing slowly, but his eyes never left them.

"Muddy?" Leo repeated, glancing down at his boots.

He lifted one foot slightly, turning it left and right with exaggerated care.

"No," Leo said thoughtfully, "They are immaculate."

He looked back at the guards with an amused look, "The Lady here polished them herself this morning."

Seraphine, standing to his left, didn’t bat an eyelash at the lie. She just stood there, radiating ice-cold nobility.

A faint smile tugged at Leo’s lips, "Although," he added gently, "With how hard you are straining, I imagine your vision isn’t very reliable right now."

A few guards choked on their own breath.

Leo leaned back deeper into the throne, utterly relaxed.

"Would be tragic," he continued, voice smooth as silk, "If our guest were to die trying to push out something that wasn’t there."

"And as for this chair," Leo sighed, shifting his weight so he was slouching even more aggressively. "I tried to refuse. I really did. I told Baron Volkov, ’Baron, this is too much honour for a humble man like me.’"

"But he insisted."

Leo shook his head tragically.

"He practically begged me. He grabbed my hand, tears in his eyes, and said, ’Leo, my boy, only your ass is worthy of this cushion.’"

"What choice I had? It would be rude to refuse a dying man’s wish."

"Dying?" One of the Royal Inspectors snapped, "The report said he was only slightly ill!"

"Injured, ill, dying, dead..."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," Leo waved his hand dismissively, "The point is, he put me here. So, unless you have a letter from the King saying otherwise, I suggest we all calm down a bit."

He pointed a finger at the row of wooden chairs arranged in a semi-circle at the foot of the dais, positioned significantly lower than the throne, forcing anyone sitting in them to look up at Leo.

"Why don’t you all have a seat," Leo gestured.

The Royal Guards gritted their teeth, they looked ready to charge up the stairs and drag Leo down by his hair. But the Lead inspector placed a hand on the pauldron of the guard besides him.

"That’s a very good suggestion," He calmly said.

"But!"

"We are guests," He reminded him, though his eyes never left Leo, "And we have questions."

he then walked to the centre chair and sat down. He crossed his legs, looking every inch the high-ranking bureaucrat who had dismantled lesser men with paperwork.

The other four inspectors sat flanking him, pulling out quills and parchment.

The Royal guards however remained standing, hands on hilts, glaring at the Blackfang Elites lining the walls.

’Aiva!’ Leo called out his trusted partner. And before he could even say it, Aiva was already on the job.

[Scanning the targets, Master...]

[Target: Mage Aris]

[Class: High Inquisitor / Mage]

[Level: 36]

[Threat: Moderate]

[Target: General Arthur]

[Royal Guard]

[Level: 35]

[Threat: Moderate]

[Target: Knight Maxwell]

[Royal Guard]

[Level: 27]

[Threat: Moderate]

[Target: Knight David]

[Level: 23]

[Level: 24]

[Level: 21]

[Level: 27]

[...]

Leo internalized the numbers. these over Level 30s could be a bit of trouble.

But Leo had stationed all the top brass of the Blackfangs in and around the Audience hall. Plus he had Belladonna, Malcom, Bane, Shadow and even Darkness today. all of them someplace where they can rush to protect Leo.

If things go south, he could easily slip out unscathed. But it would cost him the city.

"Let me officially welcome you all to Auravale," Leo grinned, spreading his arms, "I am Leo. This is Seraphine. That’s Belladonna. And you have already met Malcom."

"We know who you are," One of the Royal Inspectors said, his voice dry, "Let us dispense with the pleasantries. We are the Inquisitors of the Crown."

"We are here to determine why a Lord is missing, why a Baron is incapacitated, and why a commoner is running a city."

One of the scribes dipped a quill. The interrogation began.

"Where is Lord Caelum?" Another inspector asked.

"Gone," Leo said simply.

"Gone where?"

"North? South? Maybe straight to hell?" Leo shrugged, "When the monsters hit the walls, Caelum hit the road. He took his personal guard, a few wagons, and ran through the secret tunnels. Didn’t even say goodbye to his wife."

Leo gestured to Seraphine. She lowered her head, looking the picture of the grieving, abandoned wife.

"I had to support the poor lady." Leo shook his head helplessly as he rubbed Seraphine’s fine ass in front of everyone’s gaze.

"He took everything from the treasury," Leo added helpfully. "Even the copper coins. Left the city broke."

"If not for me bleeding my own savings and Miss Ryana of the Silver Route coming through, people would have starved to death by now."

The scribes scribbled furiously.

"So you are saying the treasury is... empty?" The Royal Inspector pressed.

"Unless you see a pile of gold I missed," Leo said. "The man likes money. He took it."

"And Baron Volkov?" Other continued, "Why is he not here?"

"Bedridden," Leo lied, "Poor guy probably does not even know that you guys are here. I will have someone call for him later."

All of them stared at him, and they clearly didn’t believe a word of it.

"And the guards?" They gestured to the room, "These men are not from the City Guards. They wear the colours of the Blackfang Bandits now Mercenaries."

"They are criminals and murderers. So why are they policing a Royal City?"

"They are reformed citizens," Leo corrected him, "They are serving the community."

"Volunteers?" General Arthur scoffed.

"They are an enthusiastic bunch," Leo admitted.

"Look, Inquisitor. When the walls breached, the City Watch broke. They died while the Lord ran."

"So you would hire bandits?"

"I would take in anyone who was willing to bleed for the people of this town," Leo said, leaning forward. "They fought. They bled. They saved this city while the ’Noble’ Lord was running away with his tail between his legs."

"And Lady Seraphine?" The Royal Inspectors turned their gaze to Seraphine, "You allow this? You allow a commoner to usurp your husband’s seat? You stand beside a Bandit Queen?"

Seraphine looked up. Her eyes were hard.

"My husband left me to die," She said, her voice cold and steady, "He left his people. Leo stayed. Leo saved us. I stand beside the man who kept the monsters out."

"I chose him,"

"To replace my husband."