In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 183: [ - - ]

"I remember nothing after that kiss," she suddenly whispered, her voice carrying a fragile tremor.

"My consciousness just... faded away. In that exact moment, before everything went completely dark, I was terrified I would never wake up to remember you again."

"I would never let you forget me," Leo gave a cheeky little smile, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You couldn’t possibly forget this handsome face. And you definitely couldn’t forget the way I fill your pussy up."

A furious blush instantly stained Seraphine’s pale cheeks, her solemn mood completely shattered by his crude words.

"Hmph! Shameless!"

But even so, she leaned forward, lifting her chin up. Her lips parted slightly, an obvious, silent invitation for him to feel her soft lips again.

"And you call me shameless!" Leo smirked as he leaned in as well.

His face hovered inches from her lips for a second, as she could feel his warm breath on her lips.

But then, he smirked. He ignored her pouting lips and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Seraphine’s eyes snapped open as she felt his warm touch against her skin.

"Get better first," Leo whispered, as his hand slid under the heavy blankets, finding her large, soft breast.

He gave it a firm, unapologetic squeeze, making her gasp, "With your strength right now, if we start doing ’that stuff’, I will break you in half."

"I need you walking, not crippled in my bed."

He pulled his hand back and stood up.

Seraphine stared at him, as her lips pouted, and her cheeks puffed up. Her brow furrowed in genuine irritation.

She looked incredibly cute, and completely out of character.

"Hahaha!" Leo laughed out loud. The sound echoed in the large bedroom, "Don’t give me that face."

"Sleep," Leo ordered, turning towards the door, "I have a city to run, and a very expensive patient to take care off."

And pretty soon Leo left his manor, as he headed down the hill towards the commercial district. It was time to meet Ryana, be the man of the house and earn money.

As he walked down the streets, his mind drifted back to the night of the attack, two days ago.

After the show from Seraphine that led to dozens of Devil Masks guy dead and the rest running away with their tails between their legs.

The banquet hall was now reeking from the stench of burnt flesh and spilled bowels that stuck in Leo’s nose. But Leo did not care, he was kneeling in the middle of the shattered room, covered in blood, holding an unconscious Seraphine in his arms.

Aris was standing beside him, his pristine grey robes were ruined with blood.

Aris looked at the dead assassins, then at Leo, and his gaze steeled when he looked at him and made made a decision.

"Auravale has suddenly turned into a hot potato that many parties are suddenly want a piece of," Aris had said, his voice echoing in the dead silence of the hall, "And a fleeing Lord like Caelum or an old coward like Volkov... The Kingdom can never be entrust them with the task."

Leo’s grip tightening protectively around the unconscious Seraphine, "And you think I give a damn about the Kingdom?"

"No, I doubt that," Aris replied smoothly, pointing his wooden staff at the pile of roasted assassins, "But you clearly give a damn about what is yours. And more importantly, you possess the fangs to protect it."

Leo narrowed his eyes, the draconic bloodline still simmering beneath his skin, "I can take care of the likes of Caelum and Volkov. But what about the others?"

"Let them choke," Aris countered, his gaze hard and unwavering, "Titles are just ink on parchment."

"If the Kingdom can make them the all respected noble with a few words in ink, the Kingdom can wipe them from the face of Kingdom’s map the same way."

"Today, you held the line, fought, and bled to protect the Kingdom."

"I hear by appoint you as the new Lord of Auravale."

"I will forge the official royal decree myself."

Leo studied the older man for a long, "What’s the catch?"

"No catch! You just need to pay the King’s tithe," Aris retorted flatly, "And you can rule this piece of land without a bit of worry from the Kingdom, and all the possible support."

It was that simple.

Across the hall, General Arthur had been on his knees, surprisingly weeping openly as he clutched the lifeless body of a young Royal Guard.

Six of the King’s elite men had died defending the room.

Even dozens of Blackfang Elites lay dead around them.

"I will let you sleep on it tonight," After placing his deal on the table, he turned to Arthur, "General. Gather our dead. We need to give them a proper farewell."

Leo stood as well, lifting Seraphine along with him, in his arms. He turned to Malcom, who was bleeding from a nasty cut on his forehead.

"Blackfangs!" Leo had barked, his voice raw and commanding, "Help them. Pick up the King’s men, along with your own. None leave on the floor. We bleed the same blood today."

The Blackfang bandits didn’t gloat today. They weren’t happy. If not for the Lady they have always felt was just a trophy wife of their master.

Without a word they helped the Royal Guards and their own to their feet and also helped carry the dead.

As Leo reached the entrance of the Silver Route Headquarters, he snapped out of the flashback.

Two guards standing on the two sides of the entrance slammed their fists to their chests in a crisp salute, and opened the doors for Leo.

Leo didn’t even care to slow down. He walked straight to the stairs, ignoring the staring clerks, and walked through the door to Ryana’s private office.

Ryana sat behind her massive, polished desk, and looked up, startled by the sudden entry.

She was wearing her signature crimson merchant robes, and had her face covered from the veil.

Ryana sighed, putting down her quill, "Do you ever knock?"

"It’s my city," Leo said, walking in and throwing himself onto a plush leather chair opposite her desk, spreading his legs wide and resting his arms on the sides, "I don’t think so."

"Why are you here/" Ryana could not help but rub her temples.

"Seraphine woke up," Leo said.

Ryana’s eyes softened with relief, "Thank the Gods. I thought... after showing that power... She might never..."

"Well, she is still not doing that good," Leo corrected, "It is going to be very expensive though."

"Speaking of which. How broke are we?"

Hearing his question, Ryana’s eyes immediately sharpened, and the Merchant Queen took over.

She pulled a heavy ledger toward her, flipping the thick parchment pages aggressively.

"We are completely destitute on paper," Ryana said, her voice muffled slightly by the silk veil, "The Lord’s treasury won’t be able to keep up."

She glared at Leo, "And your little stunt? ’No taxes for a year’? It might make the peasants love you, but it will bleed us dry."

"We have zero income from the populace."

"I know," Leo waved a hand dismissively, "But an angry dead mob will not be useful to me."

"What about the trade?" Leo changed the subject from the taxes.

"I havve consolidated the Golden Scales and the Iron Caravan," Ryana reported, tapping the desk. "The Silver Route holds a total monopoly."

"The demand has gone up, and we are making a lot of profit."

"But the expenses are astronomical."

She started listing them off, her voice tight with stress, "We are buying grain from the farmers at a higher rate from before."

"The repairs along with added reinforcements is costing us fortunes."

"And this new canal project you ordered for the western and southern villages? It is bleeding us dry."

"We are already in the read."

Ryana kept talking. She talked about supply lines, import tariffs on iron, and the cost of magical herbs and artefacts.

But Leo stopped listening after a while. He stayed in his chair, his eyes fixed entirely on her.

He wasn’t looking at the ledgers.

He was looking at the way her breasts squeezed between her arms as she leaned forward.

He was looking at the tight crimson silk stretching over her hips.

He was looking at the sheer veil covering her mouth, wondering what it would feel like to rip it off with his teeth.

After a while when Ryana noticed the silence in the room, she stopped talking.

She looked up from the ledger, and saw Leo staring at her chest without even hiding it.

It was the look of a wolf staring at a trapped rabbit.

"Leo?" Ryana asked, her voice sounding hesitant, "Did you hear anything I just said?"

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