Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 106: Returning

Variety of dishes filled the dinner table.

Florence leaned closer to Brandon, her elbow brushing his as she reached for a platter of sliced lamb drizzled with rosemary jus.

"You’ve got to try this," She speared a tender piece of meat with her fork, holding it up to him with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Open up, my dear son," she teased as a soft smile bloomed on her lips.

Brandon leaned forward and took the bite, his lips brushing the fork, and he closed his eyes for a moment as the flavors melted on his tongue "Hmm.. that’s good."

She smiled, clearly delighted, and nudged his shoulder with hers. "Good, right? I told the chef to pull out all the stops tonight."

Not to be outdone, Brandon reached for a small ceramic bowl of creamy mashed potatoes flecked with chives.

He scooped a generous portion onto his spoon before turning up to her "Your turn. Fair’s fair."

Florence opened her lips before taking the spoon within her lips and chewing the food.

Looking at the happiness in her eyes, Brandon sighed, knowing well that she couldn’t taste it.

She noticed it and patted his head softly "Don’t worry about it... I am enjoying eating with you."

As she spoke, she licked a stray bit of cream from her lip, and Brandon looked at her in amazement.

She caught his stare and laughed, swatting his arm lightly. "Don’t look at me like that—you’ll make me blush."

He reached for a napkin and unfolded it before dabbing at the corner of her mouth. "You’ve got a little something... right there."

She smiled tenderly and popped a grape into her own mouth before nudging his knee under the table. "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Brandon nodded, his expression softening as he set the napkin down, folding it absently in his hands. "Hmm..."

A deep sigh escaped Florence’s lips and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she turned to face him fully "I will miss you,"

Brandon’s heart tightened at her words, and he felt a warmth spread through him, mingling with a pang of his own reluctance to leave.

He shifted in his chair, turning to face her, his knee pressing lightly against hers and his lips curved into a reassuring smile, "I will come and visit you whenever I have time,"

"And we can share contact info, so we can be in touch."

She reached for his hand, her fingers curling around his with a gentle squeeze, her thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles "That’s good. You better keep that promise."

He squeezed her fingers back and nodded his head "Cross my heart."

With a smile, she plucked another grape and pressed it to his lips.

He opened his mouth and accepted the grape, chewing it gently.

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Entering Eira’s room, he saw that she was still sleeping quietly.

He smiled faintly before walking toward the bed.

Gently, he lifted the edge of the blanket and eased onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

He settled beside her, lying on his side so he could face her, his head resting on one arm.

After a moment, he reached out, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

Eira, as if sensing him even in sleep, shifted closer, and she let out a soft sigh, her lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile.

Brandon’s heart swelled, and he couldn’t resist the pull any longer.

He slid closer, gently pulling her into his arms and Eira nestled against him instinctively, her head tucking under his chin, her body fitting perfectly against his chest.

He wrapped one arm around her, his hand resting lightly on her back, and pulled the blanket up to cover them both.

Looking at her, he slowly closed his eyes to sleep.

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Next day...

The evening light filtered weakly through forest, casting dappled shadows that danced across the mossy trail.

A damp mist clung to the earth, thickening between the gnarled roots and tangled underbrush.

Brandon walked beside Naevora, his boots crunching softly against the leaf-strewn path.

They had been walking in silence for a while.

Looking at the pulsing purple hue gate shimmering in the space, Naevora spoke "Since E rank is quite easy for you. Today we are spending most of the time in D rank."

Brandon nodded his head "Hmm..."

Together, they stepped into the tear.

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sleesh!

The dagger plunged cleanly into the Abberant’s distorted chest, as it cut through corrupted flesh and bone.

"Grghh..." A low gurgle escaped the creature’s throat and its malformed limbs twitched once... then it crumpled, dead before it hit the floor.

Brandon exhaled and the moment he withdrew the blade from the dying beast, he didn’t pause.

He turned on his foot as his other hand flipped his second dagger into a reverse grip.

The polished hilts gleamed beneath the dungeon’s unnatural light.

Another E-rank Abberant lunged at him from the side.. a four legged creature with razor-sharp bone ridges along its spine.

Brandon dashed forward into its charge.

He vanished for a moment, his feet barely touching the earth... then reappeared behind the creature, twisting mid-air as he carved a clean arc across its flank.

Ether flared with a deep blue shimmer as the dagger tore through tendons and bone, and the beast staggered, legs buckling beneath it.

Before it could react, Brandon flipped over it with an agile spin, his knees bending slightly to absorb the landing.

In a single, fluid movement, he stood and slammed both daggers into the back of the creature’s neck with a heavy shhckk.

"Raargh!" The monster let out a death cry before collapsing into a glowing mist.

But there was no time to breathe.

Three more E-ranks rushed him from the sides.

Brandon’s eyes narrowed as he gripped the dagger tightly.

The first leapt at him, raising its claws.

He ducked low, spinning into a sweep that knocked the creature off balance.

His right dagger slashed upward in a tight arc—shlik!—slicing through its gut.

The creature flew backward as it collided with a twisted pillar.

The second lunged in, slashing horizontally.

Brandon parried with the flat side of one blade as the force skidded off his weapon, while his left dagger stabbed forward.

The blade buried itself under the Abberant’s chin, piercing up into the brain.

The final one tried to leap from above, going for a blindside attack. But Brandon anticipated it.

He stepped forward into the leap, his body curling into a half-spin, and threw one of his daggers mid-motion.

The ether-coated blade whistled through the air and slammed directly between the beast’s eyes, nailing it to the tree behind.

*scheelch*

It twitched twice, then went limp.

Brandon extended his hand, and the thrown dagger glowed before it plucked itself from the tree and returned back to his hand.

’Hm.. good weapon enchantment.’

Looking at the new daggers in his hand, Brandon smiled in amusement.

Naevora, watching from a short distance, smiled slightly.

Back on the field, Brandon had finished the last aberrant of the pack.

He stood in a loose crouch as his shoulders rose and fell with his breath.

Bodies of the E-rank Aberrants littered the area, their corrupted ether bleeding back into the dungeon’s atmosphere.

He turned to Naevora, wiping a thin smear of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand.

"I think that’s enough warmup."

Naevora walked to him and nodded her head "Hm.. Let’s go to the D-rank floor."

Hearing this, Brandon smiled and a red glint passed through his eyes "Yeah."