In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 192: [ - - ]

Chapter - 192

​Three days had passed since silent corridors of the Temple had echoed with the muffled, sacrilegious moans of Ryana’s echoed through the corridors of the Confession Chamber.

Morning sunlight poured into the master bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but the mood inside was heavy.

Seraphine still lay right in the middle of the massive four-poster bed.

She was awake, but it looked just barely. Her skin was still very pale to the point of looking like paper, and her bright amber eyes looked dull and exhausted.

The overwhelming, volatile magic she had used to fry the Devil Mask assassins had completely drained her.

​Leo sat comfortably on the edge of the mattress, wearing a loose tunic. He held a small crystal vial of thick, glowing blue liquid in his hand.

"Don’t be stubborn now. Open!" Leo said, his tone casual but leaving no room for argument.

​Seraphine pressed her lips together even tighter, giving him a weak, stubborn glare, "Leo, no. This is the fifth one since yesterday."

"Do... Do you have any idea how much... a high-tier vitality elixir costs?" Seraphine said, struggling to keep a steady breath, "You are wasting thousands of gold coins down my throat."

Leo’s eyes narrowed in mock fury as he leaned in close, tapping the glass vial lightly against her lips, "I will ask you for my financial report when you get better."

"Right now I am just asking my girl to open her mouth, drink the tasty little thing I got her. Or swear to the gods, I will hold her nose and pour it down her throat."

"You wouldn’t," she whispered, though a tiny, fond smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Try me," Leo challenged, keeping a perfectly straight face, "I will do it one way or the other."

"I will pour it in your ears if I have to, or I will dump it on your head and hope you absorb it through osmosis."

"You! Huh..." With a soft sigh of defeat, Seraphine parted her lips.

"Wasn’t so hard, was it?" Leo tilted the vial, letting the thick blue liquid slide down her throat.

He watched her carefully as she swallowed. Over the last three days, he had fed her enough pure mana and alchemical energy to power a small army. Beast cores, elixirs, potions, he bought the best from Ryana and gave her all of it.

As he waited for a few minutes, just like every other time, her complexion didn’t change this time either. The liquid vanished into her system like water poured into a bottomless pit.

Leo dropped the act, his face softening. He set the empty vial aside and gently brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.

"Darling!" His thumb lightly traced her cold cheek.

"You’re a ridiculously expensive woman to keep alive, you know that?" he murmured, his voice incredibly warm.

"I know," Seraphine replied, leaning into his touch just a fraction, "I am sorry."

"Well, a simple sorry won’t cut. You need to make it up to me when you get better," Leo said softly, dropping a long, tender kiss on her forehead, "So I can make you scream my name some other way."

"I will," Seraphine nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted back into an exhausted sleep.

DING!

​The blue translucent screen of the System flickered to life in Leo’s vision.

​[Warning: Host. Standard alchemy is proving insufficient.] 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

​Aiva’s voice echoed in his mind, sharp and analytical, devoid of her usual teasing.

​[The Lady of the Keep over-drafted her internal limits. The golden lightning she summoned was not standard magic, it was highly volatile energy.]

[Her mana pathways are severely damaged and currently acting as a void, leaking energy faster than you can pour it in. If she does not receive a massive, purified infusion of raw life force and mana soon, her core will permanently shatter.]

​’So, throwing gold at the problem isn’t going to fix it?’ Leo thought, his jaw clenching, ’What does she need?’

​[She requires a catalyst. Something—or someone—capable of processing raw, violent ambient energy and transferring it to her in a purified, condensed state. I suggest you start looking for high-tier monster cores, Host. And prepare for a very... intimate method of delivery.]

​Leo dismissed the screen, gently wiping a drop of blue potion from Seraphine’s chin with his thumb, "I will handle it."

​"You are lucky that you have man willing to spend every penny of the Gold Coin that you are worth of, Seraphine," Leo murmured, a faint smirk touching his lips to hide his concern. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, as her skin was far too cold.

​In the darkest corner of the spacious bedroom, a figure stood in absolute, perfect stillness.

​Shadow.

​She was no longer wearing the crimson and black colours of the Silver Route.

Right now she wore tight, pure black leather armour that blended seamlessly into the gloom. Her dark veil remained, but her eyes which tracked Leo’s every single movement burned with a fanatic, broken devotion.

She looked at him not as someone her mistress asked her to keep an eye on, but as a god.

She was his ultimate attack hound now, tethered by a leash woven from pleasure and absolute subjugation.

​"Keep an eye on her," Leo ordered the assassin, "Whenever she needs you. You should be here."

​Shadow bowed deeply, a fluid, graceful motion. "With my life, Master."

​Leo left the bedroom, the heavy oak doors closing behind him. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the phantom ache of his own healing wound, and began to walk down the grand corridors of the mansion.

​He was frustrated, and it wasn’t just because of Seraphine’s health.

​It was Ryana.

​For three straight days, the Merchant Queen had been actively, blatantly dodging him. After catching him defiling her elite bodyguard in the Temple of Light, Ryana had retreated into an impenetrable shell of administration.

​She communicated with him only through thick, heavily audited ledgers delivered by terrified junior clerks. If Leo entered a room, Ryana would find an immediate, incredibly urgent excuse to leave it.

​As he walked past a set of open balcony doors overlooking the inner courtyard, Leo stopped.

​Down below, Ryana was walking briskly, speaking to a group of merchants. She looked stunning in her sharp red robes, her veil hiding her lower face, but her posture was tense.

​And walking exactly one step behind her was her other shadow.

​It was Darkness. Ryana’s second elite bodyguard. The woman wore a dark cloak and kept her hand resting casually on the hilt of a wicked-looking curved scimitar.

Ryana had clearly replaced Shadow the moment she realised her first guard had been hopelessly compromised.

​DING!

​[Quest Reminder: The Merchant Queen’s Bed]

[Objective: Conquer Ryana emotionally and physically.]

[Time Remaining: 10 Days.]

​Leo leaned against the stone balustrade and smirked.

​She was running away from him, but not out of hatred, but because she was terrified.

Ryana was a woman built on control, and Leo had systematically stripped away her muscle, her security, and her composure.

He had seen the way her eyes looked in the Temple. They were wide open in shock, but undeniably flush with dark, twisted arousal.

​Let her stew in it a little longer, he decided. The chase only made the inevitable catch sweeter.

​Leo pushed off the balcony and headed for the lower levels. It was time for business.

​The Mansion’s War Room was a massive, circular chamber dominated by a heavy oak table carved with a topographical map of the surrounding lands.

​When Leo walked in, the room was already occupied.

​Lord Aris stood at the head of the table, looking incredibly out of place among the criminals but perfectly at ease.

Belladonna was lounging in a chair, her heavy boots propped up on the edge of the map, casually tossing a throwing knife into the air and catching it by the blade.

High Priest Remus sat at the far end, sweating profusely into his holy robes and looking as though he wanted to be anywhere else.

​"My Lord," Aris said, offering a smooth, respectful nod as Leo took the head seat.

​"You don’t have to be so formal with me, Lord Aris," Leo said with a smirk, "You said you had news from the border."

​Aris pulled a rolled piece of parchment from his robes. He spread it flat on the table, pointing a long, manicured finger to the eastern edge of the map, far beyond the Endless Forest.

​"The Crown’s spies have sent dark tidings," Aris began, his voice grim. "There is massive movement in the Kingdom of Zarth."

​Leo frowned.

"Zarth? The barbarian tribes?"

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