My Milf System-Chapter 45. Beauty and Brutality

(Third-Person POV)

While Asher fought Draegonoth in the demon realm, the situation in the human world was spiraling out of control.

Liloth was furious. Determined to capture Asher for the Priestess’s kidnapping, she summoned her strongest knights and among them was Ivy.

It had only been a day since the Priestess disappeared, yet Asher’s wanted posters covered every inch of the kingdom. A hefty bounty had hunters across Eldoria scrambling to find him, but there was no trace of the accused.

Meanwhile, his mother, Onalena, had just settled into a new home—one she had rented with the money Asher had given her. She barely had time to take it all in before the door burst open.

Liloth stormed inside, followed by Mrs. Rambrandt and a squad of holy knights. They didn’t knock. They didn’t ask questions. They simply invaded, their armored boots thudding against the wooden floor as they tore apart the house in search of something—anything—that could tie Asher to the crime.

Onalena’s heart pounded.

Liloth’s cold, calculating gaze swept across the modest home before settling on her.

"So, you’ve got yourself a new place to live, huh?" The guildmaster’s voice dripped with disdain as she strode around, running a gloved hand over the furniture. "A little too fancy for someone like you. I mean... you lost your guildcards after all."

Onalena clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing. Sharon had mentioned earlier that Asher was being accused of working with the Revolutionaries—but that was all she knew.

Liloth’s gaze darkened. "Where is your devil of a son?"

Onalena’s stomach twisted. "Devil? My son is not a devil!" she snapped, her voice cracking.

She refused to believe this. Asher—her kind, hardworking son—would never commit such a crime.

Mrs. Rambrandt slammed her hand against the table, making Onalena flinch.

"Listen to me, Onalena. You can either cooperate, or you’ll be branded an enemy of the church. Now—where did Asher take the Priestess?"

Onalena opened her mouth, but before she could speak—

A sharp slap cracked through the air.

Liloth’s palm struck her face with such force that she fell from her chair, her head spinning as blood dripped from her nose.

"Stop acting clueless!" Liloth roared, her murderous eyes boring into her. "You’re living off your son’s crimes! The Revolutionaries must be paying him well if you can afford a house like this!"

Tears welled in Onalena’s eyes. "No! My son worked hard for that money! He hunts monsters!"

Liloth let out a cruel chuckle. "Hunting monsters? A mere D-rank earning this much? Don’t insult my intelligence." She narrowed her eyes. "And don’t forget who you’re talking to—I’m the guildmaster. There’s no record of Asher selling that many monster crystals."

Onalena’s lips trembled. "But he said—"

"Silence!"

Another slap.

Pain flared through Onalena, her head getting dizzy from the slaps.

Mrs. Rambrandt stood rigidly in the corner, her fists clenched. She knew the truth. She had sold the monster crystals on Asher’s behalf back then after their camp in the forest, which was why there were no records under his name.

But if she admitted it now... it would tarnish her own reputation. And raise a lot of questions why an A-rank like her was with a mere D-rank.

Suddenly, one of the holy knights emerged from another room, carrying a heavy pouch of gold coins. "This is what we found, ma’am."

He handed it to Liloth.

The guildmaster inspected the money for a moment, then her lips curled into a wicked grin. "So, they really are paying him well, huh?"

Onalena’s breath hitched. "No—!"

But she knew. No matter what she said, they wouldn’t believe her.

Her silence earned her another slap.

"Guards!" Liloth barked. "Take her to the guild prison! Only a little torture would fix this!"

Two knights seized Onalena, yanking her to her feet. She struggled, but their grip was ironclad.

As she was dragged from her home, her mind raced with one desperate thought—

Asher... please, come back.

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Meanwhile, in the demon realm, things weren’t looking good either. Asher’s buffs were wearing off. Rose staggered to her feet, trying to pursue Draegonoth, who had defeated her and left her groaning on the ground. Outside, her forces were being overwhelmed as well.

As for Rose’s daughter, Evelyn, she had fallen victim to her own curse—the one that sentenced its target to death after a mere twenty seconds.

She screamed, writhing on the floor. The smug arrogance that once adorned her face had vanished, replaced by sheer terror.

"I don’t want to die! I don’t—!" she shrieked.

But the Priestess was quick to react. Purification was one of her strongest skills, capable of lifting even demon curses. However, the thick demonic miasma polluting the air made it nearly impossible for her to wield her power at full strength. Under normal circumstances, she could dispel any affliction effortlessly.

But now—

She had to pour her very soul into the spell, straining every ounce of energy she had left.

Draegonoth noticed her efforts and lunged to interfere, but Asher was faster. He slammed into the demon lord with his shoulder, ignoring the searing heat radiating from his body, and drove him back. They crashed through walls, obliterating everything in their path until they finally landed on the frontline, where the battle raged on.

The moment they hit the ground, the warring soldiers paused, their weapons still in hand, captivated by the legendary clash between a demon lord and a human.

Draegonoth scoffed, brushing off debris as he straightened up. "Hah! Not bad, human. You’ve got some strength—I’ll give you that."

"And you’re pretty weak for a demon lord," Asher mocked, his fingers trailing toward the scalpel slots in his trousers.

Draegonoth’s lips curled into a smirk. "Weak? I haven’t even been taking this seriously yet. I mean, what kind of embodiment of beauty would lower himself to crude, barbaric combat against a mere human? I’m far too exquisite for that."

Asher exhaled sharply, keeping his fear in check. He couldn’t afford to show weakness. "Oh yeah? If grotesque counts as beautiful, then you win."

He forced himself to focus.

Steady his breathing.

Meditate.

He needed to summon the same power he unleashed in training—the power that had shattered a tree in seconds. But under this immense pressure, channeling his mana felt nearly impossible.

Draegonoth chuckled. "You’re amusing, human. I like you. Why not join me? Forget that old hag Rose. I can give you anything—wealth, power, young and fresh girls your age. Whatever you desire."

Asher tightened his grip on his scalpel. It was now or never.

"I gotta say, your offer is quite tempting. But you see, I’m different. I don’t go for young girls. And that ’old-hag’ you’re talking about—" He smirked. "She promised to let me touch her when all of this is over. You understand what that means. Right?"

Draegonoth blinked, looking baffled. "Huh?"

"It means I gotta kill you quickly—" Asher launched his scalpel at the demon lord, his eyes blazing with determination to finish him in one short.

"—so I can have my way with that hot demon MILF!"

Tbc