18 Milf
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—Southern Border—
-Truvale Checkpost-
The Royal Carriage came to a halt before the Truvale Checkpost. The Royal Knights swiftly dismounted, their boots crunching on the snow as they began surveying the area.
The silence was unnatural. Not a soul in sight. It was as if no one ever lived here.
*Swishhh-*
Cold winds howled through the outpost, carrying with it a bite that made visibility even worse.
As heavy snow was falling continuously, it was getting harder for the knights to move on the snow.
The knights lit their lanterns and began checking the tents one by one, searching for anyone who could explain what had happened here.
Inside one of the larger tents, two knights moved cautiously, the flame of their lamp flickering with every gust of wind.
"Umm... why are we here again?" one of them asked, his voice uncertain as he glanced at his partner.
"We were summoned by royal orders. No explanation given, the other replied, his voice low. "But I heard whispers from the Weaver Household. This checkpost-Truvale-it's one of the largest outposts in the kingdom. Over twenty thousand soldiers, generals, and knights were stationed here."
He paused, glancing around the eerily quiet tent.
"What? What happened?" His partner asked with a serious expression.
"Three hours ago, all contact was lost. Ravens stopped coming. Letters never arrived. Supply wagons vanished didn't return. It's as if the entire outpost just... disappeared.
No reply was given, even to the Royal Palace. " The knight spoke with a serious expression.
"T-Twenty thousand men?" the first knight stammered. "Even if it was a surprise attack, it's impossible to wipe out that many people in such a short time. And still no signs of blood or battle-"
"Exactly." The second knight pointed at the ground. "If this were an attack, there'd be signs-fighting, blood, bodies, something has to be there. But there's nothing like that here. It's like the ground opened up and swallowed them whole."
The first knight shivered. "Let's check another tent. Someone has to be here and man, you should stop telling stories to your children.
You will give them nightmares."
"I don't have any."
"Good... I hope you don't."
Both of them went to the other tent and started checking them.
****
Inside the Royal Carriage, a striking man sat by the window. He had sharp features, long white hair, and piercing blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. His expression was hard, unreadable as he continued to look out.
*Knock-Knock*
Suddenly, A knock was heard on the carriage's door.
"Your Highness, it's me-Frecio."
"Come in," Prince Charles replied with a serious expression.
*Click*
The door opened, and a man in his forties covered in golden armour, stepped inside. He sat across from
Charles, his expression grim as he looked at him.
"What is it, Frecio? Why do you look so pale?" Charles asked, placing a hand gently on his knee. "Is it really that bad?"
"We've searched over a hundred tents already... There's no one here. It's as if they all vanished in the last three hours. There is something wrong with this place, your highness.
You should really get out of here, Your highness." Frecio replied with a serious expression.
Charles blinked. "Do you hear what you're saying? We're talking about twenty thousand trained men even knights, Frecio. That doesn't just happen. Only a god could do something like that-and I doubt the gods are involved here."
Before he could continue, a shout echoed from outside.
"I found someone! Over here!"
Frecio was already moving. "I'm going."
"I'm coming with you," Charles said, stepping out behind him.
"But, Your highness-Your Majesty said-"
"If my father wanted me to sit around like my spoiled siblings, he wouldn't have allowed me to come here in the first place in this weather, Frecio." Charles pulled a wand from his pocket. "Let's go and stop treating me like a child."
A knight nearby bowed as they approached. "Sir Frecio. Your Highness."
"What have you found?" Charles asked with a serious expression.
"A child, Your Highness. He's alive -but terrified. Won't speak to anyone. We've wrapped him in a blanket, but he just keeps shaking.
Should we take-"
"Take me to him." Charles spoke as he cut him in the middle of his sentence.
"Yes, Your Highness. This way." The knight replied as he immediately started walking towards the kid.
"What is a child doing here?" Frecio asked with a confused expression as he started following Charles.
****
A short walk brought them to a ring of knights gathered around a small figure.
The child clutched a blanket tightly, his eyes wild-darting around like prey sensing a predator nearby.
"He hasn't said a word," one knight muttered. "Just keeps trembling."
"Step aside, Your Highness is coming." Frecio commanded.
The knights parted immediately, revealing the frightened child at the center.
Charles knelt before him as he looked at the kid with a smile.
"Hey... kid. Are you alright?" he asked gently.
The boy didn't respond. His eyes kept flicking to the corners of the tent.
"Oi, kid! You're in the presence of-"
Charles raised a hand, silencing Frecio immediately.
Frecio understood and didn't speak anything after that.
"Where is your mother?" he asked softly.
"S-She... she died. F-For me..." the boy whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked at Charles.
Charles's expression darkened.
"Who killed her?" he asked with a serious expression "Tell me. We'll avenge her for you."
"T-They did..." the boy's voice cracked as his body started trembling really hard. "T-They killed.... everyone."
"Monsters?" Frecio asked with a confused expression.
"Were they monsters?" Charles asked in a calm tone.
"T-They killed mother... m-mother killed them... They killed mother-" His body started trembling even harder as he started repeating the same thing again and again.
Charles placed a steady hand on the child's trembling shoulder. "Did they take the bodies?"
"N-N-No..." The child looked away first, then looked down at the ground.
Charles followed his gaze-and spotted a corner of black cloth poking out from beneath the snow.
"Frecio..." Charles said quietly. "You asked why we couldn't find anyone, right?"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"It's because you have been walking over them all along."
Charles stood up and raised his wand towards the ground.
"May the gods bless this wand with their magic... Wind Wipe." charles spoke as he activated the skill.
A burst of magic erupted from his wand, sweeping across the entire checkpost. Snow and tents were blown away in an instant.
And then they saw.
Bodies. Everywhere. Twisted. Broken. Mutilated.
Heads smashed. Limbs torn. Organs dragged from open stomachs. The ground was soaked in frozen blood.
A silence fell over everyone as horror gripped their hearts.
"Dear God..." Frecio whispered with a serious expression as he immediately step down from a frozen woman's dead body.
"Take the child to my carriage. Two knights will stand guard outside the carriage. Frecio... You come with me.
Rest of you, arrange these bodies in order so that they can be returned to their families." Charles ordered as he started walking towards the other side.
"YES, SIR." All the knights shouted together and they started separating the frozen bodies from each other.
"Everything alright, your highness?" Frecio asked with a confused expression as he walked upto Charles.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think everything is alright? I have a fucking graveyard there... We have to tell their families how they died.
I have to tell my father, why I am bringing back twenty thousand soldiers back. Nothing is alright, Frecio.
Fuck... Why did I have to take part in this one?
I thought it would just be a inspection run and now everything has gone to shit. Fucking hell... What should I do?" Charles spoke with a worried expression as he immediately pulled out a small bottle filled with blue sparkling dust from his pocket and opened it's cap.
He sprinkled some of it over his palm and sniffed it all in one go.
*SNIFF*
"Fuck... Tight." Charles spoke with a serious expression as he wiped his palm and nose with a handkerchief and looked at Frecio.
"Okay... We have twenty thousand soldiers dead what can attack such a huge outpost? Monsters, Demons and Elfs. Right?" Charles asked as he looked at Frecio his eyes glowing brightly blue, it was as if his brain has started to think very fast.
"Y-Yes, Sir. Frecio replied with a hesitated expression as he kept his eyes down at the ground.
"Good... Now, I didn't see any demonic blood or a monster's body there. They were trained men, it's not like they died without a fight... But how is it possible that they didn't kill even a single one of what was killing them.
Elfs don't kill like this... Check for any dungeon breaks near this area. Don't tell about this to anyone until I give the orders. Do you understand, Frecio ?" Charles asked with a serious expression.
"Sir... Sir..." Suddenly, A knight came running towards them.
"What?" Charles asked with a serious expression.
"We have something, that you should see." The knight spoke with a grim expression.
****
*Blink-Blink*
Leon's eyes fluttered open-and the first thing he felt was warmth in his mouth.
Soft. Heavy and Leaking warmth sweetening his mouth.
As he slowly looked down, He noticed Selene's breast was stuffed between his lips, her nipple gently pulsing with sweet milk.
*Suck-Suck-Suck*
Instead of pulling away, Leon latched on tighter, drawing more thick, warm and sweet liquid directly into his mouth.
'Mmm... Now that's how every man should wake up in the morning!
His thoughts drifted lazily as he slowly gave a squeeze to her boob.
*Squeeze*
'Fresh milk, straight from the source... I read somewhere back on Earth that it enhances a man's virility. And this? This tastes like fucking heaven bursting into my mouth. Leon thought with a perverted smile.
He cupped her other breast with his hand, massaging it gently while switching between the two-drinking like a starved beast for the next ten minutes, savoring every drop.
'Damn... I could drink her dry. But I'll leave some for her daughter.
Eventually, he let go, kissed both nipples, and rose from the mattress. He pulled the blanket over Selene's naked, exhausted body, her face still flushed and glowing from last night's pleasures.
****
Outside...
Leon stepped through the back door, yawning.
"Fuck me... How long was I fucking her last night? I think three hours of sleep is all I got last night?
My sleep schedule is really fucked." Leon spoke with a smirk as he stepped in the backyard.
*Fwoooosh*
The backyard greeted him with biting wind and deep snow. The air was sharp, and the sky was still blackened with heavy clouds.
He trudged to the well for water, only to find the surface frozen solid.
"Fucking hell..."
Grumbling, Leon went back inside and entered the kitchen. A large jug of stored water sat near the corner. He poured some into his palm and splashed it over his face.
*Splash*
"Phew... I still need to figure out how the fuck I'm gonna drag that damn tub over here. And even if I do, where would I set it up ?"
He began dressing as he muttered to himself.
"I might have to rebuild the whole damn house. But what do I do with Selene and Elaine in the meantime? I can take them to the dungeon? Set them up on their own floor?
But that would be a lot of explaining and I don't think, I am ready to explain so much right now." Leon spoke as he pulled on his boots and exited the house.
*Click*
The village lay blanketed in thick snow, the world quiet and still. It was still dark outside since it was really early morning.
*Shake*
Suddenly, something large stirred at his feet.
"...The fuck?" Leon spoke in a low voice as he looked closely at the moving thing.
The snow shifted-and then, with a shake, Dusk emerged, spraying loose powder everywhere.
*Shake-Shake*
"You slept here all night, Dusk?" Leon asked, blinking in shock.
"I greet my master," Dusk said, bowing respectfully.
"Aren't you cold?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Shadow Velmoras thrive in mid-winter, master. With the suns gone and skies dark, our instincts become sharper. Cold doesn't bother us-our fur is too thick."
"I see..." Leon spoke with an understanding node.
"May I accompany you today, Master?" Dusk asked with a smile.
Suddenly, Leon started thinking something.
'He's right. The suns won't rise for another two months. Mid-winter in this world is brutal. I need to get warmer clothes for Selene and Elaine. Even I should get some new coats for myself or people'll start suspecting something if I keep walking around in such thin clothes.
"Can I, master?" Dusk repeated, tilting his head.
"Yeah. I'm heading to the dungeon."
Leon began jogging toward the village's edge. Dusk followed close.
****
As Leon jogged, he noticed two figures standing outside the Village Chief's home from a far distance-Julia Klen, and her butler, Charles.
Both were shivering, clearly dressed for attraction, not survival.
'What the hell are they doing up this early?... Wait, why is she looking at me? Leon thought with a confused expression as he kept running.
"Master," Dusk asked cautiously, "shall I stay visible or go invisible ?"
"Stay visible." Leon ordered with a serious expression.
"As you wish."
****
Meanwhile...
"Ma'am, why are we out here in this freezing mess in such clothes?" Charles whined, clutching his coat.
"Shut up and wait. He'll be here any second, Julia said, her eyes scanning the street.
"Who-?"
"There he is." Julia's tone shifted. "When he runs by, we run with him. Understood?"
"Wh-what? Why?" Charles asked with a confused expression as he looked at Julia.
"Just shut up and follow my lead," she snapped, taking off as Leon jogged past with Dusk at his side.
"Yes, Ma'am..." Charles spoke as he immediately started following her.
****
Dusk's ears twitched.
"Master, I sense-"
"I know. They're following us," Leon said dryly.
'What the hell is she up to now? Does she seriously think she can keep up with me?"
He ignored her and kept his pace.
As they reached the village exit, Julia and Charles collapsed behind them.
*Thud-Thud*
Huff-Huff-Huff
"Ma'am... I-I don't think... we can catch him..." Charles gasped, half-dead from exhaustion.
"How the hell is he that fast?" Julia wheezed, hands on her knees, eyes still locked on Leon's back as he disappeared down the trail.
'Damn it... I was going to lure him somewhere quiet, rip my clothes, and accuse him of rape. With Charles as my witness, I could've blackmailed him into serving me... but this bastard's fast.
She scowled and stood up
".!
"Charles," she said loudly, her voice sharp enough to rattle the gate guards awake.
"Y-Yes, ma'am?" Charles asked with a confused expression.
"Find out where he goes every morning." Julia spoke with an Irritated expression.
"What?!" He asked with a shocked expression.
"You heard me. Run. Follow him. I want to know everything."
Charles groaned, despair flooding his face.
"...Yes, ma'am."
And off he went, chasing after Leon through the snow.
****
Leon's boots crunched through the snow as he ran through the firld, leaving deep impressions in the white blanket of snow behind him.
"Master," Dusk said, keeping pace beside him. "Forgive me for asking, but... what is your goal in life? Do you seek riches? Power? A knighthood or perhaps something even greater?"
Leon smiled.
"Right now, all I want is to live peacefully with the women I like, Dusk. And I was doing that-until some assholes came along and started disturbing me. Why would you ask that?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"I've watched humans for many years, Dusk said. "Most of them wander through life confused, chasing dreams they can't reach-or worse, achieving them only to be consumed by greed and then run again for more riches.'
Leon chuckled softly. "And?"
"You're different, Master. You're not chasing anything... You're just running because you like it. That's why I choose to serve you." Dusk spoke with a smile.
Leon glanced over his shoulder.
"He's still behind us, isn't he?"
Dusk flicked his tail and looked back. "Barely. He's so far, I doubt he can even see us, Master."
Leon's smile faded. 'I'll deal with that bitch tonight. Time to settle this matter once and for all.
I can't take anymore of her supid nonsense.'
With that, he turned left and entered the Vinceral Forest. Snow clung to the trees like frost-bitten webs. Near a huge oak tree, the Dungeon loomed-its entrance now buried under snow.
Leon stomped once over the entrance and his leg immediately touched the stairs of the dungeon.
He looked at Dusk. "Come."
"Yes, Master." Dusk padded over and placed a paw on Leon's foot.
"Take me to the first floor." Leon ordered and suddenly, both of them disappeared.
*Swish*
****
Dungeon First Floor
They reappeared in the warm interior of the dungeon. Unlike the snow-covered surface, the inside was really warm and quiet.
Right in the middle of the room, Kai was snoring softly inside a grand, luxurious bathtub. Carvings of serpentine beasts adorned the edges of the tub, and in bold letters across one side, the words read, Mr. Leon's Sextub.
"...Fucking hell, Kai, Leon muttered, torn between amusement and disappointment.
"Sextube ? What's a sextube master ?" Dusk read aloud, puzzled.
"It's Sextub. And forget it, let's go," Leon sighed, shaking his head as they walked toward the stairs to the second floor.
'At least the heat down here is stable. It's good that Elis can control it or half of the beings living here would've been frozen to death. ' Leon thought with a neutral expression as he descended down to the second floor.
****
Second Floor
The moment they entered, Leon noticed slimes bouncing everywhere. They were more numerous than ever.
"Whoa... their numbers are exploding, Dusk said, blinking in surprise.
"If this keeps up, I'll have to give them their own floor and I'm not trying to run a slime daycare." Leon muttered in a low voice.
"Oi, slimes! Where is your leader?" he asked with a confused expression.
Every single slime froze and turned toward him.
A slightly larger slime bounced forward.
"If you're the boss, bounce once." Leon spoke as he looked at the slime.
Boing!
The slime immediately bounced once.
"Good. Look, your numbers are growing way too fast. It's getting crowded. Can you... guys stop for a bit ?" Leon asked with a neutral expression.
The leader slime jiggled and let out some wobbly sounds.
"Prrr... Prrr... Prrrr..."
Leon blinked. "... Yeah, I didn't catch that. I will have to call Eli-*
"They said they won't reproduce unless the Dungeon Master desires it," Dusk translated calmly.
"...You speak slime language as well?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"I speak many languages, Master." dusk replied with a smile.
"Alright then." Leon addressed the slime again. "You can start multiplying again when the room expands. Okay?"
"Prrr! Prrr!"
"They accept, master. They are saying that they will never upset the dungeon master." Dusk translated immediately.
"Alright. Do whatever you want till then." Leon waved his hand and moved toward the stairs. "Let's check the other floors."
"Yes master."
"You don't have to stay in that cat form inside the dungeon, y'know," Leon added as he looked at dusk.
"Thank you, Master."
*Fwoom*
Dusk transformed into his full Shadow Velmora form-sleek, feline, and massive.
"Third and fourth floors are still empty," Leon muttered. "Let's head to the fifth floor."
He touched Dusk's side.
"Take us to the fifth floor." Leon spoke as both of them disappeared immediately.
*Swish*
****
Fifth Floor
They reappeared among sleeping Dark Elves-women and children curled up together on stone beds, peacefully sleeping.
'The children must still be scared... since they were separated from their mothers by that slave trader, Leon thought in his mind with a neutral expression.
A familiar voice greeted him immediately.
"Good morning, Master."
Fruela appeared from the shadows, kneeling before him.
"You're up early."
"I always rise at this time, Master." Fruela replied with a neutral expression.
"Mm. Makes sense."
She looked toward one of the beds. "What should we do with that girl-Jennifer, Master ?"
Leon followed her gaze. Jennifer was sprawled out like a corpse, snoring loudly.
"I'll deal with her later."
"Is there anything you'd like me to do in the meantime, master?" Fruela asked dutifully.
"You can rest. Or take a walk outside. Just don't bring anyone near the dungeon entrance."
"As you command." She bowed again and disappeared toward the stairs.
Leon descended.
****
Sixth Floor
There, he found Rees, lying dramatically on a stone slab with arms folded over his chest like a corpse.
"When the hell did skeletons start sleeping?" Leon mocked.
Rees sat up immediately. "Ah, Mr. Leon! Perfect timing. Could you bring me some equipment for experiments and research? Preferably sharp ones, and maybe some mana stones. Oh! And if you could find any dismembered limbs-"
"Calm down, Calm down... Just make a list of the item you need, I will see what I can get. It's not like I am very rich." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as he looked at Rees.
"Oh, I can give you all the money you want. I am very Rich."
"Umm... What?" Leon asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion.
"I can provide you with plenty of money", Rees said casually. "I'm a very rich Lich. Before I died, I was a nobleman. Though that didn't help much-my charming siblings stole my share of our father's inheritance and split it among themselves after i died."
Leon raised an eyebrow.
"But when I started crafting magical equipment and sold a few of them just to fund my experiments... well, those items got popular. Like, really popular. I made a fortune from them," Rees explained as he looked at Leon.
"How much are we talking about?" Leon asked, arms crossed.
Rees paused, doing some mental math.
"If I add everything... around thirty thousand gold coins is what I earned." He spoke raising his finger in the air.
Leon's jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What ?! Are you serious!?"
"What?" Rees blinked, confused by the reaction.
"What the fuck did you make that sold for that much ?!" Leon asked with a confused expression.
Rees looked thoughtful.
"Ah... a lot of things. Communication orbs, advanced spells, and most importantly... Voo-Doo magic. One of my original dark arts that I sold for twenty-five thousand gold coins". Rees replied immediately.
Leon frowned. "Wait-what do you mean you made Voo-Doo magic? I thought it was a god gift-something only people with the Magi class could use or something like that."
"No, no," Rees waved his hand immediately. "Magis just have a natural affinity for dark magic, so they are a little better at it then the others.
But Voo-Doo isn't bound to any class, it's not a specific skill, it's an Art. Anyone can learn it. And seeing how sharp you are Mr. Leon... I could probably teach you to master it in two week or less.
Would you like me to teach you?" Rees asked as he looked at Leon with a curious expression.
Leon squinted. "If you invented it... how come Elves know it?"
'If my memory is right, Reina's brother Rubin also knew this Art. I am sure I readed it in his description.'
Leon thought in his mind as he looked at Rees.
"I sold it to them," Rees replied casually as he looked at Leon. "The Stinson family, to be precise."
"You what? Why the hell would you hand over something like that to them?" Leon asked with a shocked and confused expression.
"Because they supplied me with rare materials for my experiments from their forests,
I mean, it was a fair trade." Rees said simply.
Leon's face darkened. "Wait. Is your dungeon... inside the Elf Kingdom, Ress?"
"Yes," Rees replied.
"What about the gold?"
"It's in the last room inside my dungeon, we should go and get it." he spoke immediately.
Leon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why did I even talk to you...?"
"What? What's wrong?" Rees tilted his head with a confused expression.
"Rees... what do you think the current relationship is between the Human and Elf Kingdoms ?" Leon asked with a sarcastic smile.
"Umm... friends maybe?" Rees replied hesitantly.
Leon stared at him like he'd grown another skull. "Are you stupid? Human kingdom and Elf kingdom are at war, Rees. Elves are the enemies of humans right now."
Rees blinked. "But an Elf slave I talked to recently told me that the things were going perfectly fine between the kingdoms. He also said humans would pay for it soon... I assumed that meant trade was going well between the kingdoms."
Leon shook his head. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Why didn't you build your dungeon in the Human Kingdom?"
"Sure, why not? Every human that saw me screamed 'unholy abomination' and ran away from me.
Even my own family tried to kill me after I turned into a Lich, Mr. Leon." Rees looked away, voice tight. "It was humans who raided my dungeon, stole my necroheart, and looted every single one of my equipments while I was gone. You're the first human I've met in years who hasn't come at me holding a god's symbol, a wand, or a sword."
Leon let out a slow breath. "Fine. Whatever. What ingredients do you need?"
"Here," Rees said, pulling out a folded paper and handing it to him. "It's all listed on this paper."
Leon unfolded it and scanned the items. "Heart of a dead Frowl... sixty-four vampire teeth... ten vampire hearts... red, blue, and green gulios solutions... mana-infused wooden dolls... fourth-grade Frek tree bark... Trisum flower sap..."
His eyes narrowed immediately. "I don't think, I can find even a single thing in an alchemist's shop, that you wrote on this paper."
"Of course not," Rees said. "But there's one place where you can get everything. The Black Market. Have you heard of it?" Rees asked as he looked at Leon.
"I've heard of it," Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"Have you ever been there?" Rees asked.
"No."
"Well, that's where we'll find your ingredients. But to get there, we need a special kind of black sand. I know a few guys in the Human Kingdom who can sell you that sand and-"
"I have the sand," Leon interrupted, opening his inventory and pulling out the pouch Adeline had given him.
Rees blinked. "Huh. That's convenient. Why haven't you used it yet?"
"I was waiting for the right time-"
"You don't know how to use it, do you?" Rees interrupted.
Leon sighed. "Yeah, I don't."
"If you want, I can accompany you. But, that pouch only has enough sand for two trips. If I go with you, we'll need to buy more sand from the market to come back."
"Do we have the money for that?" Rees asked with a confused expression.
"How much is the sand worth?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
Rees nodded toward the pouch. "That amount of black sand is worth fifty copper coins."
"Fine. Let's go." Leon tossed him the pouch.
"Wait-hold on," Rees stopped him. "You can't go looking like that. You'll need to cover your face. The Black Market isn't kind to humans."
"Right..." Leon pulled a white cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around his face. "This good?"
"Perfect." Rees nodded. "Now, take half the sand from the pouch."
Leon dipped his hand inside and scooped out roughly half of the sand.
"To activate it, throw the sand on the ground and say the words: Blasious Marcious. Got it?" Rees asked with a confused expression.
"Got it." Leon replied with a serious expression.
"I'll go first." Rees turned the pouch over and spoke the words, "Blasious Marcious."
As soon as the sand hit the ground, blue flames roared up and swallowed him whole.
*Boop*
Rees vanished with the flames, it was as if they ate him.
Leon blinked, clenched his jaw, then followed in the same manner. "Blasious Marcious!"
He tossed the sand to the ground. Instantly, a blue fire coiled around his body like a living serpent.
Leon immediately closed his eyes and hoped for the best..
*Boop*
****
"You can open your eyes now," Rees' voice echoed in Leon's ears.
*Blink. Blink.*
Leon opened his eyes-and what he saw made him go still.
They were on a cold, narrow street shrouded in darkness. The buildings were crooked and stacked in impossible ways, as if some eldritch creature had rearranged a normal town into a fever dream. Glowing symbols shifted on the walls like runes that refused to sit still. Floating lanterns burned with green and violet fire.
There was a huge crowd on the street and it was... terrifying.
Demons with twisted horns. Goblins pushing carts filled with bottled organs. Elves with tattoos glowing like cursed circuitry on their whole bodies. Masked spirits hovered silently above in the skies. Dwarves and human Alchemists bargained over crates of bones. Even beastkins walked among them-everyone wore hoods or masks on their faces in order to hide their identities.
*Whoosh*
Suddenly a black-robed figure materialized out of blue flames beside Leon, his silver mask carved into the shape of a grinning skull. He glanced at Leon for a brief moment-and walked away without a word.
'What the fuck is this place...?' Leon thought, eyes darting around the nightmare market.
Vendors whispered from shadowy stalls, peddling forbidden things-cursed weapons, preserved monster parts, rings with bloody fingers still inside them.
"Come on," Rees said, pulling his cloak tighter. "We need to get the ingredients-and more sand.
Standing on one position and observing like that can get us in trouble."
Leon nodded, keeping close. "Why aren't any of them attacking each other?"
"They can't," Rees said quietly. "Anyone dumb enough to cause trouble here died immediately. The owner of the Black Market is a demi-god. No one wants to piss him off and no one dares to steal from him."
Leon watched as a demon with six eyes walked past a human without so much as a glance, it was as if they were just normal people passing by.
"Only intelligent creatures come here, dumb ones die outside," Rees added.
****
Leon and Rees stood inside a dim- lit, dust-choked shop that looked like it hadn't seen daylight in decades. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, dried blood, and milk gone stale. There was no one behind the counter, only a clutter of bizarre items-totems made from what looked like demon claws, necklaces of polished fangs, jars filled with floating eyeballs, and more horrific things.
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
Rees raised his hand and tapped on the counter three times.
*Thud-Thud-Thud*
The sound of something crashing echoed from the back of the store, followed by the rapid stomp of footsteps rushing forward.
*Step-step-step-step-step*
A moment later, a woman emerged from behind the curtain.
She had wild black-and-white hair tied messily back, thick goggles resting atop her head, a loose bodice that barely clung to her flat chest, and two fingers missing from her left hand. Her skin was pale, almost ashen, and twin fangs peeked from her lips like a subtle warning.
"That knock... I know that knock," she said, stepping forward, her tone curious.
"Hello, Lia," Rees said with a smile.
"Rees, you undead motherfucker! Where the fuck have you been for the last fifty years? Looks like you were getting really busy in your experiments huh?" she grinned, showing off her sharp canines.
Leon's eyes narrowed slightly and he activated his skill immediately.
[Name: Lia Vengers]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Race: Vampire]
[Level: 110]
[HP: 1,100,000/1,100,000]
[MP: 550,000/550,000]
[Description: Lia was once a hurman adventurer and she was raiding a dungeon with her party but due to unusual events, a vampire inside the dungeon bit her and turned her into a Vampire herself.
Since she couldn't survive without blood anymore, humans tried to kill her and after that she choose to open a shop in the black market. Selling her body parts for blood and money.]
'A vampire... That's interesting, she looks completely human if she hides her fangs!' Leon thought, eyeing her carefully.
Lia's sharp gaze shifted to Leon. "Who's the human brat? Don't tell me... did you bring him as a gift for me to drain?"
Rees sighed. "He's not a gift. He's a friend, I am showing him around the black market, so keep your fangs to yourself. You are just like last time, I saw you."
"Tch, lucky boy," Lia chuckled, licking her lips. "You've got Rees guiding you?. This bag of bones is the smartest pile of dust I've met in the past 300 years."
"Oh? It's been that long already? I thought you were only 100 years old." Rees smirked.
"Still trying to butter up the girls, huh? You don't even have a dick." Lia spoke with a smile.
"Heheh... I can always try."
"Now putting all this aside, What do you guys want?" Lia asked as she looked at Leon.
"Can I get two pouches of Black Sand?" Leon asked, his voice steady.
Lia reached under the counter and slapped two small pouches onto it. "That'll be one silver... or some drop of your tasty blood if you're short, hehehe."
Leon placed a silver coin down without hesitation, "I will pay with money."
"Anything else?" she asked, eyeing Rees.
"I do need a few things, but... I'm broke, turns out all of my money is gone." Rees said, touching his skull as if trying to scratch his non-existent scalp.
Lia waved her hand dismissively. "Have I ever asked you for money? You can pay later. Not like any of us are dying anytime soon, right?"
Rees laughed. "In that case, I won't be shy. I have everything written on this list- wait... where's the list ?" He asked with a confused expression as he searched his pockets.
Leon pulled the parchment from his pocket. "You gave it to me. Here."
"Ah yes," Rees nodded, taking it.
Lia's eyes scanned the list. "Hmm... these solutions, the frek bark... You're making another Necroheart, aren't you?"
Rees gave a simple nod. "My last one was stolen during the dungeon raid. Some humans came in took everything from it."
"And still no grudge. That's why I like you," Lia said, glancing at Leon. "This man lost his heart, and he's not even mad. My boyfriend broke my heart few years ago, that's his head there."
Lia spoke as she pointed towards the head of a demon hanging over a hook near the entrance.
Rees shrugged. "A scholar who lets loss dictate his path never reaches the truth."
"Oh, shut up with the wisdom shit," Lia snorted. "You know I have killed more than I can count and you still say things like that. I'll get your stuff, Voo-Doo Scholar." She vanished into the back again.
Leon's gaze wandered around the shop, trailing over grotesque relics. 'Voo-Doo... it could be useful-especially for certain things. Wait can I use it for that?'
"Something wrong, Mr. Leon?" Rees asked, noticing his focus.
"Rees... just to clarify, Voo-Doo allows you to stimulate someone's body using a doll, right?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Yes. You link the doll to the target using his /her skin, blood or even a strand of hair. Whatever you do to it, they will feel it,
But, you can't kill anyone with Voo-Doo magic, only make them feel pain or pleasure." Rees explained plainly.
Leon's lips curled into a slow grin. "So if I make a toy... say, one shaped like a pussy-and I link it to a real woman and start fucking it... will she-"
Rees cut him off, his tone clinical. "Yes. She'll feel everything. Every thrust. Every twitch. It's perfectly doable but you will need a hair of that woman from near her vagina.
That's something that I am hearing for the first time, You are really interesting Mr. Leon."
Leon's grin widened. "I want to learn Voo-Doo magic, Rees. Teach me."
Rees chuckled softly. "Of course. In return, will you share a bit of your own wisdom with me, Mr. Leon ?" He asked.
"Sure." Leon replied immediately.
"Excellent." Rees pulled out another slip of parchment. "Lia! I'm adding more ingredients to the list!"
"Fine... where the fuck did I put the red solution." As Lia groaned from the back, Leon turned back toward the shelves, his eyes scanning the things carefully.
'If I can learn Voo-Doo magic... I can really make use of it in more than one ways. Hehehe...' Leon thought as an evil and perverted smile appeared over his face.
Suddenly, something attracted his attention.
A black coloured bracelet was lying in one of the shelf.
"Hmm...?" Leon immediately used his skill on it.
[Name: Unbalanced Bracelet]
[Rank: uncommon]
[Description: A bracelet that can increase it's weight according to the mana supplied into it.
The weight of this bracelet can be increased by supplying mana to it and until the owner doesn't take the mana out of it, the bracelet will stay the same weight. These bracelets were used by ancient swordsmen to train their bodies but with time they were declared non-efficient due to their huge mana consumptions.]
"Okay... Here is all the stuff you had in your list." Lia spoke as she brought out a huge pile of things from the back of the shop and placed it on the counter.
*Thud*
"Umm... Here are some more things. I will take these as well." Rees spoke as he handed her the second list.
"Oh okay..." Lia spoke as she took the list from him.
"How much for this bracelet?" Leon asked with a smile as he took out the bracelet and placed it on his hand.
"That thing? Look, I would sold anything for money... But, since you guys are friends. I will suggest you not to buy that thing. It's a huge mana eater. I mean you can just get weights and use them to train." Lia spoke as she looked at Leon.
"I will buy it... How much?" Leon asked with a smile as he walked upto the counter.
"Hmm... It's been a very long time. How about thirty coppers?" Lia asked as she looked at Leon.
"Deal." Leon spoke as he immediately took out thirty coppers and gave it to Lia.
"Wow... You are rich huh? Taking the money out before speaking." Lia asked with a smile as she looked at Leon.
"I am just a poor guy." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.
"Umm... Lia, We need to go. The time is running out." Rees spoke as he looked at Lia.
"Oh... Right." Lia spoke as she immediately went back.
"What do you mean by that?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Everytime you come to the Black Market... Remember that there is a certain amount of time you can stay here as a visitor.
For us that would be three to five hours, Mr. Leon. You will need to go back and come back if you want to keep roaming around the market." Rees spoke as he looked at Leon.
"I see. So what happens if someone fails to go back?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"The keepers will kick you out". Rees replied with a neutral expression.
****
"Okay... Here is all the stuff you asked for, the vampire teeths, all three solutions, liver and hearts. The wooden items are in that box and body organs are in this box, rest of the things are here." Lia said, gesturing to the pile stacked on the counter.
"Ah, thanks." Rees nodded as he looked at Leon. "Shall we leave now, Mr. Leon?"
Leon raised a brow and looked at Rees. "Aren't you going to ask how much this all costs?"
"It'll be around five gold and thirty silver, with discount." Lia answered with a grin as she looked at Leon.
'Damn... that's expensive', Leon thought, glancing at the items.
"Don't worry, I'll pay my debt when I have the coin, these are the words of a scholar." Rees said, waving it off.
"No worries... You boys take care," Lia replied, then winked at Leon. "And hey-next time you run into a vampire, don't go stabbing him or her until you know their motives. We're not all bad you know. Maybe give them some blood as a sign of friendship."
"I'll keep that in mind, hoping I don't run into one," Leon answered, tone flat but respectful.
"This stuff will come with us. Let me place it down." Rees gathered the items, setting them near his feet.
"What's the word for return?" Leon asked curiously as he looked at Rees.
"There isn't one," Lia said with a neutral expression, "Just throw the full pouch of Black Sand on the ground, and poof-you're back to where you came from."
"That's right, Mr. Leon, There is no word for return all you need to do is just throw all the sand on the ground, all at once." Rees added with a smile.
"Got it. Are you ready?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Yes." Rees replied.
Leon opened one pouch, gave Rees a quick nod, then hurled the sand onto the ground.
*Fwooom*
A burst of blue fire emerged from the ground and swallowed them as they vanished from the shop.
"Interesting guy," Lia muttered, smiling as she walked back into the back of the shop.
****
—Sixth Floor, Dungeon—
*Swish*
Leon and Rees reappeared on the sixth floor, the pile of magical items still at their feet.
"Phew... That gave me some nostalgia," Rees muttered as he looked at Leon.
"Yeah. Gave me some trauma", Leon replied with a smirk.
"You'll get used to it, Mr. Leon. Don't worry." Rees chuckled, bending to collect the items.
"I hope so too." Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"Umm... Mr. Leon, could you arrange some tables or slabs? I'm not fond of placing delicate things like vampire organs and precious solutions on the floor." Rees asked as he looked at Leon with a confused expression.
"Elis." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.
A beat later, Elis appeared in a burst of light, bowing deeply in front of him.
"I greet my Master." Elis spoke.
"Hello, Elis. Could you prepare some tables and slabs for Rees, He needs space for his equipment." Leon ordered.
"As you command, Master." Elis replied immediately.
She knelt, touched the ground-and massive stone slabs slid out from the wall like clockwork and tables formed out from the ground.
"...By the Abyss, this core is even better than mine," Rees whispered, wide-eyed as he looked at Elis.
"What? Why?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"This level of bonding... not even monsters can form this deep of a link with a dungeon core, Mr. Leon. My own core barely spoke to me when I was inside the dungeon. But her? She's radiating a controlled mana field... and responding to you in a human form.
What else can we expect from a dungeon core." Rees spoke as he pointed towards Elis.
"Master, I believe I'm running low on mana," Elis said softly as she looked at Leon.
"Don't worry, I'll replenish your mana. Come on-let's head to the seventh floor. I need some sleep as well." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as he looked at Elis and started walking towards the staircase.
"Yes, Master." Elis spoke as she followed him immediately.
"Wait-what?" Rees blinked. "Did I hear you say you're going to give mana to a dungeon core?" Rees asked with an extremely confused expression.
"Yes, that's what I said." Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"But... you're a human. Your body shouldn't even be able to store enough mana for that!" Rees asked with an even more confused expression.
"An undead asking this many questions... now that's something new," said a cold voice from the shadows.
Rees immediately spun around.
Two glowing blue eyes stared at him, from the corner of the room.
Then, a massive feline figure stepped into the light.
"D-Don't move! That's-That's a Shadow Velmora! A monster has infiltrated the dungeon! We need to run to the next floor, Mr. Leon." Rees yelped, scrambling behind Leon.
"You're scaring a skeleton now?" Leon asked with a smile as he looked at Dusk.
"My apologies, Master", Dusk said calmly, seating himself in front of Leon. "But I've never seen an undead with so many questions."
"And how are you even scared? You're already dead, Rees." Leon added as he turned around and looked at him.
Rees peeked from behind Leon's back, trembling. "W-Why is this Monster... calling you Master, Mr. Leon ?"
"Because sir Leon is my master," Dusk replied with a proud expression as he looked at Leon.
"...What?" Rees asked as he slowly walked out from Leon's back.
Leon sighed. "Look, I can't give you all the answers and neither do I have the time to tell you stories.
So, I will tell you this shortly in one sentence, I have infinite mana. Dusk here can sense it-he has mana-sensitive eyes. It's part of what attracted him to me.
That's also how I supply Elis with mana. Now, I will take my leave." Leon spoek with a smile.
Leon turned to leave immediately.
"Wait! What !????" Rees called out, catching up with him. "You just raised more questions in my head, than you answered Mr. Leon!"
"I know." Leon replied with a knowing smirk.
"...You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Rees asked as he looked at Leon.
"Could be a possibility." Leon replied with a smile.
"You're a cruel man." Rees spoke.
Leon smirked. "That's how it goes, Rees. You ask one question-I'll give you ten more to think about. Be careful next time. I don't answer everything. Ask questions carefully."
With that, he descended the stairs.
Rees stared, dumbfounded. "...I-I understand," he mumbled, walking back to the slab to sort the items, Leon's words lingering in his mind.
****
—Seventh Floor—
Leon entered to the smell of cooking. Olga and Reina were chatting at the table as they made food, and Reina's elf ears were fully visible.
"Looks like you two became friends, huh?" Leon said with a grin as he walked up to them-and grabbed both their ass cheeks with a firm squeeze.
*Squeeze-Squeeze*
"Anhh~"
"Anhhh~ Leon... You naughty boy," Olga purred, turning to kiss him on the lips immediately.
*Chuuu~*
Leon grabbed her neck gently, slipping his tongue inside her warm mouth and rolling it around inside.
Reina's face flushed red. Her legs trembled as wet heat pooled between her thighs, her pussy immediately started releasing love juices, making her panties wet. She stared hard at the chopping board, slicing faster to hide her embarrassed expression.
Her ears turned crimson red and her legs started to tremble.
*Chop-Chop-Chop*
After a minute-long kiss, Leon pulled back, his lips glistening and a long thread of saliva pulling in-between their mouths.
"Olga, did you tell Reina about us?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Oh, not yet. Should I?" Olga asked with a confused expression as she looked at Leon.
"Please do." Leon replied with a perverted smile.
Olga giggled, pressing her ass into his crotch. "Well... I'm Master Leon's cum-dump. I open my legs whenever and wherever he asks. He fucks me like really crazy you know."
"You little slut," Leon whispered, groping her tit with one hand.
*Squeeze*
"Anhhhhh~ Yessss~" Olga moaned, dropping her spoon on the counter.
*Clink!*
Leon turned to Reina with a smile. "Your turn, Darling. Introduce yourself and your relationship with me to dear Olga."
"I-I'm Reina Stinson..." she said nervously. "I'm Master's sex doll. I obey everything he says and do anything he wishes in b-bed."
Olga smiled wide. "Ooooh~ that means we're sisters! We should have sex with him on my mattress. Like, I can lick his dick and you can suck his balls."
Leon smirked with a perverted grin, "Alright, I'll use you both later. For now... I need a nap and Olga, keep up with the good ideas."
He slapped both their asses on his way towards the throne.
*Slap-Slap*
"Anhh~"
"Anhhh~"
"Elis... Wake me up when you are done taking the mana and this time. Take double the mana from last time." Leon ordered as he went to sleep.
"As you command, Master." Elis spoke as she started taking mana from Leon's hand.
[-800 MP]
[+279996 MP]
-x-X-x-
—Weaver Household—
Royal carriages stood silently in front of the grand estate. Royal Knights flanked them, standing beside their horses with still, disciplined posture.
Inside the mansion, silence reigned.
Frecio stood quietly outside the house leader's room, his eyes resting on the old paintings hung across the hallway. The silence was heavy-no voices, no footsteps. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.
No servants were allowed on the first floor, not even the head maid or private butlers.
In the room beyond, Prince Charles sat alone on a velvet couch. Laid out before him was a lavish spread -platters of rich foods, colorful desserts, fine wines, and exotic beverages. But not a single dish had been touched by him.
His eyes were locked on a single sheet of paper. The longer he stared, the more the sweat gathered on his brow.
*Knock-Knock*
The sudden sound startled him. His head snapped toward the door, heart thudding at an incredible speed.
*Phew...*
Exhaling slowly, Charles straightened his back and adjusted his posture, cracking his neck a bit... He slowly wiped off the sweat from his forehead.
*Crack*
"May I come in, Your Highness?" came an old man's voice from behind the door.
"Come in," Charles answered calmly, maintaining his posture.
*Click*
The door opened, and an elderly man in his sixties stepped in. He had long, red-and-white hairs, neat attire, and a pair of yellow tinted goggles over his eyes.
"Your Highness, forgive me for the delay. I had to change clothes after the wolf hunting trip-"
"I don't care, Mr. Gregory Weaver," Charles said sharply, meeting his gaze with cold eyes.
Gregory blinked with a confused expression but he wasn't afraid of Charles a bit. "I noticed you haven't touched the food. Are you perhaps upset by my late arriv-"
"Mr. Weaver," Charles cut in immediately, "I respect you. I truly do. But my appetite is fucking dead." His voice cracked slightly. "I... I apologize for the language, sir."
Gregory's expression shifted to concern. "Is this about the Truvale Checkpost?"
"Yes, sir. We went there, Last night." Charles's voice was neutral, almost calm but filled with tension at the same time.
"Did they tell you anything, Your Highness? I'm sure there was some problem with the ravens, it was impossible for them to flew all the way here in a snow storm like last ni- " Gregory began, walking closer and settling onto the couch across from Charles. He reached for a teacup gently.
"They're all dead, Mr. Weaver", Charles interrupted, his voice dead serious.
*Thud*
The teacup slipped from Gregory's hand and shattered on the floor immediately.
*Tang*
"W-What did you say, Your Highness?" Gregory asked, stunned.
"All twenty thousand soldiers are dead, Mr. Weaver." Charles said, his tone unwavering. "That's why there's been no response from the Knights. That's why the supply wagons never returned. They were never late. They just couldn't do it... Because they were dead."
Gregory's jaw trembled. "Th-that's not possible... No one can kill that many soldiers, not in just three hours. You must've been-"
"I saw the bodies myself, Mr. Weaver." Charles said, cutting him off again. "Only one survivor-a child. He's sitting in my carriage, right now. I haven't gone to my father yet. I came here first... because I need answers before I face him.
You have been on the battlefields Mr. Weaver, you know everything about Demons, Monsters, Elfs and other things more than anyone else in this kingdom. Please help me."
Gregory stared at the floor, his face still twisted in disbelief.
"Mr. Weaver? Can you hear me?" Charles said louder as he waved his hand in front of his face.
Gregory flinched as he came out of his deep thinking."Y-Yes. Tell me... how did they die ?"
"In the most brutal way imaginable," Charles said, his voice now laced with horror and fear. "Their organs were ripped out. Their faces were... chewed off. Non-combatants like chefs and wagon drivers, took their own lives. Poison, daggers, anything they could find. Soldiers were eaten. Torn apart into pieces, it was a horrible view."
He pulled a piece of paper from his coat and placed it on the table.
"I found this symbol carved into the back of one of the highest-ranking knights. Sir Esward."
Gregory leaned forward and picked it up immediately. The symbol was an eye, etched into the center of a claw mark.
His hands began to tremble.
His eyes widened in fear.
Sweat began to roll down his temples.
The silence in the room turned suffocating as Gregory stared at the symbol.
Charles swallowed hard. "Is it a demon? An elf? What is it? You know this symbol. I can see it in your face. Tell me what is this?"
Gregory stared into Charles's eyes.
"A-A human," he said finally, his voice almost hollow.
"What?" Charles stepped forward, stunned. "That... that can't be. No human is capable of doing this."
"This... This was the insignia of the Lopez Squad, Your highness." Gregory said, still staring at the paper.
"The what? What's that?" Charles asked with a confused expression as he didn't knew anything about it.
Gregory stood abruptly. "Your Highness, you shouldn't be involved in this. I need to take this matter directly to the king."
Charles moved to block him. "No. I came to you first because I want to know what happened. I'll decide what reaches my father. Tell me. What is the Lopez Squad?"
Gregory's eyes searched Charles's face, then he sighed in resignation.
"Fine. But if we're doing this... we're going to the Helix Library. Come." Gregory replied with a serious expression.
Without another word, Gregory opened the door and stepped out. Charles followed closely behind. Frecio joined them silently.
"Are you leaving again, dear?" A woman in her sixties, dressed in a noble gown, approached Gregory with a puzzled look.
"Yes, darling. Urgent work has come up,
I will be back by evening", Gregory replied, barely slowing down.
The three men exited the mansion and climbed into the carriage.
"Take us to the Helix Library. Immediately," Charles ordered a knight through the window.
"Yes, Your Highness," the knight replied and relayed the command to the driver.
The carriage began moving. Behind them, the Royal Knights followed on horseback, hooves pounding the cobblestone roads.
****
As the royal procession made its way through the capital, every citizen-noble and commoner alike-fell to their knees, bowing their heads as the carriage passed.
Within ten minutes, the grand doors of the Helix Library came into view. The carriage halted. All three stepped down and started walking towards the gates.
"Frecio, stay with the carriage, you can't come." Gregory instructed as he looked at Frecio.
"But, I am with Your Highness-"
"Stay," Charles said firmly. "I'll be back soon."
"As you command, Your Highness." Frecio nodded reluctantly as he immediately stepped back.
As Gregory and Charles entered the library, the atmosphere changed. The moment the librarians and scholars on the first floor saw them, they froze-and then bowed immediately.
"Continue reading," Gregory said without pause, moving to the center of the library. He looked upward.
"Can you take us up, Your majesty?" Gregory asked with a confused expression.
"Yes, Alcomoto fleios." Charles immediately chanted a spell.
The air shimmered with magic as both men rose into the air, floating upward. Within seconds, they arrived on the sixth floor.
A large, iron-reinforced door loomed ahead.
Charles hesitated. "I... I don't think I'm allowed on this floor yet, Sir."
Gregory reached into his coat. "You are now entering inside under the weaver household's authority. Though I must say, I'm surprised your father hasn't granted you access yet."
He pulled out a golden key and inserted it into the keyhole.
*Click*
The door swung open and both of them entered indi the library.
Dust choked the air. Darkness filled the room.
"Frier." Gregory spoek as he chanted a spell this time.
Torches ignited in unison, casting flickering light over hundreds of ancient books stacked within towering wooden shelves.
"Woah... What is this place?" Charles whispered, taking it all in.
"This is where the real truth sleeps," Gregory said. "Our kingdom's growth wasn't from hard work alone. We made deals. Took shortcuts. Formed... some unholy alliances. These are the records of wars fought, secrets buried, and the names of those who helped build this kingdom-names we no longer speak.
Only those houses are permitted in this library that helped this kingdom in it's making. One of those houses was the Lopez Household."
He walked forward with purpose.
"Twelve... thirteen... fourteen..." Gregory muttered as he counted spines. "This one."
He pulled out the fifteenth book on the right. The dust clouded, then settled.
Two words emerged on the brown leather cover:
{Lopez Squad}
Gregory stared at it for a moment, then handed it to Charles.
"I don't know everything... but what little I do know is this: until today, it was considered a myth. Remember one thing, Your Highness... whatever you read here in this room, shall not go out with you." Gregory spoke with a serious expression.
****
—Record, Year 6969—
The Human Kingdom was small back then-fragile, surrounded by threats. Everyone looked down on us.
The Elves. The Dwarves. Even the Beastkin.
We were backed into a corner.
From the southern border, an army of demons was advancing.
At that time, King Altros Hunderburg sat on the throne. A ruthless man, but fair. Cold, but deeply loyal to his people. He was exactly the kind of leader we needed in those times.
Altros wasn't alone. He had seven trusted friends-more than friends. Brothers. They stood beside him through every hardship, willing to make any sacrifice to ensure humanity would rise to it's peak and make it's place among the great Kingdoms.
The Elves and Dwarves didn't attack us outright, but they offered no help against the demonic threats.
In a way they wanted us to get wiped out.
Our soldiers were dying everyday and the number of demons were Increasing at an incredible speed.
That's when one of the seven brothers-Neo Lopez-proposed a dark, forbidden idea to Altros.
Altros rejected it immediately. Called it blasphemous. Warned Lopez never to speak of it again with anyone else.
And so, Lopez said nothing.
But that didn't stop him from executing his idea.
In secret, he began carrying out his plan deep within his mansion's underground chamber.
Every day, he had demon corpses stolen from the battlefield by loyal soldiers. The bodies were smuggled into his basement-raw, still radiating infernal energy.
Then came the children.
Ten of them. Orphans. Poor, starving, desperate. They would do anything for a meal.
And Lopez gave them one.
Raw demon meat and demon blood.
Every day, for the next seven days, he fed it to them forcefully.
On the eighth day, six of the children died-vomiting black bile, convulsing in agony.
The four who survived... changed.
Their bodies mutated. Their strength multiplied. Their eyes turned hollow and cold. They no longer
looked human.
They became monsters.
Monsters on our side.
Lopez trained them himself. Conditioned them to obey. Turned them into perfect weapons, ruthless killing machines.
He named them 'The Vendigos of Lopez Squad'.
They were fast. Merciless. Silent. They didn't speak. They didn't sleep. They existed only to hunt and eat.
Lopez kept them hidden, waiting for the right time.
That time came sooner than he had expected, in the mid-winters.
The demons launched a full-scale invasion. The harsh and extreme cold crippled our soldiers, made it difficult for them to fight properly. The southern defenses fell in a heart beat. Villages burned. The kingdom bled as the Demon armies walked in and started killing the citizens mercilessly.
King Altros was out of options and desperate.
Without any choices, He turned to Lopez.
Lopez didn't wait and unleashed his own monsters.
For the first time demons... felt fear.
That night, terror gripped the kingdom-not from the demons, but from what hunted them. No human was allowed to get out of their houses until the dawn.
The Vendigos stalked the streets like shadows. They didn't fight-they slaughtered demon armies like chickens. No matter how strong the demon, they fell within seconds in front of the Lopez Squad.
The demons fled from the kingdom. But the Vendigos didn't stop.
They pursued and slaughtered them without showing any mercy.
One by one, they killed the retreating demons.
Until one stepped forward-Gurua, the second and one of the most powerful demon general.
She was powerful beyond belief. She tore through three of the four Vendigos, leaving only one alive.
His name was Mikael and he was the strongest in the Lopez Squad. They fought for three days through the valleys of the Southern Borders.
At last, Mikael killed Gurua but even after killing her, he stayed inside the valley and continued eating Gurua's body for the next ten days.
By the time the search parties arrived, he was gone. They only found Gurua's bones and fighting marks all over the valley.
Mikael never returned to the Human Kingdom after that.
****
Neo Lopez and his allies were hailed as heroes. Altros awarded them seven-star nobility-an honor of brotherhood.
The kingdom flourished in peace and harmony, no one dared to look down on us and no one dared to offend us.
Ten years of peace followed.
Then came the horror.
I still remember that day very clearly, A messenger burst into the royal court with a single line:
"The Lopez Household has been wiped out."
Over 700 trained knights. 200 Royal Guards. Gone. Slaughtered in a single night.
No warning. No survivors. Just dead bodies and not normal ones.
Every body was mutilated-faces chewed off, entrails dragged from split stomachs.
On one of the corpse's back, there was a symbol etched.
An eye carved inside a claw.
This body belonged to none other than Neo Himself.
Altros knew.
He didn't need confirmation.
Mikael had returned.
The Demon they created... was now hunting them.
Altros tripled security across the kingdom. Paranoia gripped him. Until his dying breath, he lived in fear -waiting for Mikael to come for him.
He made elaborate arrangements to protect his bloodline. His descendants. His legacy.
But The Vendigo never returned.
Years passed.
And like all horrors... it became a story. In the future it might became a Myth.
But beware-
The Vendigo cannot die... unless he is killed. He will roam this world among us.
-x-X-x-
*Thud*
Charles closed the book, the pages settling with a soft groan of age. He looked over at Gregory, his expression grim.
"It's been three hundred years," Charles said, his voice low. "How is that possible? How can someone live that long?"
Gregory answered without hesitation. "The Vendigo can't die unless killed. He's not bound by time. He's a cursed demon in human flesh."
Charles frowned, still processing it. "But... why now? Why return after all these years?"
Gregory's gaze was hard. "I don't know. That's why I need to speak to His Majesty immediately."
Charles nodded slowly. "Yes. And I still need to deliver my own report."
Without another word, the two men closed the ancient book and stepped out of the chamber, descending from the seventh floor, they headed towards the Royal Castle.
-x-X-x-
**GWAK.**
A slow, rhythmic suction pulled Leon from the edges of sleep. His body stirred, warmth pooling low in his belly as a slick, velvety pressure enveloped his cock.
'Hmm... Something's squishy. Wet. Feels too damn good.' He thought in his mind as a lazy smirk curled up on his lips.
**GWAK-GWAK.**
The pace quickened, each greedy pull sending sparks up his spine. His hips twitched instinctively, seeking more of that delicious and wet warmth. "Fuck, is someone sucking my-?"
**GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK.**
Leon's eyes flew open immediately.
Olga knelt between his thighs, her lips stretched around his shaft, her tongue a wicked tease against the throbbing tip. Every bob of her head sent a shockwave of pleasure through him, her mouth a tight, wet heaven. Strands of her hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, her eyes glazed with hunger as she worked him relentlessly.
**GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK.**
"Well, hello, darling," Leon spoke, his voice deep with sleep and lust.
Olga's only response was a muffled "Mnfff- Mnfff-Mnffff~ Mnnffff~", her throat vibrating around him as she took him deeper.
"Yeah, whatever you are saying... I think I like it." Leon replied with a smile.
On the other side, Elis withdrew her hand from Leon's, her mana transfer complete. "My mana is full now, Master," she stated, her tone neutral, detached.
Leon barely looked at her. His focus was split between Olga's vaccum like mouth and the absent-minded question he tossed Elis' way: "When's your next evolution, Elis?"
"Six to ten days, Master. If I maintained my mana to full." Her reply was clinical.
"Right." His fingers tangled in Olga's hair, urging her down further.
**GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK.**
"Fucking Hell-how are you doing that with your tongue ? It's like your tongue is grasping around the tip of my dick and giving it another blowjob." he groaned. The way she swirled it, flicked it, pressed it flat against his sensitive underside. It was as if she was a master of blowjobs.
Olga's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Mnffff- Mnnffff- Mnnfff- Mnnfff~" She tried to speak something but no words came out again.
"Yeah. Just like that." Leon spoke as he completely ignored her and his grip tightened on her head.
He couldn't resist-he thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt in her throat. She gagged, but her nails dug into his thighs, begging for air.
The pressure coiled, white-hot. "Shit-Olga, I'm gonna- His warning came too late. With a ragged groan, he came hard, pulses of cum flooding her mouth and throat immediately.
**GULP-GULP-GULP**
She drank all the cum down greedily, her throat working perfectly, not a drop was wasted. When she finally pulled off, a lewd string of saliva and cum connected her sweet pink lips to his still-hard cock. She licked it away slowly, then smirked up at him. "*Hah*... that was really Delicious. I didn't knew a men's milk was so tasty."
Leon chuckled, breathless. His gaze trailed lower. "Well, well... Look at the mess you made." The stone floor beneath Olga glistened-her love juices had pooled there, thick and undeniable.
A single, glistening strand of her own slick stretched between her pussy and the floor, proof of just how much she'd enjoyed herself.
"Well... I couldn't control my pussy. When I drank your milk, it was as if my pussy was going crazy and it started leaking." Olga spoke with a smile as she started rubbing her wet pussy in front of Leon, her huge ass-cheeks hovering over the ground.
*Grab-Grab*
"Well... Time to pay for what you have done to my dick, don't you think?" Leon asked with a smile as he grabbed both of her boobs and pulled her forward, his cock sliding over her face and nostrils.
"Anhhh~ I am ready to take the full responsibility of My master's big cock, that I made hard.
Oh, I am sorry... I meant my pussy will take all the responsibility for the huge cock that I made hard." Olga spoke as she gave a kiss on his dick's tip.
*Chuu*
"You dirty talking, slutty Cum-Dump..." Leon spoke with a smile as he immediately tore open her bodice.
*Teeaaar*
"Anhhh~ Master, I only had that one." Olga spoke with a smile as she intentionally jiggled her boobs in front of Leon.
*Boing-Boing*
"Anhhh-Anhhh~ would you look at that, Master? My boobs are jiggling so much." Olga spoke with a perverted expression as she looked at Leon while biting down on her pinky finger.
'How did she get so good on seducing? Was she getting shy at first? Well, who gives a fuck? I have a dumb slut, who knows how to please her master' Leon thought for a second as he grabbed both of her nipples and pulled them towards himself really tight.
*Pull-Pull*
"Annnnhhhhhhh-Masterrrrr- don't pull my breasts like that~" Olga moaned loudly as she closed her eyes and rubbed her pussy even faster, her juices whirling around like crazy on the floor.
"Stupid slut, you were the one who told me to take care of your jiggling boobs and you are rubbing your pussy like some broken bitch.
I didn't knew you were such a slut when I first fucked you." Leon spoke with a smile as he looked at Olga, while poking her nipples with his index fingers.
"Annnhh~I learned all this from Reina, Master." Olga spoke as she looked at Leon.
"Wait, What!?" Leon asked with a smile as he immediately turned his head around and noticed Reina hiding behind the bed and watching all this from a distance while she rubbed her own pussy.
"Hyaa-" She made a weird sound and immediately turned her face the other way.
"You are still rubbing your pussy... Your ass is so high up that the bed can't hide it. Come here." Leon spoke with a smile as he inserted his cock in between Olga's tits and started giving himself a boob-job.
"Umm... Should I move my boobs up and down?" Olga asked as she looked at Leon.
"Yes, Use your hands to squeeze my your boobs as much as possible around my cock, while moving them up and down slowly and keep talking like a broken slut." Leon ordered.
"Yes, Master... Please keep fucking my clevage as much as you want with your huge cock." Olga spoke with a smile as she wrapped her boobs around Leon's cock tightly and moved them up and down.
Meanwhile, Reina walked upto Leon.
"Remove your clothes and masturbate... Let's see how well you do it." Leon spoke with a smile.