"Now," Leon commanded as he deactivated his skill, Mana Thread.
"Yes, Master." Elis nodded and poured a massive wave of mana into the magic circle beneath her immediately.
The array blazed to life in a dazzling light blue hue.
Leon shielded his eyes with one hand. As the brilliant light dimmed, he blinked slowly and lowered his arm.
What greeted him next was... a sight.
All the dark elves were on all fours—backs arched, their round asses raised high in the air, facing Leon directly.
"Well... That’s one hell of a view," he smirked, his eyes shamelessly looking at the wobbling curves in front of him.
"Wait—did it actually work ?" a male’s voice came from behind.
Leon immediately turned to see Rees, Fruela, and Jennifer standing just behind his throne.
"Hello, darling," Leon said, flashing a grin at Fruela.
"Master," Fruela responded with a respectful bow.
Leon turned his gaze back toward the elves—only to find the view gone. They were now upright, clothed in proper dresses and gowns, no longer the tattered rice sacks they were wearing at the slave trading firm.
"Fuck man... Why do I have to look away ?" Leon spoke in a low voice as he looked at the Elfs. Their confused eyes met his as they stood silently.
"Do we have to live here ?" Guren asked with a confused expression, glancing around the room’s interior and two girls who were sleeping in one corner of the room.
"No. You’ll live on the fifth floor," Leon answered immediately, then he turned and looked towards Rees. "You’ll stay on the sixth floor—directly above me, and below them."
"...That’s weird. Feels strange hearing my name after all these years—wait. I never told you my name," Rees said, narrowing his eyes. "Are you reading my mind?"
Leon tilted his head with a confused. "Do you even have one to read ?"
"I don’t have a physical brain, but—damn it. I’m going to my floor," Rees muttered in frustration as he turned and walked toward the room’s exit.
As he passed the gate, he caught sight of Elis standing near the gate.
"Whoa... A Dungeon Core in human form," Rees murmured, stepping toward her slowly.
"Hello, Dungeon Core." He spoke with a fascinated voice.
Elis simply looked at him, her expression unchanging.
"Stay away from her," Leon said flatly as he looked at Rees.
"F-Fine, it’s not like I am stealing her." Rees backed off immediately and exited without another word, making his way toward his assigned floor.
’Interesting... He built a vertical dungeon instead of spreading it horizontally. Makes it harder to detect due to minimized surface presence. Clever bastard... I might actually learn something here. Maybe even build myself a new Necroheart.
But, How did he know my knowledge ?’ Rees thought as he ascended the stairs with a confused expression.
Back in the throne room, Leon turned toward the elves still lingering.
"What are you standing around for? Go on. The temperature down here’s good enough for sleep, right?" he asked.
Without hesitation, all the dark elves dropped to their knees and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Sir," they all said in unison.
"Thank you again, Master. We’ll never forget your hospitality," Fruela added, bowing even lower.
Leon gave a dismissive wave. "Fine. Go, Go... I will take care of your food tomorrow."
"Yes, Master as you say," Fruela replied, and with that, the elves made their way toward the exit.
Leon rose from the throne with a stretch and walked over to Elis.
"I’ll be leaving too, Elis. I’ll return the mana you used today—tomorrow," he said.
"As you command, Master. I will await your return," Elis replied, bowing respectfully.
"Take me out," Leon ordered as he immediately disappeared.
Leon reappeared at the entrance, his legs instantly buried in thick snow.
The cold slapped him in the face like a hammer and a deadly chill ran down his spine.
"Fucking hell... Adaptive Body," he grunted as he activated the skill. In an instant, the chill vanished from his muscles, his body adjusting as though the cold had never touched him.
A wicked smile tugged at his lips.
"Time to get buried in MILFs, hehehe..." he muttered, yanking his legs free from the snow and breaking into a run toward the village.
Fifteen Minutes Later — Vernon Village Gate
Leon strolled up to the gates. The two guards were curled up in leather blankets, snoring peacefully while snowflakes dusted their faces.
’Hah... What can I say ? A hoard of monsters can just come in fuck up the village and go.’ Leon thought as he passed them and headed straight toward his house.
The village was quiet—eerily so. Not a single lantern burned outside, except for one: the chief’s residence. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
Leon reached his home and found Dusk curled in front of the door, his head resting on his paws.
"Hello, Dusk, having a good sleep ?" Leon asked with a grin.
"Hm...? Oh—Master." Dusk immediately stood and gave a small bow.
"Why are you outside?" He asked with a smile.
"I went in earlier, Master. But after checking on your family, I decided to keep watch out here. They’re... getting really worried about you."
"I’ve been gone for nearly two days. Of course they’re worried," Leon said softly, and walked up to the door.
Step-step-step-step-step.
He heard hurried footsteps inside.
The door swung open—and there she was.
"You’re back..." Elaine whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Hello, Mom," Leon said, smiling gently.
"Come here," she choked out and pulled him into her embrace, burying his face in her huge, soft and fleshy boobs.
Leon grinned like a pervert.
’Now this... this is the warmth I want.’
He wrapped his arms around her waist, then slid them lower—grabbing both of ass-cheeks and squeezing with open affection.
His face nestled between her tits, rubbing into her cleavage like a man reclaiming his throne.
"I’m home... Mom," Leon murmured, his voice muffled against her breasts.