All MILFs are Mine Chapter 315: Let’s Change Classes
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
The royal carriage steadily advances toward the Royal Castle, where Adwin remains completely hushed within, his countenance marked by intense fury...
Dreulis occupies the seat right across from him, his eyes locked on Adwin as the fire within them pulses faintly.
"What occurred, Adwin? You've been utterly silent ever since that boy cornered you like that," Dreulis remarked with a taunting edge.
"That deceitful little brat. He had the audacity to deceive me right in front of all those nobles, and then he had the nerve to intimidate me while lounging in my very own carriage.
I'm the ruler of this damned kingdom. I've battled endlessly since the day that child first drew breath. He believes he can intimidate me with mere hollow warnings."
Adwin responded, his face stern and unyielding.
"Hollow warnings? He merely outlined your present circumstances to you. He simply revealed the facts and urged you against turning him into a foe.
It's not as if he's powerless... That boy wields sorcery I've never witnessed in all my years, and if you consider it rationally... He truly aided you by slaying that Merlin fiend and obliterating that demon settlement without a single soldier of yours perishing.
You waged war and came back with no losses thanks to him, so acknowledging a debt to him isn't such a tremendous burden." Dreulis countered.
"Since when do you defend youngsters who just arrived on the scene?" Adwin inquired gravely, fixing his gaze on Dreulis.
"He vanquished one of the most elite demon commanders, whose essence was called forth from the realm of the cursed, and if you'd faced him in that clash, can you even fathom your odds of emerging victorious?" Dreulis pressed.
"I'd have struck down the feeble demon at once, denying him any opportunity to invoke Ragal from the-"
"That's mere bravado now... You wouldn't have escaped that binding circle unscathed; you'd have suffered severe wounds, and deep down, you realize it.
He's a formidable individual, and having him as an ally holds clear advantages. Yet, making him an adversary spells disaster. For when the infernal blaze descends from the skies... You'll require every defense at your disposal." Dreulis stated.
"Haa... Alright, I'll mull it over." Adwin conceded, tempering his rage.
"Don't delay your deliberations too much... Well, I'm off now." Dreulis announced, rising from his position.
"Where to? I'll dispatch carriages to escort you straight to the mage tower myself." Adwin offered, puzzled.
"It's been ages since I've encountered fresh enchantments beyond the usual spells. I reckon it's high time I venture out to explore other forms of magic." Dreulis explained, lifting his wand and gently striking the carriage floor.
Abruptly, a azure magical array materialized beneath his feet.
"You're heading to his dungeon, right?" Adwin questioned, eyeing Dreulis.
"Got an issue with that?" Dreulis shot back.
"No... I- Just relay to him that 'I owe him one' and instruct him to dial back the arrogance." Adwin said evenly.
"I don't instruct anyone, Adwin. I offer counsel; whether you heed it is up to you. Now... Farewell."
*Tap*
Dreulis struck his wand against the magical array once more and vanished from the carriage in an instant.
*Swish*
......
Within the Dungeon, First Floor...
Leon stepped inside, and instantly, every torch along the walls burst into flame. He removed his mask, only to find Elis positioned directly before him, offering a respectful bow.
"Welcome back, Master." Elis intoned calmly.
"Hello, Elis... Where's everyone else? They haven't returned yet?" Leon queried, brow furrowed in bewilderment.
"We're here, Master." Fruela's voice suddenly echoed from nearby as the first floor's torches ignited all at once.
The area brimmed with crafted wooden pieces: furnishings, trimmed logs, and scattered implements lay about.
Ornate wooden cabinets boasting regal patterns lined the walls, beside a grand dining table accompanied by seven splendid wooden seats, plus various other wooden creations.
Before him stood Fruela, Dusk, Rees, and Enid.
"We welcome you, Master." They chorused together, inclining their heads toward Leon.
Leon grinned, accepting their deference.
"That's enough with the bows; time to organize some strategies. Rees... You mentioned those Voo-Doo spells earlier. I must master them—we'll begin in two hours; gather what you need. Clear?" Leon directed.
"I'll set up the arrays and wooden magic figures right away, Master." Rees affirmed, then promptly rapped his wand on the floor and vanished.
*Swish*
"Fruela... Head to floor fourteen and interrogate that guard Dusk and Enid seized at the Royal Castle gathering.
I'll arrive there in one hour, and you'd better extract the name of whoever that bastard serves."
"As you command, Master." Fruela acknowledged, swiftly pivoting and departing the level.
"Enid... Do as you please; it doesn't matter to me." Leon declared, gesturing at Enid.
"Well, I'd prefer you to ravish my core, Mast-" Enid began, unlacing her top to expose her ample bosom.
"No. Later." Leon stated flatly.
"Aww... Okay, may I cultivate devil seeds on the seventh floor?" Enid inquired impassively.
"What's that?" Leon asked, perplexed.
"It's a variety of infernal flora that-"
"Yeah, that's sufficient... Elis, arrange the conditions for plant growth on the seventh floor and escort her there." Leon commanded.
"Yes, Master." Elis responded, snapping her fingers sharply, and Enid promptly faded from the level.
"Dusk, you may retire to rest." He instructed.
"As you desire, Master." Dusk agreed, descending the staircase.
"Excellent... Now, to switch my class to Dark Mage... Hehehehe." Leon mused inwardly, a wicked grin spreading over his features.
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