All MILFs are Mine - Chapter 272: Rio’s Vision

Chapter 272: Rio’s Vision

Fifteenth Floor, Dungeon

“Dusk, Fruela… come in.” Leon’s calm voice echoed across the chamber as he placed his hand against his chest and whispered—

<Minor Heal>

A deep green light pulsed beneath his skin, rippling across his body in slow waves. His throbbing veins settled, his strained joints relaxed, and his heavy breathing steadied.

“Hah…” Leon exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. He tilted his head and cracked his neck.

Crack–Crack–Crack.

The sound echoed in the silent training room.

“Elis said you have some news?” Leon asked, turning his gaze toward Dusk.

Swish.

In a blur of motion, Elis materialized before him and bowed deeply. “Master… please, take a seat.”

She raised her hand, and the entire room shifted. The shattered stone dummies vanished in an instant, their fragments melting into the ground. A massive throne of stone rose in their place, sculpted intricately with rune-like lines running down its arms.

Leon smiled faintly. “Thank you, darling.”

He sat down upon the throne, resting his arm casually over one side as his piercing eyes settled on Dusk. “Go on.”

“Master,” Dusk began, lowering his head slightly, “I followed the messenger to the Royal Castle gates. However, multiple protective arrays prevented me from entering further. But…” His tone deepened. “I saw something interesting.”

Leon’s brow arched. “Interesting?”

“The messenger who was supposed to report back to King Adwin handed all the information he had to a guard at the castle gate,” Dusk explained.

Leon’s expression darkened. “What?”

“As soon as the guard received it, he pretended to take a break and went inside,” Dusk continued. “A few minutes later, I saw him writing something on a small piece of paper. He then slipped it to a maid entering through the kitchen’s back door.”

A slow grin crept across Leon’s face. “Well… isn’t that interesting.”

“Should I capture the guard and bring him here, Master?” Fruela asked, her tone cold, sharp, and ready.

Leon shook his head. “No need. For now, I’m focusing on getting stronger. There’s a royal function tomorrow evening — I’ll attend, and both of you will accompany me. We’ll deal with him afterward.”

“You’ll need royal attire and a proper carriage in order to attend that, Master, right ?” Dusk added respectfully.

“Yeah,” Leon said evenly. “I was already thinking of doing a bit of shopping. I only have three pairs of clothes.”

“Shall I accompany you, Master ?” Fruela asked, smiling softly.

“Sure, if you want to.” Leon replied simply. He rose from the throne and walked to the pile of training clothes discarded near the wall.

’This technique isn’t a simple one,’ he thought grimly. ’The more I practiced, the more disappointed I felt. It stopped registering after the 768th attempt. After that, I was just slashing the dummies with brute force… even the mana threads holding Nyxter’s blades together began to loosen on the hit.’

He sighed and began dressing, his movements slow and deliberate due to the fatigue debuff. Once his shirt was buttoned, he looked toward the wall where Nyxter’s blades were still embedded.

Leon raised his hand.

Crack–Crack–Crack–Crack.

Each blade vibrated violently, breaking free from the wall before shooting toward him.

Grab.

Leon caught the hilt mid-air, and one by one, the other pieces magnetized and clicked into place, reforming the complete weapon.

When he looked at its edge, his expression hardened. The blade was chipped, cracked, and worn thin.

“Fucking hell…” he muttered. “Now I’ll have to go to him again.” He sheathed the sword quietly, the scabbard swallowing the damaged edge.

“Master, shall we go?” Fruela asked, standing ready.

“Yes.” Leon placed a hand on her shoulder, and in the next moment—

Swish.

They vanished.

—

First Floor

A sudden breeze rippled through the first floor as Leon and Fruela reappeared on the staircase.

Step–Step–Step–Step.

Their footsteps echoed softly as they began walking toward the exit, but before they could reach the door—

Swish.

Elis appeared in front of them and bowed immediately. “Master, the children on the seventh floor request to see you before you leave. They said it’s urgent.”

Leon thought for a second then spoke. “Wait for me.”

He vanished instantly.

—

Seventh Floor

Swish.

Leon reappeared in the chamber filled with soft torch light. Rio, Klause, and Yuna lay resting on their beds while a few small slimes busied themselves cleaning the floor, walls and ceiling of the chamber.

“What do you want to talk about?” Leon asked, his tone neutral. “And this better be important. I don’t like when people stop me before going out.”

Rio sat up, his expression calm yet serious. “Mr. Leon… when you reach the Fourth Street, look above for a red sign. Turn left there — you’ll see a man sitting inside a shady alley. He’ll have various artifacts spread out in front of him most of them useless and fraud things. Buy the fourth item from the right in the last second line.”

Leon blinked. “You saw a vision?”

“I saw several,” Rio said confidently. “And when you appeared, that slime on the left wall was sitting on the fourth brick — exactly as in my vision. That confirmed this vision that I am telling you right now.” he spoke pointing towards a slime that was cleaning the left wall. “That’s why I asked Miss Elis to call you. You should hurry before the vision changes.”

Leon looked at the slime curiously, then back at Rio. “Alright…” he said simply, before vanishing again.

Swish.

Klause leaned back, arms crossed. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing ? Your powers in the hand of a wrong man can do evil things.”

Rio smiled faintly. “That man is no ordinary human. If you want to survive the war… stay close to him.”

Klause frowned. “What war?”

Rio’s smile faded. “I don’t know. But it’s coming. I can see some of it.”

Klause sighed. “Hah… as always, your words confuse me more every time you speak.”

“If you two didn’t shut up and let me sleep… I will give you a punch to the face, each.” Yuna spoke as she closed her eyes once again.

Both of them stopped talking immediately.

—

Royal Castle — King’s Chamber

The tall windows of the King’s chamber glowed orange with the candle light. King Adwin sat relaxed on his ornate chair while Dredis knelt before him, his head bowed.

“What?” Adwin asked with a grin. “He threatened to blow up the entire Human Kingdom?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Dredis replied stiffly.

Adwin leaned back, smiling faintly. “Hah… interesting. Tell me, Dredis — do you believe he’s capable of doing it?”

“I–I can’t say for certain, my lord,” Dredis stammered slightly. “But when I looked into his eyes, I saw no hesitation. He… might truly have the resources to do it.”

The king’s expression hardened slightly. He turned toward the window, watching the horizon. “Very well. Keep watch on that dungeon. No humans are to enter without my permission. I won’t risk my kingdom on curiosity.”

“Yes, my lord.” Dredis bowed once again.

“Dismissed.”

Dredis rose and left the chamber quietly, the heavy doors closing behind him.

Adwin stood by the window, his reflection faint in the glass. His smile returned, faint and amused.

“Whose side will you stand on Michael Jackson ?” he muttered under his breath.

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