All MILFs are Mine Chapter 315: Let’s Change Classes

The royal carriage rolled steadily toward the Royal Castle, with Adwin seated in utter silence, his face twisted in deep fury...

Dreulis occupied the seat opposite him, gazing intently at Adwin while the fire in his eyes danced faintly.

"What happened, Adwin? You haven't uttered a single word since that kid put you in your place," Dreulis said with a taunting edge to his voice.

"That sneaky little liar. He had the nerve to deceive me right in front of all those nobles, and then he had the audacity to threaten me while riding in my very own carriage.

I'm the ruler of this damn kingdom. I've been battling long before that boy even drew breath. He believes he can intimidate me with his hollow words."

Adwin shot back, his features etched with stern resolve.

"Hollow words? He merely laid out your present circumstances. He revealed the facts and warned you against turning him into a foe.

It's not as if he's powerless... That boy wields spells I've never encountered in all my years, and if you think it through... He actually did you a service by slaying that Merlin demon and destroying the demon village without costing a single soldier's life.

You waged war and came back without any casualties thanks to him, so acknowledging a debt to him isn't such a huge issue."

Dreulis countered.

"Since when do you defend youngsters who are barely out of diapers?" Adwin inquired, his face serious as he fixed his gaze on Dreulis.

"He took down one of the most elite demon generals, whose soul had been pulled from the realm of the damned, and if you'd faced him in that fight, do you realize how slim your odds of victory would have been?" Dreulis pressed.

"I'd have struck down the feeble demon right away, leaving no room for him to call forth Ragal from the-"

"That's just empty boasting... You wouldn't have escaped that pact circle unscathed; you'd have suffered severe wounds, and deep down, you know it.

He's a formidable figure, and having him as an ally isn't a poor choice. But making him your adversary would be disastrous. Especially when the hellfire begins to pour from the skies... You'll want every defense available."

Dreulis responded.

"Haa... Alright, I'll mull it over." Adwin said, letting his rage subside.

"Don't delay your decision too much... For now, I'll be on my way." Dreulis announced, rising from his position.

"Where to? I'll dispatch carriages to escort you straight to the mage tower myself." Adwin offered, looking puzzled.

"It's been too long since I've explored fresh magic beyond the usual spells and incantations. I think it's high time I ventured out to examine some new forms of magic." Dreulis explained, lifting his wand and gently pressing it against the carriage floor.

All at once, a glowing blue magic circle materialized beneath his feet.

"You're heading to his dungeon, right?" Adwin questioned, eyeing Dreulis closely.

"Got an issue with that?" Dreulis replied.

"No... I- Just pass along that 'I owe him one' and show him how to tone down the arrogance." Adwin stated evenly.

"I don't instruct people, Adwin. I offer guidance; whether you heed it is up to you. Now... Farewell."

*Tap*

Dreulis struck his wand against the magic circle once more and vanished from the carriage in an instant.

*Swish*

......

Within the Dungeon, First Floor...

Leon stepped inside, and every torch along the walls burst into flame right away. He removed his mask, only to find Elis positioned directly before him, offering a respectful bow.

"Welcome back, Master." Elis said in an even tone.

"Hello, Elis... Where's everyone else? They haven't returned yet?" Leon asked, his face showing confusion.

"We're here, Master." Fruela's voice suddenly echoed from nearby as the first floor's torches ignited at once.

The area brimmed with wooden furnishings; scattered logs of shaved wood and various tools lay about.

Elegant wooden cabinets featuring regal patterns lined the walls, next to a grand dining table surrounded by seven splendid wooden chairs, along with numerous other wooden creations.

Standing before him were Fruela, Dusk, Rees, and Enid.

"We welcome you, Master." They all declared together, bowing deeply to Leon.

Leon grinned, accepting their homage with a nod.

"That's enough with the bows; now we need to sort out some strategies. Rees... You mentioned those Voo-Doo magic techniques earlier. I want to master them, so we'll begin in two hours—get everything ready as needed. Got it?" Leon directed.

"I'll set up the circles and wooden magic dolls at once, Master." Rees affirmed, then swiftly tapped 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 party.

I'll arrive there in one hour, and you had better extract the name of whoever that bastard serves."

"As you command, Master." Fruela acknowledged, turning sharply and leaving the floor.

"Enid... Do as you please; I don't mind." Leon said, gesturing toward her.

"Well, I'd love for you to fuck my pussy, Mast-" Enid began, loosening her bodice to expose her cleavage.

"No. Later." Leon cut in, keeping a firm expression.

"Aww... Okay, can I cultivate some devil seeds on the seventh floor?" Enid inquired, her face neutral.

"What's that?" Leon asked, puzzled.

"It's a kind of demonic plant that-"

"Yeah, that's sufficient... Elis, prepare the suitable environment for plant growth on the seventh floor and escort her there." Leon instructed.

"Yes, Master." Elis replied, snapping her fingers sharply, and Enid disappeared from the floor.

"Dusk, you can rest now." He commanded.

"As you wish, Master." Dusk answered, descending the stairs.

"Good... Time to switch my class to Dark Mage... Hehehehe." Leon mused inwardly, a wicked grin spreading over his features.

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