All MILFs are Mine Chapter 334: You aren’t from around here

Sephir Kingdom, front gate...

Two human guards were dozing off in their chairs at the Kingdom’s front gate.

*Zzzzzzz*

*Zzzzzzzzz*

However, their naps were cut short.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A loud explosion sent both of them tumbling from their wooden chairs.

*THUD-THUD*

"W-What happened?" one of them stammered, a look of confusion and fear on his face.

"I-I don't know..." the other replied, his expression mirroring the first.

"Hmm..? What's going on here? I thought I heard explosions." Suddenly, an old man with long white hair and elven ears materialized near the gate.

His face was obscured by his lengthy hair and beard, and he held a notable cane in his right hand, adorned with a golden bracelet.

"Elder Morin... T-There was an explosion, and we were just about to investigate... w-what was going-"

"He did it..." Morin intoned, immediately pointing his cane towards Leon, who was approaching the Kingdom’s gate.

"S-Should we apprehend him, Elder?" the guards inquired, their faces etched with bewilderment and fear.

"Isn't that what you're trained for?" the Elder retorted, his gaze fixed on Leon.

"Y-Yes... Elder, but-"

"Are you the elder?" Leon's voice suddenly boomed, much closer than expected. As Morin turned his head, Leon was already standing directly before him.

"W-What the-?" The guards grew even more terrified and bewildered, observing how Leon had covered such a vast distance in mere seconds.

"My name is Elder-"

"Morin... I know." Leon responded with a grin, as a semi-transparent screen materialized in Morin’s view.

[Name: Morin L. Grey]

[Class: Mage]

[Race: Half-Elf]

[HP: 70,000]

[MP: 80,000]

[Description: Morin L. Grey is a scion of the seventh generation of the Sephir kingdom. He has devoted himself to studying magic from ancient texts penned by his forebears, all while concealing his identity as a Half-Elf.]

"How about we retire to my residence for a chat... Mister?" Morin proposed, glancing at Leon.

"Leon... Leon Luster."

"Please, follow me... Mr. Luster." Morin gestured, commencing his walk into the kingdom.

Upon entering the kingdom, Leon was struck by the unnerving quiet within; only a sparse handful of individuals meandered through the streets.

"An awfully quiet kingdom during the day, hmm?" Leon queried, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"We don't adhere to the passage of time here... That is an artificial sun, and the atmosphere consistently remains this way. These inhabitants are unaware of this fact. However, once every four to five years, individuals like yourself are summoned here from the outside world. Through that tree..." Morin explained in a measured tone as they continued their stride.

"I presume you harbor no fondness for these people..." Leon inquired with a smile.

"They are people... It is simply that they invariably meet their demise in their attempts to escape." Morin replied impassively.

"I see." Leon responded neutrally as Morin halted before a dwelling.

The house was modest, constructed entirely of stone, including the roof, with the exception of the door.

"Please, enter." Morin invited, stepping inside.

Leon followed him and secured the door behind him. But upon turning around, his eyes widened in sheer astonishment.

The structure, which had appeared as small as a single room from the exterior, was cavernous within, dwarfing a guild hall.

"Space expansion magic..." Leon murmured softly.

"Indeed." Morin confirmed, proceeding to the southern corner of the chamber. He retrieved a wooden chair, wiped it clean, and placed it near a wooden counter.

He then moved toward the counter, where numerous white bottles lined a shelf.

"Do you partake in spirits, Mr. Luster?" Morin asked, extracting a bottle from the shelf and pouring the translucent liquid into two wooden mugs.

"You produce alcohol here?" Leon questioned, a look of surprise on his face.

"This kingdom boasts a history exceeding a millennium, Mr. Luster. We engage in all the same practices as you do out there." Morin elaborated, sliding one of the wooden mugs towards Leon.

*Slideee*

Leon caught the mug, his gaze meeting Morin's with a smile. "I've yet to hear the reason for your animosity towards those who arrive from the outside."

Morin lifted his mug, took a sip of the liquor, and placed it back on the counter.

"Because they perpetually fill my people's minds with notions... Malicious notions." Morin stated, his eyes fixed on Leon.

"What sort of malicious notions?" Leon inquired, appearing perplexed.

"Tales of how they slay monsters for sustenance, and the perpetual enmity between Elves and Humans in the world beyond. How magic is a benevolent force capable of easing our lives." Morin recounted in an irate tone, taking another draught.

"Why speak of magic? You yourself employed it here, did you not?" Leon asked, a smile playing on his lips as he raised the mug and took a sip.

*Sip*"Amazing... This is truly remarkable," he remarked, a grin spreading across his face. "I presume you possess prior knowledge regarding this kingdom's location, don't you?" Morin inquired, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps I should venture a guess? My initial thought is that it might be situated within a Realm Hold Dungeon," Leon responded, a playful smile gracing his lips. "I've only encountered two individuals who deduced this information independently, and you are one of them." "And who might the other person be?" Leon probed, his smile unwavering. "My father... He was transported here, fell in love with my mother, and I was born-" "Hold on a moment... You omitted a rather significant detail. What you intended to say was, 'Human Mother,' correct?" Leon interrupted, his smile morphing into something more sinister. "H-How could you possibly know that!?" Morin exclaimed, his confident tone replaced by bewilderment. "You're not entirely an elf... You're a blend of Human and Elf. A half-elf, to be precise," Leon stated with a smirk. Abruptly, however, he lost all sensation in his body. 'What the-!?' {Paralysis has befallen you}