Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 496: A parting gift...

Morning sunlight poured into the guest chambers, bathing the room in warmth. Brandon, standing by the bed, finished dressing, adjusting his collar and rolling his shoulders. The night’s rest had left his muscles feeling pleasantly loose. A soft knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” he called.

The door creaked open, and Amelia entered, the small wooden box held carefully in both hands. Her morning gown was simple, and her blonde hair was neatly braided. Though her hazel eyes sparkled, a subtle nervousness tinged her demeanor, masked by a polite smile.

Brandon turned fully toward her. “Amelia.”

She approached, offering a farewell. “Sir Kael, I wish you good luck on your journey.”

His smile softened. “Thank you, Amelia. We’ll be heading west soon. I hope the journey won’t be too lengthy.”

Amelia nodded, her grip on the box tightening slightly. “I… I brought something for you,” she confessed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she extended the box.

Brandon accepted it with surprise. Upon opening it, he discovered a beautifully crafted quill with a dark feather and a small ink bottle.

He looked up at her, genuinely touched. Amelia met his gaze, her blush deepening. “Um… if you happen to have free time, please send letters.”

“I understand that you and Lady Rheanne will be traveling extensively, clearing towers and dungeons across the empire and beyond. The road can be quite lonely.”

“And… I thought it would be nice to receive word from you occasionally. To know you’re doing well. How your journeys are progressing. If you are safe.”

“You don’t need to write back often. Just… whenever you have a moment. I would like to know you are alright. And perhaps… share a little about the places you visit and the world beyond these walls.”

She glanced at the box, then back at him, a small, hopeful smile gracing her lips. “It’s nothing special, I know. But I wanted to give you something useful.”

Brandon regarded the quill and ink, then Amelia herself. He closed the box gently. “Thank you, Amelia. This truly means a lot. I will certainly write when I can. And I promise to tell you about the places we go.”

Amelia’s face lit up. “I would like that. Very much.”

With that, she gave a slight bow. “Then I shall take my leave. May the sun shine brightly and guide your path.”

As she departed, he mused, staring at the closed door, “Sun, huh… yes, Rheanne mentioned the reverence for the sun and the land.”

“It seems after her ascension to godhood, people began to worship her.”

Following Rheanne’s ascension, the veneration of the sun gradually transferred to her. She had become a living legend…

Looking at the wooden box in his hand, a smile touched his lips. “…Damn these Bleaufort women.”

Just then, the door opened, and Rheanne entered. “Shall we depart, Kael?”

He turned to her and nodded. “Yeah…”

They proceeded together towards the balcony. Rheanne extended her hand slightly; Brandon took it, and together they ascended smoothly into the air above the castle grounds.

A gentle breeze enveloped them as they climbed higher, the expansive castle and the capital city of Eurasania sprawling beneath. Gazing at the vast sky ahead, Brandon let out a soft sigh.

“I wonder what lies ahead now…”

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Two years had already elapsed since that moment—

*THOOM*

A colossal, bear-like aberrant crashed onto the forest floor. The impact sent a violent shockwave rippling outwards, splintering nearby trees and erupting in a chaotic spray of dirt and broken branches.

“GRAARGHHHH!” it bellowed in agony, rolling erratically and smashing through multiple trees before coming to rest against a massive oak.

“Is that the best you can do?”

Brandon stepped into the clearing, his chest bare, black hair tousled by the wind. Sweat gleamed on his toned, battle-hardened physique, accentuating the well-defined muscles of his chest, shoulders, and arms. Two years had sculpted him noticeably.

He advanced toward the fallen aberrant. The creature snarled, attempting to rise, but Brandon was already upon it. With his bare hands, he seized one of its colossal arms, yanking with sheer power. The aberrant roared as it was hoisted from the ground and slammed back down, cracking the earth below.

Brandon sidestepped a desperate claw swipe, then delivered a potent punch to its flank, sending the creature skidding across the clearing and crashing into another tree. *BOOM*

The unnatural creature lunged once more, but Brandon easily sidestepped the attack. He seized the aberrant's arm as it swung, using its own forceful momentum to hurl it over his shoulder.

With a deafening BOOM that echoed through the trees, the aberrant crashed into the ground, dislodging leaves from the surrounding branches.

It attempted another assault, but Brandon swiftly brought his elbow down onto its face, shattering it.

"GR-"

Before the creature could even utter a sound, Brandon followed through with a devastating downward punch.

His fist made solid contact with the center of the aberrant’s chest.

CRACK

The beast’s entire form was momentarily lifted from the earth before it was violently propelled backward through the air, smashing through multiple trees in its path.

The aberrant tumbled uncontrollably, its massive body disintegrating mid-flight.

Its form exploded in a gore of mangled flesh, and silence once again enveloped the forest.

A short distance away, leaning against a tree trunk, Rheanne silently observed the entire battle.

'His progress has been astonishingly rapid...'

In the two years since they had exited the Dead Clock Spire, Brandon had undergone a profound transformation.

He still carefully managed his ether, seldom employing it for anything beyond minor enhancements or recovery processes.

More often than not, he engaged in combat relying solely on his physical prowess, his sword, and his sheer skill.

Nevertheless, his physical strength had developed to a monstrous degree.

Without expending vast amounts of ether, his body had successfully adapted through the relentless, brutal training and continuous battles.

Even without ether augmentation, he could now overpower creatures that, just two years prior, would have required considerable power to defeat.

Rheanne's gaze narrowed slightly. 'If we were to fight without ether... he would emerge victorious in a purely physical confrontation.'

She remained the significantly stronger ether user by a wide margin... but in a direct contest of sheer physical might, speed, and refined technique... Brandon had indeed surpassed her.

It was undeniably impressive.

She pushed herself away from the tree and walked towards him, remarking, "You allowed it to thrash about for too long before finishing it. A more precise chokehold would have concluded it more swiftly."

Brandon turned to face her, a slight grin playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah. I was merely toying with it a bit. Didn't want to damage the forest excessively."

She let out a soft, amused chuckle and responded, "This is the final monstrous entity in this dungeon. Shall we depart?"

"Mhm..."

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Brandon guided a sturdy chestnut horse at a measured, unhurried pace, holding the reins casually in his grasp.

Rheanne sat behind him, her arms lightly encircling his waist to maintain her balance.

Her fingers gently stroked Brandon’s hair, weaving through the dark strands. "How much longer do you intend to let your hair grow?" she inquired softly.

His black hair had lengthened considerably, now falling just past his shoulders in a tousled, wind-swept style.

Brandon turned his head slightly, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. "It's a good length as it is now. I find I rather like it."

Rheanne smiled faintly from behind him. "It certainly suits you."