Leonel appeared on the top of a tall mountain. Ahead, there was a beautiful woman. She had short-cut crimson hair and a body that rippled with the lithe muscles of a fit female.
Her figure was slender, but it almost exuded a sharpness that seed to pierce through the air again and again with just the slightest of movents.
At the mont, she wore probably the skimpiest things she could get away with: a cloth band across her chest and a pair of shorts with pant-holes so loose that her sharp movents exposed the simple black panties beneath.
It was a truly beautiful sight… one marred by the lecherous man standing not far from her.
Leonel's lip twitched when he saw Nilrem "guiding" Emna. This old man really left him speechless sotis.
There were many won in this world, many of whom ca from the human settlents that Leonel had taken in. So when he caught Nilrem having sex, he wasn't too surprised.
But now he was suddenly hoping that that woman hadn't been Emna.
This obviously wasn't because of jealousy. Leonel only had eyes for one woman, and he could care less about what others did with their ti… or rather, most others.
Emna had a special place in Leonel's heart because she was the first person he had seen after he decided to be a King that he was deadset on making his General. Even Elthor hadn't been given such treatnt from him.
Back then, he and Aina had been with Valiant Heart Mountain to enter an exchange with a few other organizations in the region. Emna had been a mber of the Crimson Hall.
The mont he saw her, he had seen her talent. And having just exited the Valiant Heart Zone where he decided he definitely wanted to be a King, he had had it on his mind to start building the foundation of his Kingdom as well.
In fact, Leonel had never stopped helping Emna. Of everyone, he probably supported her growth the most even though he had yet to use her in combat.
Ever since he t Raylion and took over the organization the latter had created for him, he had been pouring a ton of resources into her.
If this shaless master of his ruined everything, he would throw him off a cliff.
But it was hard to neglect the fact that Emna had definitely improved greatly under Nilrem's tutelage. The old man was lecherous, but at the very least he was helpful.
Unfortunately, as lecherous as the old man was, Leonel also clearly rembered the first impression he had of him.
Nilrem, or rather Wise Star Order back then, was definitely the most handso man he had ever seen. And that made him too good at fooling innocent won into his bed.
It would have been better if he really was an ugly old man with sparse hair.
He couldn't let Emna be one of his victims. If his general beca useless because of a broken heart, he'd definitely have to deal with this old man.
"What do you think you're doing to my General, old man?" Leonel hopped down and landed near them.
Emna blinked, having only just noticed Leonel's appearance. She gave him a nod and then continued her boxing routine without missing a beat.
"What's that supposed to an, brat? Can't you see I'm guiding her progress?" Nilrem scoffed.
"My Generals are off-limits, lewd bastard. You're not allowed to lay a hand on her."
"Hohoho, are you making her part of your harem? My bad, my bad."
Emna almost tripped and fell when she heard this. She was usually a stoic woman, but how could she not react to such a thing?
She turned back, giving the both of them wary looks. But Emna was still Emna, even with such a suggestive conversation going on, she didn't seem to realize how suggestive her form of dress was.
"I only have one wife and will always have one wife," Leonel shook his head.
"Then stop being so stingy, shooshoo."
Emna's sharp gaze landed on Nilrem. At that mont, there was a hole cut through the lower half of his robes.
"Hey! Hey!" Nilrem hopped out of the way. "Little beauty, you've been training for too long. If you don't learn of the other pleasures of life, you'll never get over your bottleneck."
Emna gave Nilrem a glance and then ignored him again, continuing her combat routine.
Leonel laughed.
Technically, Nilrem was right. Emna was facing much the sa problem as Ary, but she was also more flexible than Ary was.
Seeing her now, Leonel realized that he was being too obtuse by labeling her as a saber wielder. She didn't even have a blade in her hand right now; she was only using her body.
However, battle was all she had ever known. Sotis looking at the world from a different perspective could help greatly.
Emna's path was far more complicated than Ary's. Leonel couldn't just guide her with a few words, and she had to rely on herself. That said…
"He is right, you know." Leonel said with a laugh. "How about it, Emna? Do you have a boy you like? I can pretty much play God in this place."
Emna faltered again, this ti glaring at Leonel and forcing him to hop out of the way before a blade sliced at him too.
Leonel laughed. "I can set you up on a blind date. I have soone in mind. Well, he technically has a fiancée, but I doubt she's in the picture anymore. Your kids would be little monsters."
"Really, you can be with anyone but this womanizer here," he hooked a thumb toward Nilrem.
Emna rolled her eyes and ignored the two, continuing her combat routine.
"Seems your charms are dulling, old man," Leonel said with a laugh.
"More like you didn't manage to trick the little beauty into your bed. Maybe I should tell your wife about this."
"You wouldn't dare," Leonel said with narrowed eyes.
Nilrem laughed into the skies. He had finally found Leonel's weakness. It should have been obvious long ago.
However, he didn't get to laugh for long before he was suddenly sent flying off the mountain.
"You forgot I'm God here, old man! Have a nice fall!"
Leonel exhaled a breath and smiled, turning back to Emna.
"Ready to battle?" Leonel asked.
"Any ti," she replied coolly.
"Good."
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