Chapter 29: Hot Milf With Killing Aura
Obeying the orders, the guards started changing the teleportation gate coordinates to a new place.
Shadow went in the gate. Before he could react, the world folded inward.
Light swallowed everything and he realized, he was now in a completely different place.
When his vision returned, the first thing he noticed was the smell.
Clean wood. Ink. A faint trace of something floral drifting through the air.
Shadow blinked once.
He stood in an office.
A large desk occupied the center of the room, its surface neatly arranged with documents and a single elegant pen placed with precise care. Behind it, a wide window overlooked a bustling city. People moved below like currents, their distant noise softened by the height.
Chairs were placed across from the desk, positioned for visitors.
But Shadow’s attention didn’t stay on the room.
It shifted.
Because someone else was there.
A woman stood behind the desk, watching him.
She looked to be in her late thirties, yet nothing about her felt diminished. If anything, her presence carried a sharpened edge that came with time.
Her crimson red hair flowed down in layered waves, styled like rising flames. It framed her face and drew attention to her cold, calculating eyes.
Her skin was pale and smooth, nearly flawless under the light.
And her body...
Her black dress clung tightly to her curves, the fabric stretched across her chest in a way that suggested it was doing its best not to give in. Each subtle movement caused a slight shift, as if the material itself was struggling to keep everything contained.
Her hips curved outward with a natural fullness, leading into a rounded, well-shaped backside that filled the dress in a way that made her silhouette impossible to ignore. It wasn’t exaggerated. It was simply... there.
Confident. Heavy. Controlled.
Shadow’s gaze lingered for half a second longer than necessary.
That dress is fighting for its life.
What a beautiful creature.
Her eyes never left him.
She wasn’t admiring him.
She was studying him.
"Tell me what happened."
Her voice cut through the silence—cold, sharp, and direct.
Not a request.
An order.
Shadow tilted his head slightly.
"Who are you exactly?" he asked calmly. "And where am I?"
He didn’t move. Didn’t lower his guard.
Authority meant nothing if he didn’t understand it came from who
A brief pause followed.
"I’m Yeldez," she said. "Leader of the Stormwatch Guild."
Her tone remained steady, controlled.
"You’re in the city of Balen. This is the main branch."
She gave him just enough information. No more.
Then her gaze sharpened slightly.
"So tell me. In detail. What happened."
Shadow went quiet.
Shadow sighed internally. Here we go. The ’tell me everything while I already assume you’re lying’ phase.
He then stepped into the role.
"Our group consisted of ten hunters," he began, his voice steady but slightly lowered. "All F-rank. Our leader was E-rank."
He let a small pause settle.
"We entered the dungeon expecting a normal dungeon clear."
Another pause.
"But something was wrong."
Yeldez didn’t interrupt.
"The goblins weren’t scattered," Shadow continued. "They were gathered. Organized."
He watched her reaction carefully.
"We found their nest. A village."
His expression darkened just enough to sell it.
"They had taken the group before us."
A brief pause.
"To use them."
Another pause.
"To eat... or worse."
Yeldez’s expression shifted immediately, disgust flashing across her face.
Shadow noticed.
’Good.’
"The boss was different," he continued. "Peak F-rank. But it wasn’t just strength."
"It gave orders."
He lifted his gaze slightly.
"Like a commander."
Yeldez’s fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
Thinking.
"There were more than sixty goblins," Shadow added quietly.
His voice dropped.
"I still don’t know how we managed to survive."
A pause.
"How I managed to survive."
Silence filled the room.
Then Yeldez moved.
She stepped away from the desk, each movement controlled and deliberate, until she stood less than a meter away from him.
Close enough for him to feel the pressure of her presence.
’...Personal space is just a myth here apparently.’
Then.
"That," she said softly, "is exactly what I’m asking you."
Her eyes locked onto his.
"How did you survive?"
Shadow felt it.
The shift in tone.
The pressure behind her words.
"According to your file," she continued, lifting a document slightly, "you’re a newly awakened F-rank mage."
A slight tilt of her head.
"With dual affinity. Water and fire."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Rare. Specially this combination of fire and water magic, super rare, but not enough."
The air grew heavier.
"It doesn’t explain how you survived something an E-rank veteran wouldn’t."
She wasn’t guessing.
She was probing.
Shadow let out a quiet breath.
Then spoke.
"To be honest... that’s not entirely accurate."
"I was evaluated recently, yes. But I’ve been using magic long before that."
A small pause.
"And we didn’t survive because of me."
He looked up slightly.
"It was Mike, our leader."
He let the name carry weight.
Shadow thought briefly. Yeah, let’s give the dead guy some credit. He earned it more than I did.
"He held the boss back. Gave us time."
"We focused everything we had on it."
A pause.
"It worked."
His jaw tightened slightly.
"But the rest of the goblins..."
He exhaled slowly.
"They didn’t let us walk away."
Silence followed.
"They killed and injured the rest of the group, we barely survived. Then they sent me to get help but... They’re gone now"
Another pause.
Yeldez studied him closely.
Too closely.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Assessing.
Shadow met her gaze.
And casually squinted back at her.
For a brief moment, the tension cracked.
Yeldez paused.
Then straightened and returned to her desk.
"Something is missing," she muttered. "I just can’t put my finger on it."
Shadow remained silent.
Internally, he was already on his nerves.
’Why don’t you shut the fuck up and let it go already’ he cursed inwardly.
’...At this point she’s just suspicious of oxygen in the room.’
"Based on your file," she continued, flipping a page, "you have no known family. No origin."
Her voice lowered slightly.
"So for now, you’ll stay here."
A pause.
"Unless there’s something else you’d like to tell me."
Shadow felt it again.
Her aura.
Heavy. Dangerous.
Completely beyond him.
Fighting her now wouldn’t even be a fight.
It would be a mistake.
’Well, guess I won’t have to explain to Marta and Gregor how their son died.’ he thought.
"I’ve told you everything," he said calmly.
A brief pause.
"Alright."
"Talia." She called a name.
The door opened almost immediately.
A girl entered.
Around his age.
Wearing a maid outfit that looked far too formal for someone like her.
She stood straight, almost unnaturally so.
"Yes, Lady Yeldez."
Shadow glanced at her.
’...She definitely practiced that.’
"This is Shadow," Yeldez said. "He’ll be staying with us for the time being."
"Take care of his wounds. Handle his needs."
A slight pause.
"I’ll need him later."
Shadow frowned slightly.
"What exactly do you—"
He didn’t finish.
Because Talia grabbed his arm.
And started dragging him out.
"Hey—wait—"
"No questions," she said quickly.
"Or you’ll ask too many."
"...That’s literally the point ."
"You’ll still ask them."
"...Fair, but why do i feel judged by someone my age"
The door shut behind them.
Silence returned to the room.
Yeldez stood alone.
She turned toward the window, her gaze drifting over the city below.
For a moment, her expression softened.
"Is this fate...?"
Her voice was quieter now.
"To finally find someone like him..."
Her hand clenched slightly.
"I hope they were right."
A pause.
"I hope I can still save her."
Outside, the city continued moving.
Unaware of what was happening inside.
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