All MILFs are Mine

Kiren's blade pressed coldly against Leon's throat, her eyes narrowing as the steel glinted under the morning light.

"How do you know about my frozen mana nerves ?" she asked, her voice firm and tinged with suspicion, her grip unwavering.

Leon remained perfectly calm, showing no signs of concern or fear in front of the blade. "I know many things," he replied with a calm, measured smile.

Her blade didn't move for a long moment. "You have three seconds to tell me who you really are, or I'll cut your throat right here.

I am not joking and I really don't care about what happens to me after this."

"I'm the butler of Sir Justin Weaver, from the weaver household." Leon answered evenly, his tone utterly neutral.

Kiren studied him carefully, her brows drawn together, before she slowly lowered her weapon. "The Weaver household... Just stay away from me. I don't have anything to do with the Weaver household and neither do I want any extra trouble. So keep your distance from me kid."

She turned and began walking away, but Leon's voice stopped her again. "I can cure your frozen mana nerves if you want."

Her steps halted. She didn't turn around immediately, but when she did, there was a new edge to her gaze. A curious one.

"You think you're the first to say that ? Dozens—no, hundreds of healers, mages and even god worshippers—have made that same promise. They all failed in the end. Every single one saying that I can't be cured without killing me.

I don't even know why I'm explaining this to someone like you. You're just a butler. Leave me alone if you are only saying these things for some money." She spoke with a disappointed expression while turning around.

"I don't want money in return," Leon said with a slight shrug. "Just a few favors. Say seven of them."

Kiren raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "If you can really heal me, come to the Vanguard mansion with the cure in hand. Only then will you earn any favors from me and me only, not my house."

"Seven favors remember that," Leon replied casually. "And I want to be able to ask for anything. No restrictions."

She gave a dismissive wave. "Whatever. Do what you want. I am going."

As she strode away again, Leon's lips curled into a small smirk. 'Rees mentioned something about curing mana nerve damage once. I'm sure he's got the solution I need.

She is a good investment... If I can cure her, she will definitely become the next successor of the vanguard family and I will gain some more favours.' He thought with a smile.

---

Stepping back into the crowded training grounds, Leon scanned the area thoroughly. Dozens of soldiers and knights-in-training filled the circular yard, some sparring with wooden weapons, others polishing steel swords or resting.

But the problem was that there were many blonde female knights on the ground and all of them were beautiful.

"Okay... Let's do this." Leon spoke as he cracked his fingers.

*Crack*

His gaze sharpened as he began methodically inspecting every blonde female in sight.

<Inspect>

[Name: Helen]

...

"No."

<Inspect>

[Name: Kelo]

...

"Nope."

<Inspect>

[Name: Amelia Ford]

...

"Bingo. Found you."

Leon's attention immediately snapped to the girl standing near the edge of the field.

[Class: Charmer]

[Race: Human]

[HP: 700/700]

[MP: 350/350]

[Description: Amelia is a Charmer capable of manipulating men to follow her every command through the use of her special charm skill.

She currently has Jim Weaver under her control and leveraged this manipulation to become a knight feom the Weaver household.

Despite her low level, she can charm targets twenty levels above her own using a special Artifact.]

'Unbelievable. The second son's charmed by a manipulative blonde bitch. The third son is a drunk and the fourth son has been getting poisoned for who knows how long. And this is supposed to be the kingdom's one of the most important noble family that deals with all the information ? What a complete joke.

How are they so weak ?' Leon thought with a confused expression.

He then walked forward, but before he could approach her directly, two guards stepped into his path.

"Where are you going, kid ?" they asked in perfect unison, their tone firm and alert.

"I need to speak to madam Amelia Ford. I carry an urgent message from Master Jim."

Before either could object, Amelia's voice rang out clearly from behind. "Let him through. I want to see his face."

The guards obeyed instantly, stepping aside. Leon walked past them, his eyes narrowing as he observed their eyes glowing slightly pink at her command.

Leon ignored that for now and turned his attention to Amelia.

Instead of training like the others, she was lounging on a bench, staring into a small mirror while applying some glossy, jelly-like paste to her lips.

"So? What's the message ?" she asked flatly, not even sparing him a glance.

"Master Jim has summoned you, ma'am. It's urgent. Please come with me right now." Leon spoke with a serious expression.

That got her attention. She lowered her mirror and fixed him with a suspicious glare. "That's not possible. Jim doesn't summon me. I go to him. Who are you really ?"

"I'm the butler of the Weaver household, ma'am. I do not lie." Leon replied with a neutral expression.

She stood abruptly. "If this is a trick—and I know it is—you'll regret it. Understand me, butler ?"

Leon immediately lowered his gaze, pretending to be feared by her. "I-I understand, ma'am."

"Good. Then let's go." Amelia spoke as she immediately started walking towards the exit.

As they left the grounds, the guards returned to their training.

'So she is controlling these stupid fucks to do her bids.' Leon thought as he looked at the guards.

Leon stayed close behind her, keeping his expression blank as they exited the training grounds and arrived at a place where there were no people.

---

They hadn't walked far when Amelia suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Alright. Who really sent you ?" she asked again, her tone sharp.

"Master Jim—"

"Don't insult my intelligence stupid fuck. I ordered him never to summon me. He obeys my every word.

So stop lying. Don't want to tell me the truth ? That's fine. I'll make you talk." She placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, her voice growing sultry. "Now... look into my eyes and imagine us together on the bed."

Her irises pulsed with an eerie pink glow.

[Warning: You are under the skill 'Charm'.]

[Note: Effect negated — user feels no affection toward the caster.]

As soon as these notifications appeared in front of Leon, he laughed in his mind.

'Who could've thought that my MILF kink would save me fromthese bitches.' Leon thought while keeping his expressions neutral.

"Picture me undressing you," she whispered. "Sliding over your chest, licking down to your waist..."

Leon blinked once, then calmly turned his head—and spat on her hand.

"Hwaaaak Thua."

She recoiled instantly. "Ew! What is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!"

"Because your little spell doesn't work on me, slut," Leon said coldly as he looked at Amelia.

Her eyes went wide with disbelief. "W-What…?"

"I know exactly what you are. And now, I'm going to expose you to everyone in the Weaver household. I wonder how long you'll live once they realize what you've done." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as he started walking towards the mansion.

Amelia's voice cracked. "You think Jim is the only one I control? I have people behind me. Powerful people. If you expose me, you'll be dead within the day."

Leon's expression didn't waver. "Great. You have people behind you, Shouldn't you just bend down then ?"

"You fucking brat-"

Before she could respond, a purple blade touched her throat from behind.

"Master. Shall I kill her?" Fruela's voice was quiet and deadly serious.

Leon smirked. 'Good thing Fruela was standing outside the dungeon and requested to come with me, when I brought Kai back.'

He stepped closer to Amelia. "Now, what were you saying again ?"

She trembled. "I-I was kidding. Y-You're the most handsome man I've ever seen. Please, don't kill me. I-I'll sleep with you... I-I will sleep with both of you! Please, I-I know so many secrets! I'll tell you everything!

Please don't kill me... I beg you please."

Leon sighed loudly. "God, shut up. How can anyone talk so much, so fast ?"

"S-Sorry," she whimpered.

He looked around. No one was coming.

"Let's start with something small. Tell Jim to go to Emilia's room and fuck her."

Amelia's mouth fell open. "Jamie's wife ? You're insane."

"Yes, I am."

"That's impossible. If he touches another woman, the charm breaks immediately." Amelia explained.

"What ? How long have you had him charmed for ?" Leon asked.

"T-Two years."

Leon blinked again. "You've had him charmed for two years, and he hasn't touched anyone else?"

"N-No."

'What kind of twisted bitch is she ?' Leon thought, baffled. 'Oh well... Better for me.'

"Just get him to her room. I'll handle the rest."

"W-Will you let me go after that?" she asked.

"No. One more task, then maybe. If I feel generous," Leon said with a dark smile.