In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 150: [ - - ] - The aftermath (Part - 2)

Leo lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Seraphine was curled up on the bed beside him, her arm wrapped his chest. Exhaustion had finally claimed her.

But Leo couldn’t sleep.

The throbbing pain in his arm was a reminder that without the system, he was just a guy from Earth, who ended up in this abnormal world.

He missed Aiva.

He missed the passive radar that warned him of danger.

He missed the feeling that no matter the situation, he could make it.

He lay there for hours, watching the moon track across the sky through the window.

And he did not how much time passed, but sometime deep in the night, maybe three or four in the morning, he heard the door handle turn.

Leo’s hand snapped to the dagger he had rested on his chest. He held his breath.

The door opened silently. A figure slipped in.

"Master!" a soft voice whispered, "It’s me."

It was Shadow.

She wasn’t wearing her usual, tight leather outfit. She wore a simple grey long dress that hung off one shoulder, revealing the pale skin marked by old scars.

Her hair was loose, and her face was covered in her usual veil. Under that dull moonlight, she looked smaller, almost fragile.

She walked slowly towards the bed and when she was close enough, she knelt on the floor, by his feet

But she did not speak.

"Shadow?" Leo whispered, relaxing his grip on the dagger.

"I am sorry master! I failed you," she spoke in her barely audible voice.

"You did more than enough," Leo said, "You held the hallway."

"But one still managed to hurt you," she whispered. She touched her own shoulder, where a bandage mirrored his own, "If Lady Seraphine hadn’t used the crossbow... If she’d been a second slower..."

Words died in her throat as she looked up, her dark eyes shimmering with a sudden, glassiness. A single tear broke free, tracing a path through the grime on her cheek.

"I swore to be your shield," she choked out, "And I let you bleed."

Leo sat up, wincing as his stitched arm protested the movement. He reached out with his good hand and lifted her chin.

"Look at me."

She met his gaze, her expression full of self-loathing.

"You didn’t fail," Leo said firmly, "You fought odds that would have made anyone else run away. You faced elite killers and you are still standing. That’s not failure, Shadow. That’s loyalty."

He moved his hand from her chin to cup her cheek. Her skin was cool. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes, a shudder running through her frame.

"Right now, I can only rely on you," Leo told Shadow, "I am just a man who can die at the snap of the fingers of those who want me dead. And I have too many of them."

"I can’t do this alone. I need you to be my shield. Can you do that?"

Shadow’s breath hitched. She opened her eyes, and the fierce determination in them burned through the tears.

"I will never let another blade touch you," she swore, grabbing his hand and pressing it to her cheek, "I will die first. I promise."

"Let none of us die," Leo said. He pulled her closer. She climbed onto the edge of the bed, curling up against his chest, "Let us go for the kill instead."

Leo wrapped his arm around her, resting his chin on her head. He was sandwiched between Seraphine and Shadow.

Surrounded by his women, Leo finally closed his eyes.

Morning came with a grey, overcast sky that matched Leo’s grim determination.

He woke up with a stiff neck and a throbbing arm, but his mind was clear.

He checked the reboot timer.

[System Reboot: 08:15:20...]

Eight hours left.

He looked around and saw that Seraphine was still asleep, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Shadow was awake, her eyes open and alert, watching the door.

"Morning," Leo rasped.

Shadow smiled, a small, rare thing. "Morning, Master."

Jut then, the door to the room opened and Belladonna walked in.

She hadn’t slept all night, but she looked sharp, and dangerous. She took one look at the bed where Leo entangled with Seraphine and Shadow and stopped.

Her eyes narrowed. A flicker of genuine jealousy crossed her face, tightening her jaw. She looked like a wolf who had found someone else eating from her bowl.

"You guys are getting cozy," Belladonna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Leo sat up, gently moving Seraphine aside. He stood, wearing only his trousers, the bloody bandage on his arm a stark contrast to his pale skin.

"Don’t be sarcastic, dear," Leo shook his head, "Now be a cutie and tell me how you spent your night."

Belladonna tore her eyes away from the bed. She straightened her posture, slipping back into her role.

"Well, Volkov indeed sent his men," Belladonna said with a smirk playing on her lips, "And they saw what we wanted them to see."

"I had Bane burn the dead bodies of the assassins in the training grounds. We moved crates out the back gate under cloaks."

"I even made them fly a few rumours."

"What are they saying?"

"They are saying the Bandit Slayer is dead," Belladonna said, "And his lieutenants are looting the treasury and preparing to run."

"I have also sent Malcom to look for Caelum." Belladonna told Leo, "We can’t forget about him."

"Perfect," Leo grinned. It was a cold, hard expression, "Volkov will be celebrating."

"He will be relaxed," Belladonna agreed, "Probably planning his victory speech."

"Are the men ready?"

"Fifty Blackfang elites," Belladonna said, "They are already in the courtyard. One word and they are ready to burn the town for you."

"No burning. Not yet," Leo said. He walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, grabbing a fresh black shirt. He struggled to pull it on over his bad arm.

Belladonna watched him struggle for a second, then walked over. She batted his hand away and helped him guide the injured limb through the sleeve.

"You should ask for help."

When the shirt was on, she didn’t step back. She stood close to him, her hands resting on his chest, adjusting his collar. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face.

"You slept with them," she murmured, so that Shadow wouldn’t hear.

"I slept," Leo corrected, "We all slept."

"Well, I was working," she said, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "While you were cuddling."

"You were protecting us," Leo said. He caught her hand and kissed the palm, "Once this is all done, I will take you out in the town. Only you, and me."

Belladonna shivered slightly at the contact. The jealousy didn’t vanish, but it transformed into something hotter, sharper.

"It’s a promise," she whispered, "Just give the order, Master. And I will carve a path straight to Volkov’s table."

"Good," Leo said, stepping back.

"Let’s go ruin his celebration."

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