Gripping his sabers, Leonidas walked forward, his gaze lit ablaze once again.

The commoners split out of Leonidas’ way. Though Anabel wanted to ask Leonidas if he was alright, she suddenly found herself apprehensive about coming forward.

It wasn’t until Leonidas stood at the stairs leading up to the walls that everyone realized what he wanted to do.

“Apostle Leonidas!”

It was the voice of Deacon Bruthers. But, Leonidas continued forward as though he hadn’t heard it at all, making it to the top of the walls, his fury still blazing.

A wall of Paladins blocked Leonidas’ path forward. However, he simply pointed his blade forward, a menacing light reflecting off of them. No one had forgotten that this very same blade had cut down Lower Ogres like weeds.

“Get the fuck out of my way, or I’ll cut you down like I did them.”

With these words, there was already no doubt about what Leonidas wanted to do.

However, how could the Rardins just allow him to target one of their Apostles so freely?

Even trembling in fear before Leonidas, the Paladins didn’t dare to move and clear the path for him.

“Mage Leonidas, is there some sort of misunderstanding here? We are in the middle of a war, this isn’t time for infighting,” Averit said slowly.

Leonidas didn’t respond.

Under the astonished gazes of those watching, he directly slashed outward, taking the heads of two Paladins in a single swing.

No one thought he would really attack. Even the Paladins before him had rationalized their safety in their minds. However, Leonidas had caught them all off guard.

“Leonidas!” Deacon Bruthers’ voice boomed.

The Deacon was truly infuriated. Slighting the Rardins was one matter, but ignoring his presence and authority was a completely different circumstance all to its own.

Leonidas kicked the corpses off the wall, taking another step forward.

Most of those on the wall were just archers to begin with and weren’t adept at close combat. When the commoners among them saw Leonidas continuing to walk forward, they scrambled off to the side, finding ways and methods to climb down from the walls as best they could.

The expression of Averit and Oudin darkened. That was two more Paladins falling at Leonidas’ hands, meaning they had lost three investments thanks to just one man! If the Siris family was included, their losses were even worse!

Milon had a look of horror on his face. The idea that Leonidas could dodge one of his strongest Blessed attacks within 50 meters shook him to the core.

In that range, he should have been practically invincible. Unbeknownst to him, a seed of fear had been planted in his heart, and it all started with that single stomp and roar that destroyed a troop of Lower Ogres.

“Apostle Leonidas, I would advise you to rein in your temper, or else we will not take responsibility for what happens next!” Averit warned with a stern voice.

When the two Healers saw that Leonidas didn’t seem to be listening to them at all, their expressions darkened.

“Block this mindless beast,” Oudin ordered.

As he spoke, he pulled out a flute from his hip, blowing a low and sustained note.

The wind shifted, the flute beginning to glow as a halo of light enveloped three Paladins.

Much like the Mage and Fighter Classes had their various paths to take, so too did Healers. There were three Promotions beyond the status of Healer presented upon becoming a Deacon: Monk, Cleric and Bard.

It was clear at a glance that Oudin was preparing himself for the path of a Bard, giving him access to Blessings that could buff his chosen targets. And, considering the targets were his own Paladins, the expenditure of Spirit was even less than usual.

A trio of spears surged toward Leonidas, finally forcing his forward momentum to stop.

Leonidas took a sudden step backward, his sabers crossing over and their fierce glow seeming to become all the brighter.

Leonidas’ gaze flashed, his sabers slashing outward and causing two three-meter-long, radiant blue scythes to cut through the air.

The eyes of those watching widened.

From the very beginning, Leonidas hadn’t displayed any long-ranged attacks. In fact, he battled no differently from what one would expect from a highly skilled Fighter.

He had lulled them all into a false sense of security.

This man before them wasn’t a Fighter, or even a skilled Fighter…

He was a Mage!

The Paladins panicked, but they quickly realized that Leonidas missed.

The blade scythes cut into the gate, slicing down as though it was made of butter.

The gate walls were only about five meters tall and constructed of hardly processed wood. In fact, they didn’t even dig as much as a meter into the ground, displaying just how shabby their workmanship was.

Compared to the gates the nobles had put up for themselves, these so-called defensive walls were nothing more than trash. And they soon proved that in spades when everyone realized that Leonidas hadn’t missed at all.

Leonidas’ cross attack had sliced the walls into four pieces. The two to the front and back were still fine. However, the two to the left and right…

The left and right Paladins found their footing wavering. Their eyes opened wide, their bodies crashing off to the side as they fell from the top of the walls along with their piece of the wall.

The final middle Paladin found herself facing Leonidas one on one, her body freezing and tensing beneath his crimson gaze.

In that moment of hesitation, she missed the flash of a red tail.

It swept at her legs, catching her at the ankle and sweeping her off her feet.

Soon, she found herself tumbling from the wall as well.

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Before Leonidas, just two meters away, Oudin stood with nothing more than Knights to protect him.

The Healer’s eyes couldn’t help but widen, his backward retreat already beginning as he forced his guards to take the vanguard.

Leonidas’ saber rose into the air, the radiant blue glow accumulating again. However, it didn’t take a genius to see that this glow was even fiercer than the last.

When Leonidas coated his blades to sharpen them, he used a minimal amount of Mana. But, if he wanted to strengthen a long-distance Mana Blade…

Averit’s brows shot up.

“Go and support Oudin! Now!”

Averit would never allow Deacon Bruthers’ action or inaction to dictate the life and death of one of their own.

The Rardins couldn’t afford to lose anything else, but a Healer was an absolute must-not.

However, before the Paladins could move, Leonidas had already sliced downward.

A shimmering blue scythe cut down. From curved tip to curved tip, it was at least three meters long, slicing along the length of the town’s walls and toward the Rardins.

It was right when Oudin’s heart had leapt for his throat that he realized the Mana Blade wasn’t aimed at him.

Milon was rooted in shock. He had found himself a place between Oudin and Averit, believing himself to be among the safest individuals here. But, the moment Oudin retreated, he was exposed to Leonidas’ wrath.

It was at the moment that Milon was nearly severed in two that a shadow with speed Leonidas could only track with his Mana Sense flashed up the side of the wall, pulling Milon out of the line of fire.

However, just when it seemed that Milon would get off unharmed, Leonidas’ gaze widened, forcing the Mana Blade to suddenly expand.

Milon’s arm was pulled through the air as he was whipped to the side, and that all but sealed his fate.

BANG!

The Mana Blade lost stability under Leonidas’ action, shattering into motes of sharp lights that jetted out in all directions. But, that very same explosion conveniently caused Milon’s severed arm to land in Leonidas’ palm.

A shriek left Milon’s lips, the pain and agony being carried forth with it and settling into everyone’s ears.

Deacon Bruthers’ gaze narrowed, his actions having been the one to save Milon from the fate of being severed in two. However, right this moment, his sunken eyes stared right at Leonidas, the oppressive might of his presence bearing down.

“You could probably reconnect this arm if I let you have it back, right?”

“Apostle Leonidas.”

Deacon Bruthers’ forceful cadence left no room for doubt, he was pissed.

“I’m not in the mood, Deacon. I think you know well exactly what happened.”

Leonidas’ words lacked any sort of respect that they should have held and only made Deacon Bruthers’ expression darker.

“We are in the middle of a war, and you’ve not only just killed two Paladins, but you’re also threatening to permanently cripple an Apostle after having already done so with another just days ago.”

“And?” Leonidas’ gaze landed on Deacon Bruthers. “Are you trying to say that any one of these people is more valuable than I am alone? Would the loss of any one of them match up to even a tenth of the losses you’d suffer if I died?

“I say that it’s better he never shoot another arrow again, lest he ‘accidentally’ almost kill someone else.”

Leonidas sheathed his final blade. In one swift motion, his claws were coated with Mana Blade once again and he shredded Milon’s arms to pieces.

“NO!”

Milon’s hysterics fell on deaf ears.

“… You’re truly testing my bottom line, Apostle Leonidas.”

“It’s not your bottom line people should be afraid to cross,” Leonidas’ low, rumbling voice crossed over the battlefield, rattling the hearts of everyone that heard it.

“It’s mine.”

Leonidas’ hands dripped with blood, a clump of mangled flesh falling from his hand and plopping down as he jumped down from the town walls.

Without another word, he took Anabel and Lady Eve to leave.

With his back turned to everyone, Leonidas’ rage faded as though it had never been there, his face as dull and placid as ever.

However, within his eye, there was the twinkle of a smile.

***

“You’re reckless!”

The door slammed shut behind Lady Eve and she began her tirade almost immediately. However, before she could say anything more, she found a tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace and sealing her lips.

Anabel gasped beside herself, her face being colored in a deep blush. She didn’t know whether she should stay or go any longer.

The living quarters they were in weren’t exactly small and they could be classified as luxurious. But, it was still basically one large room with well-designed walls. The only exception was the bathroom itself.

Lady Eve’s eyes had long since widened, a bolt of lightning descending down her spine and freezing her in place.

Leonidas was a complete mess. His fingers were marred by human blood, his body was covered in ogre blood, and the heat he gave off was like a sauna.

And yet, there was something about it that felt so primal, so intoxicating.

Lady Eve’s mind couldn’t help but go hazy for a moment before she weakly pushed at Leonidas’ chest, separating herself and allowing her mouth space to breathe in.

“I… I told you that we would only do it once.”

Hearing the sensual tone of Lady Eve’s voice, Anabel’s ears flushed completely red. She realized that she should probably leave, but a hand caught her wrist before she got the chance to take a third step toward the door.

“I want you both, are you going to deny me?”

Leonidas’ rumbling voice shook Lady Eve’s heart.

After tasting the sweetness of intimacy twice, Leonidas found that his appetite had opened up like floodgates. He seemed to be especially triggered by battle.

The heat within his body was heavy right now and he wanted to release it, and he didn’t believe that Anabel would be able to handle him alone.

Despite the fact he was legitimately asking, his tone made it seem as though he was commanding her. But, somehow, rather than being repulsed like she would usually be, Lady Eve felt a throb beneath her belt.

A strong hand grabbed her plump ass, causing her legs to tremble as she stood to the tips of her toes, her breathing ragged.

Anabel’s large brown eyes twinkled, the heat of the atmosphere getting to her as well.

She dropped to her knees and pulled at Leonidas’ pants.

Seeing what Anabel was doing, Lady Eve felt as though she had been trapped. The temperature seemed to rise when that raging rod was pulled out, the misty scent of lust, blood and testosterone oppressing her better judgment.

The low growl that Leonidas released when Anabel’s soft tongue licked at his cock’s tip was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Eve found her hands darting all across Leonidas’ body, her tongue enraptured by his mouth as she pulled his sabers off his back and revealed the toned outline of his torso.

Leonidas’ pleasure seemed to raise the heat of her body, and Anabel also responded to it all too well.

Swept up in the moment, Eve fell to her knees as well, relishing in the touch of Leonidas’ heated hand as he grasped her cheek.

A twin pair of lips kissed the tip of Leonidas’ rod, their wet and slippery tongues taking turns down the mast of his shaft, taking pleasure in edging him, in teasing him.

Eve was the first to take the full brunt of his member, wrapping her lips all the way around as Anabel ducked her head.

The petite brunette ran her hands down Leonidas’ inner thighs, and kissed and licked his balls, the strong masculine scent sending her head spinning off toward lands she had never experienced before.

Neither woman could stand the heat, shedding their clothes off one after another until they could finally feel that moistness between their legs.

From his view, Leonidas could see Eve struggling to take more of his cock down the length of her throat, her gaze misty and unfocused as she tried to look up at him.

The toned curve of her back down to the outrageously wide berth of her hips made his member thrum with pleasure. He could just barely see the separation of her ass cheeks, but the rest of what must have been a gorgeous sight was hidden from his view.

Anabel’s own back-view was no less enticing. She didn’t have Eve’s wide hips, but her bottom was no less firm and pert. While ducking down to gently caress and service his ball, he could just see the wink of her pretty pink asshole, waving about like the tail of an enchantress.

Eve’s head bobbed and rotated, her eyes watering every time she dug too deep, only for her tongue to swirl when she came back up for air. Her rhythm was relentless and she seemed to sway to Leonidas’ rhythm, the bestial, lustful look in his eyes as he looked down at her only making her more and more excited.

When she heard Leonidas growl again, she excitedly plunged in deeper, but this time, a hand pressed firmly against the back of her head, pushing her down further and further until all her airways were blocked.

Eve’s body convulsed, the faint connection she and Leonidas had through their union under Goddess Yves sending waves of feedback toward her.

Her fingers slipped into her pussy, a final glide and curl pushing her over the edge as a rush of thick, viscous liquid ran down the length of her throat.

“Fuck…”

The one who spoke was actually Anabel. Watching Leonidas finally release Eve, seeing her disheveled hair, the single line of glistening drool that connect her lips to his cock, the starry, hazy look in her eye…

She wanted it, she wanted to feel that.

A pair of strong arms lifted Anabel and Eve off of the ground. He carried their petite bodies without the slightest difficulty. Feeling their silky smoothness against his own skin, he couldn’t help but relish in it before plopping them down onto the large bed.

He pressed Anabel beneath him, placing a strong palm on her lower belly so that she wouldn’t run away from his mass.

Her body squirmed as she felt the tip split her, a spine-tingling moan echoing as he thrusted.

He pinned Anabel down with one hand and wrapped an arm around Eve’s waist with another, never missing a chance to grab onto her plump ass.

He was only just getting started.