"H-Headmaster..." Malkof's voice trembled as he immediately bowed, his face pale and taut with unease.
The headmaster stepped forward, calm and composed. "Mr. Malkof, I'd like a moment alone with your student. Would you mind leaving?"
Malkof nodded quickly, his movements stiff. "Y-Yes... Sir." He backed away, leaving the two of them alone immediately.
'Fuck... I hope that kid doesn't die by the headmaster's hands.' Malkof thought with a scared expression.
****
"Leon Luster, is that correct or am I mistaken?" the headmaster asked, his expression unreadable, one of his eye sharp as it stared at Leon from under his thick white brow.
"Yes, Sir." Leon replied plainly, his gaze steady.
The headmaster narrowed his eyes.
"Your expression.... It unsettles me. You're not afraid. Not of me, not of anything. Why is that, Leon Luster ?" The headmaster asked with a confused expression.
Leon tilted his head slightly. "Because if you wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead. That means, you want to have a talk with me."
There was a beat of silence.
Then the headmaster chuckled dryly, but his tone sharpened. "Hahahah, That sort of over confidence, Leon, will get you killed faster than you think.
I'm the headmaster of this academy. Any other commoner would be on their knees before me, trembling. You, however... You stare like we're equals."
"Kid, Remember... I am thousands of times stronger than you are." The headmaster spoke as he emitted deadly aura from his body.
'... his Aura is scary but not as scary as death.' Leon thought in his mind as he remained silent, his eyes blank, unyielding.
The headmaster sighed and turned away, folding his arms behind his back as he looked toward the sky, staring at the suns directly.
"I've read your papers. You entered this academy through a personal scholarship from the Sword Queen herself... Quite rare. That girl barely speaks and if she recommended you to the academy, you must be special,"
He paused.
"I was a commoner too, once you know. My journey was one of blood, grit, and sleepless nights."
'Why the hell is he turning this into a npc monologue?' Leon thought, his expression flat.
"When I faced the nobles for the first time, it was a war in silence-sneers, threats, politics. Every day was survival. I was terrified, but I never stopped climbing the stairs and-"
Leon raised a hand politely, "Sorry to interrupt, but... could we skip to the part where you tell me if I'm being expelled or not?"
The headmaster blinked. Then, he smiled-thinly. "Impatient, are we? Fine. Let's get to the heart of it and you are definitely not getting expelled." He turned to face Leon again.
"Leon Luster. If you plan to keep pulling stunts like what you did in the arena today... I'd advise you to become a noble." The headmaster spoke with a neutral expression.
"What?" Leon's brows furrowed as he looked at him with a confused and shocked expression.
"This academy is built on my blood and bones. I've kept peace between noble lineages and commoners for years.
Then you walk in and begin thrashing the sons of dukes and daughter of a seven star household. I can't allow that kind of disruption. I'm willing to offer you a one-star noble status. I'll even cover the fifty gold fee myself and you can increase the status of your family by."
Leon blinked. "I don't want it."
The headmaster's brows shot up. "What?"
"I said I don't want the noble status." Leon replied with a flat expression.
The headmaster's voice grew firm, perplexed. "Do you understand what I'm offering? Respect, protection, status. People will treat you differently from Commoner because you will become noble."
"How would they even know I'm a noble?" Leon asked, an amused smile twitching at his lips.
"You'll receive a certificate signed and stamped officially by the king himself-carry it, show it. It'll open doors for you to bigger opportunities.
You will able to do stuff without any Commoner interrupting you." The headmaster explained.
Leon tilted his head. "Did you carry yours around too?"
The headmaster snorted. "No. I was awarded my title after slaying a dragon in the northeast wood valley.
I built this academy alongside the best adventurers of that time kid. But even I knew better than to antagonize seven-star noble households."
"Then expel me if you're that worried about it, Leon said coolly. "I'm not interested in studying here that much."
The headmaster stared at him for a long moment. Then, he let out a tired sigh.
"I've tried my best with you, Leon Luster. My offer will remain, should you ever change your mind.
Come find me-if you survive that long, but I am not expelling you, Derisa has made that clear in her letter that you will ask for this, Hohohohoh..." He chuckled as his figure shimmered, vanishing with a swish of air.
Leon stood there for a second. "Well... that was weird."
He turned on his foot and started walking towards the exit gate of the academy.
****
"Oi, kid..." Suddenly, A low voice echoed behind him.
Leon turned and noticed a knight in polished silver armor stood tall behind him, his face unreadable under the helm.
"Master Blain requests your presence. Immediately. Follow me." The knight spoke in a serious tone.
'What the hell is happening today? Why is everyone so intrested in talking to me?' Leon groaned internally.
"Follow me, Fast" The knight didn't wait for confirmation as he started walking.
Leon sighed and fell in step behind him. "Who the hell is Master Blain...?" he muttered under his breath.
****
They walked through long, echoing halls before stopping outside a heavy wooden door.
It was a meeting room just under the arena.
"Inside," the knight ordered.
Leon pushed the door open and stepped into a lavish room. Seated inside were Wander Blain and his wife, sipping tea in absolute silence.
"What kind of commoner walks into a noble's room without greeting them properly?" Wander asked, a mocking smile on his lips.
Leon gave a curt bow, his face unreadable.
'What kind of stupid ass wants to meet you?' Leon thought in his mind as he checked out his wife and didn't find her much attracting as she was really skinny and had flat chest.
Wander leaned forward. "I'll be direct with this. I want you in my army. A knight serving at the southern border. Every three years, we promote talented soldiers to nobility. You've got the spark. Serve under me, and you'll have a real shot."
Leon began with a polite tone, "That's too great of an offer for someone like me, but I sincerely-"
"Cut the crap." Wander's eyes narrowed. "Your face is clearly not matching your words. Tell me the truth.
Why are you refusing?"
Leon looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm lazy."
Wander blinked. "What?"
"I'm lazy. Doesn't matter how good your training is. I'll still be lazy. You don't want a knight like me. I will just get my comrades killed in the battlefield." Leon replied with a straight face.
For a moment, silence hung thick in the air.
Then Wander laughed a deep, rumbling sound. "That's the dumbest but most honest answer I've heard in years. Fine. Go on. But don't forget... you just walked away from the chance to become a noble.
That's an opportunity that people die for kid."
Leon offered a sarcastic bow as he spoke in a low voice "I'll weep over it later in my room, Sir."
He turned and walked out after that.
*Click*
*Thud*
****
Back inside, Wander chuckled as he sipped his tea.
"What kind of kid turns down a noble title like that?" He asked with a smile.
His wife smiled. "Commoners these days... are getting dumber. Let's just enjoy the tea."
"Yes, Love."
****
Outside the academy walls, Leon headed toward Noble Street.
"I told Justin I'd come tomorrow... but might as well start early," he muttered, hands in his pockets.
"Time to become a butler and fuck some noble bitches, hehehe."
But as he walked, unseen eyes followed from the shadows.
"Is he the one?"
"Yes"
"He's just a boy."
"I want my revenge, I want him fucking dead."
"Fine. He'll be dead by sunset. Payment is standard. Do you want his head?"
"Yes."
"This is your final decision?"
"It is. Kill him."
****
Reynal Household, Veronica's Room
Veronica sat by the window, staring out with a pained look in her eyes and there was a big black book Lying in front of her.
A butler entered, pushing a trolley of snacks and tea.
"Ma'am? Is something wrong?"
She didn't look at him.
"I want a new summon... a Virin Snake."
The butler stiffened. "W-What? But that beast lives in the deepest parts of Vinceral Forest!"
Veronica stood, her eyes fierce.
"Pack my bags. I'm going. I need to prove myself... to Father. I will show him that I am the only one who deserves to sit on that throne."
-x-X-x-
On Noble Street, commoners were strictly forbidden-unless they were servants or merchants with business. This street was the pride of the kingdom, cleaner than any other, lined with immaculate marble tiles and perfumed flowerbeds.
All the noble families above three-star status lived on Noble Street, and this street was cleaner than the other streets.
At the start of Noble Street, there were two huge iron gates protected by two knights in shining armor.
'Well, well... Talk about discrimination. These guys have built a whole fucking area only for themselves in the middle of the kingdom', Leon thought as he walked up to the huge iron gates.
"Commoners aren't allowed in this area. Return at once," both of the knights spoke as they immediately stood up from their chairs and looked at Leon with serious expressions.
"I am here to visit the Weaver Household. Sir Justin Weaver has appointed me as his personal butler," Leon spoke with a confident expression as he looked at the guard with a neutral face.
One of the knights turned to look at his partner.
[Warning: You are under the skill (Truth's Judgement).]
'Truth's Judgement? Is he using some kind of lie-detecting skill on me?' Leon thought with a confused expression.
"Let him through", the other knight spoke with a neutral expression.
"Very well," his partner said as he opened the gates and let Leon through.
'An interesting skill. I should make one of those-' As Leon was thinking that, an idea came to his mind.
'Why haven't I made this skill until now?' Leon thought as he immediately used his skill.
[Please pick a name for the skill...]
"Mimic."
[Skill 'Mimic' has been created.]
[Rank has been settled to 'F' by default.]
[State the use of skill.]
"A skill that can only copy the non-damage-dealing skills of a target in sight and convert it into an 'F-ranked' skill.
Only a single skill can be copied at once inside the copy slot. The mana consumption to mimic and store a skill is very high, and the copied skill can only be stored inside the copy slot for 24 hours.
The skill can be leveled up, and as it levels up, one copy slot will be added," Leon spoke with a smile as he continued to walk forward.
[Processing...]
[Error: Skill's description doesn't match the Rank. Please try again...]
"Oh, well... I knew that was bound to happen. Glitch Point," Leon spoke in a low voice as he immediately activated his skill.
As soon as the skill was activated, two big red marks appeared over the screen, highlighting two sentence.
'24 Hours' and 'The skill can be leveled up.'
'I can take care of the time, but level up... If this skill doesn't level up, then... I will only be able to copy one skill and... If I think about it, it's better than nothing', Leon thought in his mind.
"Okay... The skill can be stored for up to 12 hours."
[Error: Skill's description doesn't match the Rank. Please try again...]
"Fuck... 11 hours."
[Error: Skill's description doesn't match the Rank. Please try again...]
"10 hours."
[Error: Skill's description doesn't match the Rank. Please try again...]
"9 hours."
[Error: Skill's description doesn't match the Rank. Please try again...]
"8 hours."
[Description has been accepted.]
[Please select the chant for the skill (Mimic).]
"Copy," Leon spoke with a smile.
[Chant 'Copy' has been selected.]
[Estimated mana cost to use the skill has been calculated: 900 mana/use.]
[Cooldown has been calculated: 10 minutes after every use.]
[Would you like to learn the skill or destroy it?]
'Oh... Such a low cooldown. I am in luck', Leon thought with an excited expression.
"Learn it," He replied with a smirk.
[Congratulations! You have successfully learned the skill (Mimic).]
Suddenly, Leon noticed a butler walking towards him with a bag full of groceries in his hand.
'Here comes the first test subject.' He thought in his mind as a smirk spread across his face.
"Copy..." Leon spoke in a low tone as he looked at the butler.
[Copying Skill...]
[1%... 33%... 100%]
[Successfully copied the skill (Swap)]
[Name: Swap]
[Rank: C(F)]
[Description: Can exchange the positions of two objects-one you hold in your hand and the other you select as the target.
Only objects with almost the same weight can be exchanged.]
As soon as Leon read the skill's description, his eyes widened in shock.
'Fucking hell... Now that's one overpowered skill. I should take a good look at this butler if I want to copy this skill agai-' As soon as he turned around to look at the butler once more, Leon noticed that he was already gone.
"Where the fuck did he go?" He murmured with a confused expression.
Leon then turned around and started walking forward once again.
'I should save this skill in order to use it at a useful time,' He thought in his mind as his steps came to a halt in front of a huge white-colored mansion.
In front of the house, there was a nameplate made out of pure gold that said, 'Weaver Mansion.
"Weaver Household," Leon spoke in a low voice as he started walking toward the mansion.
As Leon walked inside, he noticed a huge garden covering the front of the house.
There were many flowers in the garden, magical and ordinary ones.
As he continued to walk towards the main gate of the mansion, Leon noticed one more guard sitting there.
He was very muscular and wore a purple coloured dress, that had a 'W' imprinted on it's top left corner.
'Don't tell me the weaver Household has their own uniforms'. Leon thought in his mind.
"What do you want, Kid?" The guard asked with a neutral expression as he looked at Leon.
Without any delays, Leon used his skill on him.
[Name: Romas]
[Class: Swordsman]
[HP: 900/900]
[MP: 450/450]
[Description: Romas was an orphan when the leader of the weaver household adopted him from the streets and made him the guard of his house.
Romas is very grateful to the Weaver household and he can sacrifice his life happily for them.]
"Sir Justin called me to appoint as his butler." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.
"Hm...? I thought, you were supposed to come tomorrow?" The guard asked with a confused expression.
"My work finished early." Leon replied with a straight face.
"Very well... Let me inform, master Justin. You wait here." The guard spoke as he opened the gate and entered inside the house.
"Yes." Leon replied with a neutral expression and waited there.
****
2 minutes passed in silence and Suddenly the gates opened once again.
Romas exited from the mansion and looked at Leon with a neutral expression.
"Go from the backside of the house and you will see Merry there, she is Master Justin's personal maid." Romas explained.
"Ah... Thanks." Leon spoke as he immediately started walking towards the backside of the house.
As Leon passed through the garden, his eyes locked onto a woman crouched among the flowers.
Her tits were massive, barely restrained by the tight fabric of her dress, and her body oozed sex with every curve. She was squatting low, and the way her thick ass pressed up against that tight red gown made his mouth go dry.
The fabric clung to her like a second skin, hugging every inch of those plump, shameless cheeks, begging to be touched and her long black hairs trying to cover them.
"Well, Well... Who is this beauty?" Leon thought with a confused expression as he immediately used his skill on her.
[Name: Emilia Weaver]
[Class: Housewife]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 400/400]
[MP: 200/200]
[Description: Emilia is the first wife of Jamie Weaver, a seven star noble and she has one son. But, due to no contact with her son or her husband for the last one year. She spends most of her time in the gardens of the house admiring flowers.]
'A MILF with that body and she is lonely for one year? Hah... What can be an easier target than her.' Leon thought with a smile as he immediately walked upto her with a plan in his mind.
"Rover flowers give off really sweet scent but as soon as they are touched, they close up." Leon spoke with a smile as he read this information from the flower's description.
"Hmm...? Who are you?" Emilia asked as she turned around to look at Leon with a confused expression.
She had fluffy cheeks, kind eyes, juicy lips and a very cute face.
'I want to fuck her so bad.' Leon thought as he noticed her deep cleavage.
"I am sir Justin's new butler, Ma'am." Leon spoke as he bowed down deeply to Emilia but only to look inside her cleavage from a closer angle.
"Ah... I see. So, you are my brother-in-law's new butler. Are you also intrested in flowers?" Emilia asked with a smile as she stood up from the ground.
"Yes, Ma'am."
'Fuck flowers... I am interested in your boobs and that thick ass.' Leon thought in his mind.
"Are you the new butler ?" Suddenly, another voice came from the other side.
As soon as Leon turned to the side, he noticed another MILF standing there in a maid's uniform.
'Haah... Another MILF.' Leon thought with a perverted smile.
****
"Are you the new butler?"
Leon turned toward the voice-and what he saw made his dick hard in an Instant.
Standing there was a full-blown MILF in her thirties, oozing sex appeal from every inch of her curvy body.
Long, silky blonde hair framed a flawless face-gorgeous emerald eyes that sparkled with authority, plump, juicy lips, and smooth, porcelain skin.
But her face? That was nothing compared to her body.
Her body was something out of the world. Her massive tits strained against the tight black blouse, threatening to burst free with every breath she took.
And her ass was even bigger than Elaine's ass, her juicy cheeks were near tearing her uniform apart from behind, the fabric stretched tight over those luscious curves like it was holding on for dear life. She was so hot that Leon eye-fucked her several times in just a single second.
"Excuse me? I asked you something," the maid said sharply, her piercing gaze locking onto Leon's face.
Leon blinked, snapping out of the haze of fantasies clouding his mind. "Y-Yes, I'm the new butler," he replied quickly, then silently activated his skill.
[Name: Kelma Stinson]
[Class: Housewife]
[Race: Elf]
[Level: 60]
[HP: 60000/60000]
[MP: 30000/30000]
[Description: Kelma is an Elf spy, operating under the alias Reina.
She has served in the Weaver household as a maid for the past three years, using her position to leak classified intelligence to her homeland. The Weaver family's involvement in Borders to Royal Palace information exchange makes her placement here highly strategic.]
'Holy fucking shit...' Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. This just got very interesting.
Reina's tone remained cold, her voice laced with attitude. "May I ask why you were engaging in such a casual conversation with Madam Emilia instead of meeting with your superior?"
'Damn... This bitch has a really big attitude for a spy', Leon mused.
'And how the hell is she pulling this off as a "housewife Class?" Her ears are clean-no cuts. Illusion magic, maybe? Or a high-grade artifact hiding her real identity?' He thought with a confused expression.
Emilia smiled lightly, breaking the tension. "We were just talking about the flowers, Reina. No need to give him such a hard time-it's his first day."
Reina bowed slightly. "My apologies, Madam. But he should understand the importance of punctuality."
Leon raised his hand slowly, pressing his fingers firmly into the side of his neck.
*Crack*
His gaze locked on Reina's back, a dark grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
'Breaking her... will be fun', he thought, his eyes glinting with twisted amusement.
"Follow me. I'll show you your tasks, and your uniform will be ready by tomorrow," Reina said without even glancing back.
"Yes, ma'am," Leon replied smoothly, falling into step behind her.
Her hips swayed with deliberate grace, each step sending waves through that perfectly rounded ass-tight, full, and jiggling with restrained violence beneath her skirt. The silky friction of her panties brushing against her thighs teased his ears like a lover's whisper.
Leon's lips curled slightly.
'I'll have to be careful with her. I need more information about her and I need to find out her weakness.
Leon kept his expression neutral as he walked beside Reina, stepping into the mansion through the back door.
'Sure, I could try to blackmail her into sleeping with me... but she's strong. I'm not exactly in a rush to get killed by a so-called housewife class elf!
The corridor they entered was wide and pristine, lined with gleaming marble floors and grand portraits of Weaver family ancestors. The air carried a faint scent of expensive incense.
A maid passed by, bowing her head with practiced grace. "Head Maid," she said respectfully, continuing on without pause.
Leon blinked.
'Head maid? Wait... Justin's private maid is also the head maid? Or... is she someone else?' He thought with a confused expression.
He raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "Excuse me? Aren't you Sir Justin's private maid?"
"I am," Reina replied without looking back, her voice even.
"Then... why did she call you-"
"The head maid died. I had to take over the position," she interrupted, her tone clipped. "But I won't be Sir Justin's personal maid anymore. That position is yours now-his personal butler."
Leon's thoughts sharpened.
'Well, isn't that a silver lining for you... head maid, keys to everything. And these nobles still claim to be five-star elites? Pathetic.
They can't even sniff out a spy under their own roof. Leon thought with a disappointed expression.
Another maid passed and bowed. "Head Maid," she said, before hurrying on.
'Should I just expose her? No... too reckless. If she's survived here three years, she's got a backup plan for getting caught. But then... how the hell is she sending information back to the Elf Kingdom?'
He frowned slightly. 'The Head Maid isn't allowed to leave the mansion-not even for a second. Then how-'
His train of thought derailed as a young servant appeared at the far end of the corridor, walking toward therm. He was around Leon's age, slim, sharp-featured-handsome in a delicate way.
The servant's eyes fluttered rapidly as he looked at Reina, sending some kind of silent signal. But the moment he noticed Leon watching, he immediately dropped his gaze and bowed.
"H-Head M-Maid", the servant stammered slightly.
Reina gave him a subtle nod and continued walking.
Leon's eyes narrowed. 'That's- Wait...!'
Without hesitation, he activated his skill.
[Name: Rubin Stinson]
[Class: Magi]
[Race: Elf]
[Level: 10]
[HP: 10000/10000]
[MP: 5000/5000]
[Description: Rubin Stinson, younger brother of Kelma Stinson. A skilled Magi specializing in illusion and voodoo magic.
He has worked in the Weaver household for five years. After struggling to gather information alone, Rubin brought in his sister, Kelma. He personally poisoned the previous Head Maid to place her in the position. Most of the intelligence Kelma gathers is funneled through Rubin each day to the Elf Kingdom.]
Leon grinned widely. "I'm in some serious luck."
Reina turned to glance at him, puzzled. "What?"
"Huh? Oh-nothing. Just talking to myself," Leon said, regaining composure.
"This won't work inside the house," Reina said firmly. "You'll stay quiet and do as you're told."
Leon's grin didn't fade,
'Oh, we'll see about that. Let's find out who ends up giving the orders in this house. I will turn you into my sex slave, bitch'. Leon thought as an evil plan started to build up in his head.
****
Leon and Reina stood silently in front of a large, ornate door.
"So," Reina began, glancing at him with her usual cold expression, "do you understand everything expected of you throughout the day when serving Master Justin?"
"Yes, ma'am," Leon replied, offering her a fake smile.
"Good." She handed him a polished silver plate covered with a lid. "He's waiting for you inside. This is his afternoon meal. Go and serve."
Leon gave a short nod, opened the door, and stepped inside, carefully closing it behind him.
"Hello, sir," he said, holding the plate. "I've brought your food."
Reina, without another word, turned around and walked away.
****
Inside the room...
Justin looked up from the bed, startled. The book he was reading slipped from his hands.
"Leon," he said with a serious look in his eyes.
"Justin," Leon greeted him casually, placing the food on a nearby table before taking a seat in front of it.
"How are you doing?"
Justin hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How did your duel go at the academy?"
Leon raised a brow and smirked. "So, you did a little digging on me, huh?"
"I-I have to be careful about who I work with," Justin said quickly. "You're not angry, right?"
"Angry? No," Leon replied smoothly. "I don't want to work with idiots either." He picked up the utensils and began cutting into the steak.
"But I am a little sad." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as stabbed the fork into the steak.
Justin tilted his head. "Sad? Is something wrong with the food?"
Leon smiled faintly, placing a bite into his mouth. "No... I'm just sad you guys are five star Nobles, you deal with crucial information exchange and don't realize there are elf spies in your house that are supplying information from your house."
Justin froze.
"W-What!?" he shouted, his eyes widened in shock.
"Don't-" Leon started, but his voice cut off as a glowing notification flashed in front of his eyes.
****
[Warning: You have been poisoned with 'Blue Bain'. Mana flow will be disturbed. Spells may not cast correctly for the next 48 hours.]
[Adjusting mana flow...]
(Adapting to Blue Bain poison...]
[Successfully Adapted to the poison.]
[Congratulations! You have successfully learned the skill (Poison Resistance)]
Leon only readed the first notification and ignored the others.
****
He immediately spat the half-chewed steak onto the plate. "Hwak... thua."
Justin stepped forward, visibly panicking. "W-What are you talking about, Mr. Leon? A spy? In this house ?"
Leon wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at him dead-on. "How often are you eating this?"
"What...? I-I eat it daily. It's my usual-"
"When you try to cast a skill," Leon interrupted, "does your mana feel... unstable? Do the spells come out wrong like really unstable ?"
Justin's eyes widened. "Y-Yes! That's exactly what I've been saying to the Royal Physician! But... how do you...?"
He trailed off, confused, frightened.
Justin stumbled backward, visibly shaken. "M-Mr. Leon... I-I don't understand... Please, explain to me what's happening."
Leon's smile returned, slow and predatory as he understood everything that was going on.
"Oh, I'll explain everything," he said, voice low.
"You're being used like a pawn by your maid, Reina," Leon said with a calm smile as he looked at Justin.
"W-What? Reina?" Justin asked, his face a mix of confusion and shock.
"She's an elf spy. And you're being poisoned with a herb called Blue Bain. It causes your mana to go unstable-you won't be able to cast spells properly for the next 48 hours."
Leon leaned forward slightly. "She's doing it to keep you from getting into Velthorne Academy. If you got selected, you'd have to move into the dorms... and she'd have no excuse to stay here in the house and that would fail her mission to collect information."
He continued, "But since you were admitted to Phoenix Academy-"
"I stayed home... and she stayed with me," Justin muttered, the realization hitting him hard.
"Exactly," Leon nodded. "She's been gathering information and passing it to her little brother. He's been feeding it to the Elf Kingdom."
"If the Royal Palace finds out your family is responsible for the loss of so many soldiers in the war.... they'll crush you. Your noble status could be stripped in an instant." Leon spoke with a serious and dark expression as he looked at Justin.
"I-I have to tell my father! That bitch ruined my life! I'll kill her and her brother with my own hands!" Justin roared, fury overtaking his expression as he turned to storm out.
"Open that door, Leon said casually, "and this information will be in the Royal Palace before you even take a step."
"W-What?!" Justin stopped dead in his tracks, turning back with wide eyes.
"B-But... you're on my side, right?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"I am," Leon said with a smirk. "That's why I'll handle this myself. I'll turn her into my little sex doll. As for her brother-you can do whatever you want with him."
"B-But... I want my revenge, Sir Leon. She destroyed everything! I could've been a great mage at Velthorne. I could've made my father proud..." Tears welled in Justin's eyes.
Leon walked toward the table. "She was serving you the food, but I suspect her brother was the one who laced it with Blue Bain."
He narrowed his eyes. "I still need to confirm everything. If you lash out in rage now, you'll ruin everything. And I don't like anyone messing with my plans."
Leon's voice dropped. "You need to understand-we're holding information that could bring your entire five-star noble family to ruin."
He paused, then said calmly, "I'll take care of this. From now on, don't eat anything Reina prepares. I'll bring you an antidote tomorrow. Start training your magic again."
Leon turned to leave. "And say nothing about Reina to anyone. Unless you want to see your family on the streets."
Justin stood straight, nodding. "Mr. Leon... from this moment on, you're my friend. I trust you more than anyone now. Please save my family"
'And you're my insurance,' Leon thought with a smile, 'If I'm going to blackmail them, I need someone else to know the truth. You'll be my ticket out if things go wrong.'
"I'll be off now," Leon said, heading for the door. ''There's someone I need to find."
-x-X-x-