"Alia Voltaris, co up here imdiately!"
Hearing that specific na being called, many others scattered throughout the room felt visible, palpable relief wash over them like cool water.
Thank goodness it’s not . I don’t want to be anywhere near that monster who is making the supre leader like a little bird.
After witnessing the absolutely terrifying mixture of multiple incompatible Auras all crackling simultaneously on the man’s sword, everyone had very quickly understood the real reason for the sixth supre leader’s shockingly compliant behavior—she was desperately trying to keep them all alive through appeasent.
While most others looked obviously relieved at being passed over, Aria’s expression imdiately filled with deep concern as her eyes found her mother next to her. Her hand instinctively reached out and clutched desperately at Alia’s armored sleeve.
Why does it have to be her? Why my mother specifically? There are others here just as qualified!
Alia felt her daughter’s intense worry imdiately through that physical contact. She calmly placed her own weathered hand over Aria’s trembling one and spoke with genuine, reassuring confidence.
"Don’t worry about , sweetheart. I will be absolutely fine. Trust ."
Her tone carried the certainty of soone who had survived countless dangerous situations through careful planning and execution.
Aria realized with bitter acceptance that she couldn’t do anything practical to change the situation or protect her mother. So she reluctantly, slowly let go of Alia’s arm, choosing to trust her mother’s proven judgnt and considerable capability.
Please co back safely. Please.
Alia ascended the marble steps with asured dignity and arrived directly in front of the sixth supre leader. It felt genuinely strange to be physically towering over her when she normally projected such an imposing presence, but despite that unusual visual awkwardness, the atmosphere remained deadly serious.
Isabella reached into her clothing with slightly shaking hands and retrieved an ornately decorated insignia hanging from a delicate silver chain around her neck. It was covered in intricate union symbols and glowed faintly with powerful protective enchantnts.
One of the seven master keys to the main treasury vault of the Union. Access granted only to supre leaders under the most controlled circumstances.
She handed the priceless artifact to Alia with great care, as if passing over sothing sacred.
She’d chosen this particular woman very specifically because she knew through years of observation that Alia was an exceptionally cautious, trustworthy, and level-headed individual. Not only that, but the absolutely critical fact that her beloved daughter Aria was present right here in this very room ant she would have powerful motivation to return safely without incident.
Isabella knows perfectly well that Alia loves Aria more than anything else in this world. She’ll co back because of that bond. Her maternal instinct and love won’t let greed take over her judgnt, even when directly witnessing the absolutely unimaginable wealth stored inside the main treasury vault that’s normally only accessible to the seven supre leaders of the Union.
It contained literal generational wealth—artifacts, weapons, scrolls, and treasures carefully accumulated over multiple centuries of Union operations.
Isabella also began carefully removing a spatial storage ring from her left hand, intending to hand it over along with very specific, detailed instructions about exactly which particular items to retrieve from the absolutely vast treasury collection.
However, before she could open her mouth to explain anything at all, a voice suddenly cut her off sharply—making her entire body shiver violently with renewed instinctive fear.
WHOOSH!
The storage ring in her partially extended hand was suddenly yanked away by an invisible force, pulled effortlessly through the air toward Leon.
It was his King’s Touch ability.
The ring floated gently into his waiting palm.
Along with his voice, smooth as silk but carrying undeniable authority:
"You don’t mind if I take a look at this interesting ring for a bit, do you, Isabella?"
The reply ca out broken and stamring, her carefully maintained composure completely shattered by this casual display of power.
"Of... of course not, my lord... Please, take whatever you wish... It’s yours..."
Her voice cracked slightly on the last word
Inside, Isabella was absolutely sulking with bitter resentnt.
Not my personal spatial ring! Why!
Leon, completely unaware of her internal thoughts—and not that he would particularly care even if he knew—began inspecting the ring thoroughly with genuine curiosity.
It was quite easy for him to examine what was stored inside. The interior space appeared to be approximately two hundred square ters, which was fairly standard for high-quality spatial storage items.
He was easily able to extract all the contents from inside the ring simultaneously using his spatial manipulation abilities.
WHOOOOSH!
Everything materialized and floated suspended in the air before him, kept aloft through his precise control of wind currents.
It seems that because of my Spatial abilities, I can manipulate storage items far more easily than normal users.
It was not his ring; even then, he was easily able to control the item.
Among the floating items, Leon imdiately noticed several small articles of clothing—mostly comfortable pajamas and matching shirts in various pastel colors, along with a big, giant, fluffy pillow. There were also undergarnts that struck him as quite cute and sowhat funny—panties decorated with flower patterns, and a few bras that seed...
He glanced briefly at Isabella, the small woman standing before him, then back at the undergarnts with obvious confusion crossing his features.
Inside, he couldn’t help thinking: She barely has any chest at all. Completely flat. Why does she even need these?
Isabella imdiately noticed his wandering gaze and the analytical expression on his face. She instantly understood exactly what he was thinking about.
Her teeth ground together audibly. She glared at him with absolute fury, her face turning completely red, burning with profound embarrassnt and rage.
GRRRRR...
Leon suddenly realized what he’d done and how it appeared. He decided not to make fun of her further—that would be going too far, even for him.
For the first ti since walking into the chamber, a flicker of guilt passed through him.
That... might’ve been too much.
She looked genuinely humiliated—not as a leader, but as a person. And strangely, it didn’t make him feel stronger.
It made him feel... bad.
I feel like she would actually fight regardless of the consequences if I push this particular humiliation any harder. And killing them all would give no satisfaction. I’m here for treasures, not petty cruelty.
With just a casual wave of his hand, he made all the personal clothing items—including the embarrassing undergarnts—disappear back into his storage.
"My bad," he said casually, as if absolutely nothing awkward had happened. His tone carried zero actual apology.
Isabella was practically choking on her embarrassnt, barely able to breathe normally. She was not pleased with his completely insincere non-apology.
However, she did appreciate slightly that he’d at least put the embarrassing clothes away quickly rather than examining them further or making crude jokes.
But the damage was already catastrophically done.
She glanced with the corner of her eye down toward the council mbers below. They were all desperately trying to act completely clueless, carefully avoiding eting her furious gaze, but she knew with absolute certainty that her reputation was utterly finished.
They all saw everything. My undergarnts are floating in the air. They’ll never respect the sa way again.
AHHHHHHH!
Inside, she was dying from sheer mortification, wishing the ground would open and swallow her whole.
She made a solemn oath internally: One day, sohow, I will make this arrogant bastard pay dearly for this humiliation. I don’t know how or when, but I will have my revenge.
Leon, having dismissed the clothing without further examination, turned his attention to the remaining items still floating before him.
There was a long, full-sized magical staff among the collection, on which an ornately crafted orb was mounted at the top. It appeared to be her personal weapon based on the wear patterns and customization. The staff was actually even taller than Isabella’s entire height.
Leon examined the detailed information through his system interface.
[Epic Rank: Aquamarine Torrent Staff] [Enhances Water Affinity by 40%] [Special Ability: Tidal Resonance]
His eyes widened slightly. "Wow."
Without any hesitation or asking permission, he stored the valuable staff directly inside his own inventory with a genuinely pleased smile spreading across his face.
That’s a keeper. Definitely worth taking.
There were nurous other items still floating—he could clearly see skill stones of various colors, technique scrolls bound in leather, and several other weapons of different types.
He quickly checked their ranks using his system, scanning through the information efficiently without reading full details on each one.
Only one Epic-rank skill stone was present—a Lightning Affinity-based skill that glowed with golden energy. Other than that exceptional piece, most items were Rare rank or below. The technique scrolls were also of the maximum Rare rank, and the weapons followed the sa pattern.
Still valuable, but not exceptional.
He stored absolutely everything inside his personal inventory without discrimination, his satisfied smile growing wider.
It was a genuinely good haul overall. He was quite pleased with the unexpected bonus.
After completely emptying her ring, Leon shalessly looked directly at Isabella with mock innocence as the now-empty storage ring floated gently back toward her.
"You don’t mind this, do you, sweet little Isabella?"
His tone was almost playful, clearly enjoying her distress.
Isabella caught the empty ring with trembling hands, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned completely white. She forced an absolutely painful smile onto her face while replying through clenched teeth.
"Of course not, my lord."
While inside, her heart was genuinely bleeding with emotional pain.
My precious staff! The one I’ve used for thirty years! BOOHOOOO! He just took my staff! WAHHHH! And all the skill stones I’ve been collecting!
In the corner of her ocean-blue eyes, faint tears were actually beginning to form from the accumulated stress and loss.
She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand before they could fall, refusing to give him any more satisfaction from witnessing her complete breakdown.
I won’t cry. I absolutely won’t give him that pleasure.
Taking a shaky breath to regain so semblance of composure, Isabella forcibly redirected her attention toward Alia, who had been standing quietly and witnessing this entire humiliating exchange.
Ti to salvage what’s left of this disaster and get him what he wants so this shaless bastard will finally leave.
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