Three days had passed since creating defensive methods to avoid being watched. Leonhardt focused on training and reinforcing the western border when he left. He filled each day with intense training covered in blood, sweat and tears.
"Hah!"
Leonhardt slammed against the wall inside the training room, creating spider-webbed cracks in the marble walls.
"..." Zafira watched him silently with red cheeks and chest fluttering while brushing the haft of her giant axe.
"Ngh... that hurt like hell."
He dropped to the ground, sitting lazily while enjoying the sight of her seductive body, the sway of her heavy breasts dripping with sweat. How her training pants clung to her crotch, emphasising the lewd shape.
"Do you like what you see? My dear Leon?"
'Of course I like what I see.'
The thought remained inside his mind as Leonhardt tilted his head to the side with a crack, training with a level 100 powerhouse, leaving his bones and organs bruised.
