All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 125: The Carrier Raven

”Itʼs split into five pieces... and I want to gain control over all of them using mana threads,” Leon muttered, his eyes narrowing in focus.

”But every time I try to control more than one blade... all of them slip out of my grasp.”

He pulled the Nyxter out from its sheath. One of itʼs pieces was missing. Without a word, Leon reached into his back pocket and retrieved the missing blade, carefully slotting it back into the sword.

He placed the sword on the table and looked at it with a confused expression.

”May I see it, Master?” Dusk asked, his expression calm as his gaze rested on Leon.

”What?” Leon blinked in confusion.

”The mana threads, Master. Can I see them?” Dusk repeated, his tone unchanged.

”No. Theyʼre invisible,” Leon replied flatly.

”But... theyʼre made of mana, right, Master?” Dusk asked again with a curious expression.

”Yeah.”

”Then I can see them. I have special eyes that let me perceive all the mana around me, Master. Thatʼs how I always see the massive flow of mana your body is releasing every second,” Dusk explained as he looked at Leon.

Leon exhaled through his nose.

”Fine. Threads.”

At his word, the air subtly shifted as he activated the skill. Slowly, carefully, Leon began binding a mana thread to one of Nyxterʼs blades, lifting it from the table.

The blade floated, hovering up and down as he guided it with his finger.

”Master... why are you doing that?” Dusk asked, tilting his head with a confused expression as he raised a paw toward Leonʼs hand.

”Iʼm controlling the mana thread. See how the blade is floating—” Before Leon couldʼve completed his explanation, Dusk interrupted him.

”No, Master. I see that. But why are you moving your finger like that, if the mana threads are coming out of your head?” Dusk asked, blinking slowly.

”What?” Leon frowned, glancing at Dusk with a very confused expression.

”Yes, Master... the mana threads arenʼt emerging from your finger.

Theyʼre coming from your head. That might be why you canʼt control them properly. Every time you try to command the blades, you think the threads are flowing from your fingers.

Humans canʼt control their fingers perfectly... just like us cats. We canʼt fully control our tails, Master,

It can be the reason, why the blades run here and there.” Dusk said, smiling faintly.

”What...?” Leon muttered, his eyes shifting back to the floating blade. Slowly, he lowered his hand.

ʼUp,ʼ he thought silently-and the blade rose smoothly into the air.

*Swish*

ʼDown.ʼ The blade lowered instantly.

A grin twitched on his lips. He pictured the blade flipping backward three times. The weapon immediately spun three times elegantly through the air without wasting another second.

”Fucking hell... Thatʼs fucking brilliant.” Leon breathed, his eyes wide in shock.

”See? Itʼs easier now, right, Master?” Dusk asked with a smile as he looked at the blade floating flawlessly.

”Yeah... but wait. What were you saying about ʼfinger controlʼ? I can easily move all my fingers however I want.

Look—” Leon flexed his hand, wiggling his fingers confidently, back and forth.

”Can you curl down your smallest finger without moving any of the others, Master?” Dusk asked, his grin widening.

”Yeah, watch— what the fuck?” Leonʼs brow furrowed in surprise. His ring finger curled alongside his pinky without permission.

ʼWait... I want to move my pinky... Why is my other finger moving like that?ʼ Leon thought with a confused expression.

”See? But in your mind, you already imagined it perfectly. Your mind can do it-but your hands canʼt, Master,” Dusk explained, his eyes sparkling with quiet amusement.

”...So that means —Threads. Threads. Threads. Threads.” Leon whispered under his breath, closing his eyes and gathering his focus as he imagined four more mana threads branching from his head, binding to each of Nyxterʼs blades.

ʼUp.ʼ

When he opened his eyes, all five blades were floating steadily in the air.

”Theyʼre stable...” Leon whispered, a grin spreading across his face.

ʼSpread.ʼ

Immediately, all four detached blades shot outward, scattering around the room exactly as he imagined, while the main blade that was attached to the handle hovered at the center of the table.

ʼJoin.ʼ Leon thought and the blades snapped back together, assembling into the full Nyxter sword with a series of crisp metallic clicks.

TANG-TANG-TANG-TANG-TANG

”Holy shit... that looks so fucking cool,” Leon muttered, staring at the pitch-black sword floating before him.

”Itʼs beautiful, Master,” Dusk said softly, a smile on his lips.

”You really give good advice, Dusk,” Leon said, glancing at him.

”Well... Iʼve been alive for a hundred years, Master. Itʼs only natural,” Dusk replied with a faint chuckle as he slowly sat down on the table.

”...Wait, what? How long?” Leon asked with a shocked expression as his eyes widened.

”One hundred and three years, to be exact, Master,” Dusk said casually as he looked at Leon with a confused expression.

”How can you be over a hundred years old and still be this weak?” Leon asked, his brows knitting together.

”Master... Iʼm lazy. I spent more than fifty years of my life sleeping around the Vinceral Forest hiding from humans and monsters alike.

And other 53 years, well... You can say, I roaming around the world.” Dusk replied, smiling lazily.

”How long do you guys even live?”

”About a thousand years... if nothing kills us first, Master,” Dusk answered flatly.

ʼThe description never mentioned his lifespan... That means heʼs just a kid,ʼ Leon thought, narrowing his eyes as he studied Dusk.

”Well-”

”Intruder.”

Duskʼs voice dropped, sharp and cold, as he suddenly stood and fixed his gaze on the window.

”Hm..?” Leon turned slowly, spotting a black raven perched on the sill.

”Should I kill it, Master? I think itʼs here to watch you,” Dusk asked, his voice serious and calm.

”No... wait. I know that raven. Itʼs a carrier raven. But what the hell is it doing here this late?” Leon muttered,

standing up and approaching the window.

Dusk followed silently, his eyes never leaving the bird.