The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

His gaze locked on Leon, the Viscount clenched his fists secretly, pondering, 'Was his struggle in battle real or just an act?'

'He's indeed what I thought he is,* he concluded. 'It's a good thing my relationship with him through Amelia is quite good. The last thing I want is to offend a man of his caliber.'

As if sensing his thoughts, Seraphina scoffed and said, "I know you want to test Master Leon's strength, but if you try something stupid, you won't need to fear Master Leon's retaliation. Because once that happens, I will personally forget about your relationship with my sister and kill you."

Seraphina's voice was so cold that the Viscount couldn't help but gulp, feeling a cold shiver run down his spine, cold beads of sweat trickling down his brow.

Her piercing eyes bore into him, leaving no doubt about the seriousness of her threat. But inwardly he was extremely shocked

'Master?! Did she just call him Master Leon?! How strong is he, for him to be able to subdue the extremely cold and haughty Ice Queen Seraphina and become her master...' At this point, there was no doubt in the Viscount's mind about Leon's strength. He was extremely shocked, now realizing the reality of the situation.

He had been messing with someone he shouldn't dare mess with. He was courting death, messing with someone whose strength far surpassed even Seraphina's.

Seeing his reaction, Seraphina scoffed coldly and looked away, her gaze shifting back to Leon on the battle arena.

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Meanwhile back at the arena, Leon's eyes from Amelia, moved to Seraphina sitting by the side...

Seraphina flashed a smile at him, Leon gulped with each passing moment, his desire to fuck her grew...

Leon then began his descent from the arena, his steps measured and steady. He felt the burning gazes of the spectators all around him, their eyes following his every move. Yet, he ignored them, his focus solely on one person—Amelia.

The arena was abuzz with a mixture of awe, disbelief, and admiration.

Conversations buzzed around him, snippets of disbelief and grudging respect filling the air.

"I can't believe he won," one man murmured, shaking his head in astonishment. "Euwen didn't stand a chance," another added, eyes wide with shock.

As Leon reached the edge of the arena, Amelia couldn't contain her emotions any longer. She rushed to him, her eyes shining with pride and relief.

Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Then, with a surge of courage, she pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. The boldness of her move shocked not only Leon but also everyone watching.

For a moment, Leon was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. But then he melted into the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer.

He nibbled on her lower lips ßo gently and sensually that caused the hearts of the surrounding girls to flutter for him...

The world around them seemed to fade away as their tongues danced and explored, savoring the taste and feel of each other.

Leon's heart pounded as he felt Amelia's soft lips against his, the warmth of her mouth, the sweetness of her breath.

He couldn't get enough of her, the kiss deepening as he held her tighter.

Amelia's emotions were overwhelming. Tears of joy trickled down her cheeks as she kissed him, each tear a testament to her relief and happiness.

She had been so worried during the battle, her heart racing with fear for his safety. But now, in this moment, all that worry melted away, replaced by pure, unadulterated joy.

Their kiss was passionate and intense, a declaration of their love for each other. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, their connection deepening with every passing second.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.

Amelia, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still wet with tears, took Leon's hand. "Let's get out of here," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

She didn't wait for his response, simply pulling him away from the arena, eager to find a quiet place where they could be alone.

Leon followed her willingly, his heart swelling with love and pride. As they walked away, he could still feel the lingering warmth of her lips on his, the memory of their kiss etched into his mind.

*****

A young handsome guy with silver hair, his hair fluttering wildly in the gentle breeze, was being dragged along a desolate path by a beautiful black-haired girl whose face was flushed red.

It seemed they were the only living beings on the entire path, which was to be expected as most of the inhabitants, if not all of them, were back at the arena.

The silver-haired guy smiled as he admired the voluptuous and curvy figure of the girl before him. As she led him forward, he teased, "Alright, where are we headed?"

In response, the beautiful girl, feeling more embarrassed, gave him a weak slap, more like a pat, to his chest while still dragging him forward. "Don't feign ignorance, Leon. You know exactly why I dragged you out of there," she scolded in a weak voice, her embarrassment evident.

Leon chuckled, understanding her perfectly. Amelia was saying that she didn't have a specific destination in mind when she pulled him out. She dragged him out of the place because she was embarrassed and needed to escape the piercing gazes of the crowd.

After some time, Amelia let go of his wrist and hugged him. They continued down the path together, their steps more in sync now.

"I planned to go to the library," Amelia began, her voice soft. "There's something I need to do there."

Leon was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I plan to look for the hidden records of my mother about the Frost Heart Physique in the library," she explained.

Leon nodded in understanding. The Frost Heart Physique was a rare and powerful attribute, and any information about it would be incredibly valuable, he naturally knew that any info about it would be place there by her late mother, who according to Seraphina was the second person to have that physique in the entire world, Amelia was the third.

Soon, they reached the library. The building was grand, with towering columns and an air of timeless wisdom. At the front of the building was a signboard with the title "Dawnblade Library" written in elegant script.

As they approached, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. "This place is incredible," he remarked.

Amelia nodded. "It holds many secrets. Let's hope we find what we're looking for."

They entered the library, the scent of aged paper and the quiet rustle of pages filling the air. The vast hall was lined with shelves, each brimming with books and scrolls of all kinds.

Surprisingly, A few scholars and librarians moved silently among the aisles, their presence almost ghostly in the dim light.

Amelia led Leon through the maze of bookshelves, her steps confident as if she had been here many times before.

They finally reached a secluded section at the back of the library, where the oldest and most obscure texts were kept.

"This is where we should start," Amelia whispered, her eyes scanning the shelves. Read the latest on m_v-l'e|m,p| y- r

As they entered the secluded section of the library, Amelia's expression turned serious.

She addressed the few scholars and librarians present in a firm yet polite tone, her voice echoing in the entire library... "Excuse me, but I need this section to myself for a while. Please leave."

The scholars exchanged curious glances but complied, gathering their things and quietly exiting the area. Once they were alone, Amelia began scanning the shelves more intently.

Leon watched her for a moment before Amelia turned to him, her eyes softening. "Leon, I'm going to be busy for a while. If you want to go out, feel free. You can come see me whenever you want."

Leon shook his head with a smile. "I'll stay for a bit. I'm curious about what you find."

Amelia nodded appreciatively, then returned to her search, her fingers deftly flipping through the pages of ancient texts. Leon settled into a nearby chair, observing her dedication and focus.

After a while, Leon stood up and walked towards the shelves. He picked up a book that seemed to discuss the world in general, hoping to pass the time. The tome was thick and filled with detailed maps, histories, and cultural insights. As he read, he couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

After a few minutes, his attention waned, and his gaze drifted back to Amelia. She was deeply engrossed in a scroll, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the library's lamps. The seriousness in her expression was evident as she meticulously studied the contents.

Leon's eyes lingered on her face, causing her focused eyes to quiver slightly. She looked up, meeting his gaze.