You are all my wings...

Her eyes were defiant, giving off a "I've started this, so what?" look.

This girl, hasn't she realized the key problem yet?

“Macchiato, have you ever thought that your situation would be better if you hadn’t tried this? You know, by trying this, you’ve essentially given yourself to me.”

Leon shook his head and chuckled, pointing out the most confusing aspect of Macchiato's actions.

"Hmph! You're just a piece of dog shit! You're the one who should be my slave, not the other way around! Disgusting!"

Speaking of this, Macchiato also got angry.

"Macchiato, I won't allow you to call yourself dog shit."

"Bullshit, I meant you left, you piece of shit."

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. What other information do you know? Tell me everything."

"No, that's all. I've told you everything I know."

"Alright, I'm going to meditate now. If you remember anything you forgot to say, remember to tell me. As a reward, next time we distribute monster meat, I'll specially bake the best-tasting one for you."

This reward made Machiru's heterochromatic eyes light up:

“My dear and respectable master, I will tell you anything that comes to mind, in consideration of your cooking.”

"Then I hope you can do it."

Lyon turned and went to the vicinity of Britta, ate a few bites of hawk jerky, and began to meditate.

Although this was far from the ancient monster scenes he wanted to see, since he had found out from Machiru that studying near Berylta would increase his efficiency, he decided to give it a try.

After all, besides him, Timia, this uninvited guest, was also intentionally or unintentionally standing four or five meters away from Burelita, admiring the murals.

Strangely, when he sat down to meditate, Timia quietly moved closer.

Leon was speechless. Was this guy planning to mess with him while he was meditating?

Judging from her flirtatious manner just now, it's hard to say what her purpose was.

Sigh, it's a problem when a man is too charming.

He sighed and took a few steps away from Timia.

With Berylita around, I'm sure she won't cause any trouble, but just in case, I should still keep a safe distance so I can run away at any time.

Unexpectedly, Timia came closer again.

"Brother Lyon, do you hate me that much?"

Her soft, gentle voice came through the phone.

So you've changed your address to "young man" so quickly? Where did "Your Excellency" go?

Lyon coughed lightly:

"Lady Timia, didn't you want to see the sacred murals?"

"What's wrong with taking a little time? After all, I just want to chat with a handsome and talented young man like you, is that not allowed?"

Timia moved closer again, her intense charm overwhelming.

Her steps swayed slightly, her rounded thighs were faintly visible under her close-fitting clothes, and her peach-shaped buttocks bounced with her slight turn of the body.

At this moment, both Britta and Iris were in meditation, clearly having entered a special state of resonance, and were unable to notice that Lyon's situation was 'precarious'.

"I am merely a lowly second-tier mage, unworthy of such praise from you, Madam."

Leon was exasperated. Why was this guy targeting him?

Is it really just because she's mesmerized by her own face?

“You’re too modest, young man Lyon. There aren’t many outstanding young people like you in the capital. Look, I even had my brother, the Marquis of Rhine, leave for you. You should understand my feelings, right?”

Timiya's words became increasingly audacious.

"Lady Timia is joking. You are definitely trying to uphold the authority of the Holy Maiden. It has nothing to do with me."

That statement could be considered a big deal or a small deal, and it had many flaws, so Leon certainly couldn't just casually pick up on her words.

Timiya got closer and closer.

Lyon retreats again.

Oh no, it seems we can't retreat any further. Behind us are sacred murals, and if we touch them, we'll be bounced away like Mark did last time, which would be embarrassing.

It seems that in the face of an attack, we still have to attack back!

Chapter 149 Madam, please have some self-respect!

Leon first sidestepped, using the Shadow Step technique to quickly escape Timia's vicinity and arrive at a distance of four meters.

I had originally wanted to approach Berylita and try Macchiato's method, but now that things have come to this, I can forget about having a pleasant meditation until I deal with Timia first.

Leon cleared his throat and said:

"Lady Timia, what exactly is your purpose? Just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."

Timia smiled slightly and said:

“Brother Lyon, you’ve misunderstood. My purpose for you is very simple; I have no other hidden motives.”

"Is this what you mean by 'just chatting'?"

"Of course, we'd like to chat, but wouldn't just chatting be boring? So, some fine wine would be best. And since we're going to drink, we should at least choose a nice setting, right? For a nice setting, my manor would be the best. I've meticulously decorated it for many years, with the best view, the best garden, and the most spacious bed. How about it, young Lyon, are you interested?"

Timiya's voice became increasingly soft and sweet, with delicate, bubbly sounds that gently bounced between syllables.

"Madam, please have some self-respect! I'm sorry, but I'm not particularly interested in these things. I just want to admire the sacred murals a little longer. After all, these are relics of ancient gods. If we were to talk about romance here, it would be disrespectful to the gods."

Lyon once again firmly refused.

At this point, Timia's expression changed slightly.

Previously, her eyes were gentle and charming, but now they subtly carry a hint of authority.

It seems she's planning to resort to force if soft tactics fail.

It's a wonder she's so bold as to try and poach someone from Berylita's team while she's meditating.

Leon noticed the fleeting, sharp look in Timia's eyes, a thought flashed through his mind, and he smiled:

"However, on the other hand, the ancient gods have been in hiding for so many years, it's hard to say whether they will pursue our disrespect. To be honest, I'm quite interested in the rumors about the lady's past. I heard that when she was young, she was the most beautiful woman in the capital?"

Timia was slightly taken aback. Why did the other person suddenly bring up the topic again after just refusing?

"That's right, I didn't expect you to know me, I'm really happy about that."

Timia moved closer again and tentatively touched the back of Leon's hand.

This time, Leon didn't dodge. Instead, he suddenly swung his hand and grabbed Timia's soft, white hand with lightning speed.

By holding her hand tightly in his, Leon immediately assessed her basic strength.

As a senior fifth-rank, she was slightly stronger than me in terms of strength attribute, but it seemed to be a natural increase, and there was no trace of her having trained in combat skills.

In other words, Lyon is the clear winner in terms of skill and power.

"Lady Timia, please forgive my rudeness."

The moment Leon grasped her hand, he sensed her general attributes and no longer hesitated. He grabbed her with his other hand as well, and with a twist, firmly held Timia's hands in his grasp.

She asked in astonishment, "What are you doing?"

She seemed surprised that Lyon would dare to attack her in this situation.

Is she really not afraid of offending her, a fifth-level senior mage, and forcing her to cast a spell?

However, Timia quickly regained her composure.

Although she was captured by Leon, it didn't mean she was powerless to resist.

With her rank and magical proficiency, she can cast intermediate spells without chanting, even without using her hands.

She could threaten Leon at any time and cast a personal protective spell on herself whenever she wanted.

However, being held like this didn't feel so bad, so she wanted to see how Leon would explain the situation.

If she doesn't explain it well, she'll have an excuse to do more things.

"Lady Timia, I'm sorry, you don't think I'm just a magician, do you? In fact, I also insist on training my combat skills, but since my main profession is a magician, I accidentally practiced them incorrectly, which led to some minor problems."

"What's wrong?"

"That is, once an unfamiliar person gets close, the body will move on its own and capture the other person."

Lyon smiled:

"If we weren't on good terms, I would have just thrown her out. But right now I'm only holding onto Madam Timia and not doing anything else. It's clear that my body isn't that resistant to Madam Timia. As expected, Madam is extraordinary."

Timia was speechless. What kind of reason was that?

It sounds obviously made up.

She looked at Carl, who was watching from a distance, and asked:

"The one with the rough appearance, yes, that's you. Don't look at the guy next door, I'm calling you. Was what Leon just said true?"

Carl was taken aback upon hearing this, then shouted:

"Your Excellency Lady Timia, Lyon is definitely lying!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the other knights standing nearby changed slightly.

"Oh?"

Timia turned to look at Lyon, her eyes revealing a sense of certainty.

Her keen eye and intelligence network are not just empty words.

With so many knights under her command, who wouldn't admire her?

Lyon, an outsider strategist, is so highly regarded by Berylita; surely some people will be jealous of him.

Of these people, Karl was undoubtedly the most famous and had the most distinctive behavioral characteristics.

He must also be the one most jealous of Lyon.

Timia was perfectly aware of this.

"Tell me, what lie did he tell?"

“Reporting to Lady Timia, Leon’s problems go far beyond what he’s described! In fact, he’s not just quick to grab people he’s not close to, but even close friends, if they get too close and it happens to be the wrong time, he’ll just grab them and throw them away! Look at me, Madam, I have quite a few bruises on my body, all done by that brat Leon!”

Carl looked furious.

The people around him were also stunned, both surprised and surprised that Carl was so good at turning corners.

Timia's smile froze instantly.

Leon then gave a timely, embarrassed look, as if to say, "Stop talking."

Then, he immediately let go and apologized:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Timia, I did conceal some of the facts."

Timia's stiff smile quickly returned, and she smiled gently:

“Not bad, Lyon seems to know how to win over his friends. Someone I’ve known for less than two weeks is willing to risk offending me to defend you. I’m really fascinated by that.”

"Winning over a friend? Is Madam referring to Karl? That kid is ruthless, actually betraying me to my face!"

Lyon pretended to be stupid.

"Alright, I'm in a good mood now, so I won't pursue your issue today. Go and admire your sacred murals."

Timia waved, signaling Leon to leave.

Lyon felt a chill run down his spine. Should he not pursue the matter today?

So that means there will be more trouble tomorrow?

Just how boring is this woman?

However, Leon breathed a sigh of relief at the promise that he would not cause any more trouble today.