My Pervert Sytem

Chapter 62: Shameless Request

The ruined Patriarchal study was entirely silent save for the ragged breathing of the battered Vanguard knights and the soft trickling of tears soaking into Leon’s shredded tunic.

Beatrice clung to him with a desperate iron grip completely abandoning the strict icy persona she had meticulously crafted over years of service.

She buried her face into his bare scarred chest and let out soft broken sobs of pure overwhelming relief. The rugged attendant had successfully stood against an apex predator and shielded her from total annihilation.

Leon wrapped his strong muscular arms around her trembling shoulders and gently stroked her messy silver hair.

He ignored the dull throbbing pain radiating through his exhausted muscles and kept his dark magnetic eyes locked firmly on the elderly nobleman slowly descending the velvet steps.

The Patriarch of House Sterling possessed an aura that felt like standing directly beneath a sweltering midday sun. The radiant golden energy actively burned away the lingering shadows left behind by the Syndicate Grandmaster.

The elderly warlord moved with a slow deliberate grace that commanded absolute unquestioning reverence. His glowing golden eyes scanned the shattered mahogany furniture the deep scorch marks on the marble floor and finally rested on the rugged bloodstained servant casually holding the Head Maid.

Commander Vance struggled to his feet using his glowing runic greatsword as a crutch.

The massive scarred veteran lowered his head in deep respect ignoring the agonizing pain in his shattered ribs.

"My Lord," Vance rumbled his voice thick with shame and exhaustion. "We failed to protect the inner sanctum. The Eclipse Syndicate breached the perimeter and utilized a dark poison. If not for this young man holding the line and delivering the cleansing elixir we would have lost you."

The Patriarch raised a single calloused hand instantly silencing the Vanguard commander.

The golden aura surrounding the elderly nobleman receded slightly pulling back into his body to prevent the suffocating magical gravity from completely crushing his wounded knights.

"You did not fail Commander Vance," the Patriarch spoke in a deep resonant voice that vibrated heavily through the ruined study. "You faced a foe operating on a transcendent tier. The fact that you are still breathing is a testament to your elite training. But I am infinitely more curious about the anomaly standing at my threshold."

The Patriarch stepped closer to Leon.

His glowing eyes meticulously evaluated the shredded remains of the Upper Wing Attendant uniform and the heavily scarred muscular physique hiding beneath it.

He could clearly see the faint lingering traces of the Kinetic Barrier actively humming just beneath Leon’s skin.

"You possess absolutely zero standard aura yet you project a dense kinetic force capable of deflecting a Grandmaster’s parting blow," the Patriarch noted smoothly crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You lack aristocratic blood but you carry yourself with the arrogant confidence of a conquering king. Tell me your name boy."

Leon did not lower his gaze. He utilized his massive eighty five points of Charisma to project an aura of effortless royal dominance that perfectly matched the elderly warlord’s presence.

"My name is Leon," he replied in a calm chillingly smooth tone. "I am Lady Seraphina’s personal warden and I dislike watching mercenaries destroy my place of employment."

The crystal bell chimed beautifully in his skull fighting against the heavy golden magical pressure to project a glowing pink text box right above the Patriarch’s head.

[Quest Issued: The Greedy Savior]

[Context: The powerful Patriarch expects a common servant to drop to his knees and grovel for a few gold coins as a reward. A true degenerate predator never asks for money when he can claim a much sweeter prize. Assert your absolute shameless dominance in front of the ultimate authority.]

[Objective: Keep your arm firmly wrapped around Beatrice, look the Patriarch directly in the eyes, and casually request the Head Maid as your personal reward for saving his life.]

[Reward: +20 Agility, Skill ’Mental Fortitude’, 300 Shameless Points.]

[Failure Penalty: The Host will suffer a localized magical affliction causing him to sweat profusely and uncontrollably smell like rotting fish completely ruining your magnetic appeal.]

Leon read the penalty and decided the system actually wanted him dead this time.

However he’d rather die than have women keep away from him because he reeks.

He tightened his grip on Beatrice’s waist pulling her even closer against his hip ensuring the elderly warlord saw exactly how intimately he held the fiercely strict Head Maid.

Beatrice gasped softly and tried to pull away out of sheer professional habit but his monstrous one hundred and fifty points of Strength kept her firmly anchored to his side.

"You saved my life and the lives of my elite Vanguard Leon," the Patriarch stated maintaining a highly analytical gaze. "House Sterling always pays its debts. Name your price. Gold titles or a secure position in the outer military ranks. It is yours."

Leon offered a dark predatory smirk that made Commander Vance completely freeze in pure horror.

"I have no need for shiny coins or minor military titles Lord Sterling," Leon stated smoothly projecting his words to echo across the silent room. He casually brushed his thumb against the soft curve of Beatrice’s hip. "But I must admit I have grown incredibly fond of your Head Maid. I would like to claim Lady Beatrice as my personal reward."

The sheer astronomical audacity of the request hit the ruined study like a physical shockwave.

Commander Vance and the surviving Vanguard knights stared at the ragged attendant with their jaws practically unhinged.

The Head Maid was a highly respected Aura knight and a crucial pillar of the noble household. Demanding her as a personal prize was an insult that usually warranted immediate execution.

Beatrice turned absolutely rigid in his arms.

Her pale cheeks violently exploded into a brilliant furious shade of dark crimson.

Her Lie Detector aura wildly flashed with a chaotic storm of intense blinding embarrassment profound shock and an incredibly dangerous submissive thrill that completely bypassed her logical mind.

The Patriarch stared at Leon for three agonizingly tense seconds. The golden aura surrounding the elderly warlord flared dangerously before abruptly shattering into a massive booming laugh that rattled the surviving glass in the windows.

[Quest Completed Successfully!]

[Your pores remain perfectly clean and highly fragrant.]

[Distributing Rewards: +20 Agility, Skill ’Mental Fortitude’ Acquired, 300 Shameless Points.]

A sudden explosive rush of weightless energy flooded his legs pushing his Agility to a staggering one hundred and ninety five points.

The newly acquired Mental Fortitude skill instantly burned into his brain granting him a highly resilient psychological barrier against illusion magic and emotional manipulation.

"You are a remarkably bold highly arrogant young man," the Patriarch chuckled deeply while shaking his head in genuine amusement. "You look death in the eye and demand a woman. I cannot simply give away my Head Maid like a piece of property Leon. But I will officially assign her as your personal handler. She will oversee your integration into the Vanguard training program. You have earned a place in this house."

Beatrice furiously buried her flushed face back into his shredded tunic completely unable to look her master in the eyes after such a scandalous exchange.

Leon simply nodded respectfully fully satisfied with the outcome.

He had successfully saved the estate claimed his massive rewards and firmly secured his intimate access to the Ice Queen.