Chapter 92: Domain
(I want a skill that can turn the environment into a barren desert—give the best one to the most suitable among my monsters!)
That was what Leonardo Anderson wrote into the System.
DING!
(A SS-Class Skill; Domain of Desert has been granted to Freya!)
(Domain of Desert: a skill that transforms the surroundings into a desert, released by Freya through the eyes of Boundless White Eyes!)
[Name: Freya]
[Type: White Element Peacock]
[Class: SSS Class]
[Level: 0]
[EXP: 0/100]
[Talents:]
Boundless White Eyes (SSS Class)
Thousand White Eyes (A Class)
[Skills:]
White Wind (A Class Skill)
White Lightning (A Class Skill)
Domain of Desert (SS Class Skill)
It was actually given to Freya.
Leonardo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
But since that was the System’s choice, it could only mean Freya was the most suitable for it.
It didn’t matter. After the auction, Freya would be born.
Out of the five potions, three Ascension Potions Level 21 still remained. Just one would be enough to make Freya on par with Ellie and Liam.
"Why are you suddenly spacing out, honey?" Margaret Harvey asked, confused.
Leonardo smiled at her.
Instead of answering, he pulled her up.
"Let’s take a bath!"
He carried her and leaped straight into the sea, crossing dozens of meters in an instant.
Margaret was quite surprised.
They fell into a deep area of the water.
But Margaret didn’t need to swim. Only Leonardo moved his legs while she clung to his body.
"You’re not just a Beast Tamer anymore, am I right?" she said with a faint smile.
Leonardo was too lazy to answer.
He kissed her lips again.
They lingered in the sea, then returned to the shore and continued while standing.
Until the afternoon, they repeated it three times before finally going into one of the villa’s rooms, lying down completely exhausted.
At 5 PM, Margaret sent a message to Emma, telling her to return and act as their driver.
They began getting dressed.
Leonardo chose casual clothes—knee-length jeans and a loose tropical shirt—while Margaret wore a tight tank top and short shorts that didn’t even reach mid-thigh.
She preferred a style that made her look younger.
As an American woman, she had no awkwardness dressing so openly.
Emma returned quickly by taxi, and Margaret gestured for her to pick one of the cars in the villa yard.
"Miss, here is your credit card," Emma said after everyone got into the car.
Margaret accepted it and asked, "Didn’t you buy anything?"
"I bought some clothes and ate Miami-style crab..." Emma replied softly.
"Sounds good. Honey, what do you think—do you want crab?" Margaret asked Leonardo.
"Sure..." Leonardo didn’t refuse.
"Go to that restaurant," Margaret immediately ordered Emma.
As the car moved, Emma glanced through the mirror and saw Margaret leaning on Leonardo’s shoulder while he gently stroked her blonde hair.
For Emma, Leonardo was the first man she had wanted—and still wanted.
She liked his looks, which she considered top-tier.
But he didn’t want her.
At first, she felt resentment.
But now, this man had somehow captivated Margaret.
Realizing the difference between herself and Margaret, how could she even dare feel jealous?
She was just puzzled why someone like Margaret would choose Leonardo among so many equally handsome men.
Was there something similar in their minds that gave them the same taste?
Emma didn’t dare claim they were alike.
Margaret only seemed interested in Leonardo, while Emma liked multiple men—she just couldn’t have them.
When Levi Harvey approached her, she had been extremely happy, thinking she finally had a chance with a top-tier handsome man.
Even though her beauty was only average, she always wanted men of top-tier looks.
Ordinary handsome men were not enough for her.
No one knew what Emma was thinking as she drove, lost in thought.
After a while, she turned into a beachfront restaurant where the tables were set directly on the sand.
The kitchen constantly released rich, savory smoke, increasing everyone’s appetite.
Leonardo and Margaret went straight to an empty table while Emma approached a waiter to order.
Even in Miami, a city known for its beautiful women, people were still stunned when they saw Margaret.
Her tall and perfectly slender figure, skin as fair as snow, and face too beautiful to describe left them speechless.
Many men stopped chewing their crab just to stare at her.
Leonardo was looked at like a blessed man for holding her hand.
They didn’t wait long.
Their order arrived, brought by three waiters at once.
Large crabs boiled with various vegetables and corn, served with a rich spiced sauce—Leonardo thought this was one of the best meals he had ever had.
The shells were already cracked open.
He only needed to pick the meat with a fork and eat.
The taste exceeded even the aroma—too delicious for his tongue.
"Why aren’t you eating?" he asked Margaret, noticing she was still still.
She smiled faintly.
"I think after my heart was replaced, my mood changed too. I don’t feel like eating unless you feed me first."
Leonardo, "..."
Emma, "..."
Leonardo knew she was just acting spoiled.
After everything earlier, it was natural she wanted to be pampered.
But it wasn’t difficult.
He picked up a piece and fed her.
Emma’s eyes trembled slightly when she saw that scene.
Even when she wanted Leonardo, he refused her—let alone feeding her like this.
A hint of resentment rose again in her heart.
Others weren’t pleased either seeing Leonardo feed Margaret, but Margaret only smiled in satisfaction.
She picked up a piece of crab meat with her hand and fed Leonardo in return.
"Damn it!"
Someone couldn’t take it anymore and left the restaurant.
The two of them didn’t just feed each other once or twice.
Some people watching even felt the urge to do the same with their partners—only to realize their partners didn’t have an appearance like Margaret Harvey.
Leonardo was forced to stop when he saw a handsome man approaching their table with a faint smile.
He had black hair like Leonardo Anderson, a well-built physique, and several claw scars on his neck.
Emma’s eyes lit up when she saw him, wondering who this incredibly handsome man was.
He looked to be around 25 years old, but Emma didn’t mind.
If he asked her out—or even wanted to sleep with her—she wouldn’t hesitate to give him her virginity, something she hadn’t even given to Levi Harvey.
