All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 28 - A Butcher

The room was so quiet Leon could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears. The word floated inside the orb, glowing faintly.

[ALCHEMIST]

ʼWhatʼs happening? Did I get a good class or what?ʼ Leon wondered, his face carefully neutral despite the rising tension.

The elder nun broke the silence first, her voice calm yet pleased. ”Well then... congratulations, child. Youʼve received a good class and a bright future.”

The crowd wasnʼt as kind.

”Isnʼt he a commoner?”

”Yeah, how can a commoner get that class?”

”I thought only nobles had such classes.”

”Me too...”

Leonʼs eyes narrowed. He didnʼt like where this was going.

ʼSo commoners arenʼt supposed to become Alchemists? Great. Just what I needed. Will the nobles come after me now? ...Screw this. Iʼll just hide my class and live like before,ʼ he decided, keeping his expression unreadable as he turned and left the church.

Outside, the kingdom buzzed with life. Carriages lined the cobbled streets, a small fountain sparkled in the sunlight, and crowds bustled through the marketplace. Despite the lively atmosphere, Leonʼs mood was sour.

As he wandered, he noticed something disturbing — shop after shop had signs reading:

ʼNO COMMONERS ALLOWED.ʼ

ʼLooks like Commoners arenʼt much of a thing in this world, one of the reason why most of them live outside the kingdom.ʼ

His thoughts paused as he spotted a butcher shop.

[Buying and Selling Meat. ANY QUALITY MEAT AVAILABLE.]

As soon as Leon read the sign, an idea struck him.

He immediately ducked into a nearby alley.

”Withdraw...”

With a quiet swish, his inventory screen popped up. He still had 6 kilograms of horned rabbit meat from before. He tapped it, and the meat materialized in his hands.

Emerging from the alley, he strode into the shop.

The counter was empty.

”Hello? Anyone here?” he called out.

A womanʼs voice echoed from the back. ”Who is it?”

Before Leon could answer, she stepped out — and his eyes widened.

She was a woman in her early thirties, her body curvy and thick with soft folds. Her chest strained against her apron, and her wide hips swayed with each step. Blood smears covered her clothes and skin, but that didnʼt hide her sensual figure.

Leon blinked and quickly activated .

[Name: Merida.]

[Class: Butcher]

[Age: 32]

[Mana: 700]

[HP: 1400]

[Description: A single widow working as a butcher for the past 14 years. Lost husband in a war.]

ʼFourteen years alone? She must be desperate for a dick,ʼ Leon thought, his face remaining neutral.

Merida gave a tired smile, wiping her hands on her apron. ”How can I help you?”

”I saw the sign outside. You buy meat too, right?” Leon asked.

She tilted her head. ”Only monster meat.”

Leon held up the horned rabbit meat. ”This fresh enough for you?”

Her eyes widened. ”Horned rabbit? Did you kill it yourself?”

”Yeah.”

Her gaze flicked to his shoulder. ”That explains your injury. Alright... Iʼll give you 20 coppers for the lot.”

”Deal,” Leon said without hesitation.

Merida blinked in surprise. ”Really? That fast?”

He shrugged. ”Iʼm not a bargaining type.”

The butcher nodded, pulling out a coin pouch and tossing it to him.

Leon caught it effortlessly and pocketed it without counting.

”Arenʼt you going to count it?” she asked, confused.

”No need,” he replied, already heading for the door.

”Hey, wait!”

Leon turned back, raising an eyebrow.

”Did you gut this rabbit yourself?” she asked, her expression curious.

”Yeah. My father taught me a little.” Leon lied as he couldnʼt tell her about his previous life.

Meridaʼs eyes lit up. ”Kid... you looking for a job?”

”Not really. Iʼm—”

”Listen, youʼre young and talented. Gutting a horned rabbit clean in one go? Thatʼs impressive. How long did it take you?”

”Five minutes.”

She whistled. ”Iʼll pay you 50 coppers for four hours a month.”

Leonʼs mind raced. ʼThatʼs a lot for a commoner... but Iʼll need more money if I want to move up in this world.ʼ His eyes drifted, unintentionally, to her deep cleavage pressing against her apron.

ʼFuck it... If I can have the slightest chance to motorboat them, hell I will take it.ʼ Leon thought in his mind as lust took over him.

”Iʼll take it... but I need a 30-minute break halfway through,” he said.

Her grin widened. ”Deal. Be here tomorrow at 8. Oh — youʼll need a city pass.”

She rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a blank white card and tossing it to him.

Catch.

”Whisper your name to it,” she instructed.

Leon studied the pass, then brought it close to his lips.

”Leon Luster,” he said softly.

The card shimmered, words appearing across its surface:

[Name: Leon Luster.]

[Age: 18]

[Working For: Merida the butcher.]

[Temporary City Pass]

”See you tomorrow,” Merida said, her voice warm.

Leon nodded and left the shop, his thoughts turning to what he could do with the extra money.

ʼNow... where can I find a carriage home?ʼ

Before he could decide, a familiar voice cut through the crowd.

”There he is!”

Leon turned, his heart sinking.

Derisa stood at the end of the street, pointing at him. Beside her were two old men in strange green robes — and they were walking straight toward him.

ʼFucking hell... Why is she after me again?ʼ