Leo spent time with Bella, Luna, and Roxy until all three women were out cold. He got out of bed feeling unsatisfied before looking for Astra, Nyx, Valedra, Octavia, Agatha, and Helen, whom he found chatting around a few cups of tea.

The Demon Queen was informing the rest about the ongoing projects, which were nearly finished thanks to all the races working together. When the six women spotted him, bright smiles lit up their faces. ''How's the trade road coming along?'' he questioned. ''Is the armies working together?''

When Helen heard that, she quickly spoke up and revealed. ''Most of it is going well, it will take a couple of weeks but there's a problem that has arisen in between the old Human and Elf border. We believe a portion of the army guarding that area has rebeled because they believed you're weak.''

As Leo listened his temper spiked causing him to speak calmly. ''How many soldiers have mutinied?''

''Ten thousand,'' Nyx was the one to answer.

His eyebrow arched sharply, a glint of steely determination flickering in his eyes as he gave a curt nod. ''Very well. I'll handle them once I've finished here, and I assure you, no one will dare defy me again.''

Leo rose from his seat, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the dimly lit chamber. He stretched his broad shoulders, the faint crack of his joints reverberating through the room like distant thunder. His voice, low and laced with menace. ''I'll ensure the entire empire understands the consequences of crossing me. From the highest lords to the lowliest peasants, they'll all learn what it means to challenge my rule.''

The six women in the chamber gasped, their eyes alight with a mix of awe and exhilaration, as Leo's anger surged like a storm, his presence filling the room with palpable intensity. But in an instant, he vanished, leaving only a ripple in the air where he'd stood. High above the palace, he reappeared, suspended in the sky, his silhouette framed against the roiling clouds.

Without a moment's hesitation, he launched himself forward, tearing through the sky, creating a sonic boom shattered the silence, rattling the palace windows below and echoing across the empire. The sheer force was proof to his power, a harbinger of the reckoning to come.

By the time Leo reached the rebel's hideout, his gaze fell upon a vast camp sprawling into the horizon, tents, banners, and flickering campfires stretching as far as the eye could see. Thousands of defiant souls bustled within, unaware of the storm about to descend. His eyes narrowed as he hovered above, the wind whipping at his cloak.

The sheer scale of the rebellion might have scared a lesser man, but Leo's mind was already racing, weaving a plan to crush their resistance. A faint, predatory smile curved his lips as the strategy took shape, a show of power that would ensure the empire never forgot the cost of defying him.

Leo chuckled before summoning his Dark Knights that fell from the sky and dropped on top of the tents or buildings, creating pure chaos among the enemy. While his soldiers went to work and slaughtered every enemy soldier he dived toward the ground and slammed into the command center.

A earth shaking explosion erupted as it took out the rebel leaders with one fell swoop. Chaos descended on the makeshift battlefield, Leo moved around the fighting killing dozens of commanders, champions and hereos who fought they could kill him but it was all useless as they were all cut down.

Their bodies burned and used to feed the surrounding landscape, in the future the area would become a thriving farming community that grew vast amounts of food. Once Leo got bored of fighting, he made his way to a nearby hill and rested while his Dark Knights butchered the remaining survivors.

By the time it ended, the landscape was covered in blood but he wasn't done, he stood up and ordered his soldiers. ''Stake every single rebel, leave them to feed the land. I want everyone to know what happened here.''

Leo settled back against a log, his fingers curling around the cool, frosted tankard of ale he'd retrieved from his pack. The amber liquid caught the flickering light of the nearby fire, glinting with a warmth that belied its sharp bite. He raised the tankard to his lips, the first sip scorching a fiery path down his throat.

The burn was fierce, almost punishing, but he welcomed it, a fleeting distraction from the grim scene unfolding all around him. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned forward, eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and detachment thanks to not being bothered by it anymore.

After hours of waiting, the grim task was finally complete. Leo stood at the edge of the encampment, his boots sinking slightly into the churned, blood-soaked earth. The air hung heavy with the acrid stench of death, a miasma that clung to his clothes and stung his nostrils.

In front of him stretched a harrowing scene, a field of staked rebels, their lifeless bddies impaled on wooden spikes that jutted from the ground like the creepy fingers of some ancient deity. The once-defiant insurgents now hung limply, their bodies sagging under the weight of their own demise, the stakes piercing through flesh and bone.

Leo was pleased and quickly teleported to the unfinished parts of the road to check on the remaining building. By the time he arrived, there was camps set up all over the place as other soldiers patrolled the area. Without thinking, he waved his hands and summoned his Dark Knights, ordering them to take over for the normal troops so they can rest.

Following that, he descended the toward a tavern built by the camp's workers, stood as a bastion of warmth and refuge against the encroaching night. Its walls covered rare redwood, its grain shimmering faintly as if kissed by some latent magic. The air around it carried a faint, intoxicating scent of mana, a electric sweetness that tingled in his nostrils.

He landed just outside the tavern's entrance, his boots crunching against the gravel-strewn path. The surrounding crowd turned to stare, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and unease. To them, Leo was an mystery, a figure born from his own reputation and a ruler that seemed to want to make things better.

Whispers rippled through the group, as if he were some monster descended from the heavens. But Leo paid them no mind. Their stares slid off him like water off stone, his focus fixed solely on getting a drink. The tavern loomed like a massive log cabin, its sturdy frame exuding an almost primal solidity.

Thick beams of the rare redwood formed its walls, their polished surfaces catching the mana lights and casting warm shadows that danced. The mana-scented wood seemed to hum, as if the very essence of the forest it came from still lingered. Leo tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he took in the sight. 'Looks like a decent tavern for road workers, but a town may pop up here.'

He pushed through the heavy wooden door, its hinges creaking softly, and stepped into the tavern's warm embrace. The scent of mana grew stronger, mingling with the earthy aroma of freshly poured ale and the faint smokiness of a hearth crackling in the corner. For a moment, the weight of the day seemed to loosen its grip.

Leo's eyes swept the room, taking in the rough-hewn tables, the scattered patrons nursing their drinks, and the faint hum of life that pulsed within these walls. Whatever judgments the outside world cast upon him, here, at least he could be at peace. He sat down at the bar as an older man appeared, holding a glass that he was cleaning.

''What can I do for you, my lord?'' he questioned.

''Give me a bottle of your strongest stuff,'' Leo responded, taking out two gold coins and gave it to the bartender.

The man pulled out a large bottle and handed it to him with a sly grin. ''Here you go, you'll like this.''

Leo nodded and took a swig, only to discover that the man had conveniently failed to mention it was strong and burned his throat more than anything he'd has ever drank causing him to laugh. When realizing this, he took more measured sips only to feel tipsy half an hour later.

The tavern was getting busy as the road workers were finishing for the day but people avoided him at all costs. His unique constitution let him savor the strong ale, downing bottle after bottle. The bartender, grinning at the clinking pile of gold coins he tossed onto the counter, kept the drinks coming.

When Leo finally had his fill, he teleported back to the palace, appearing in the bathroom so he could have a warm bath to relax after fighting and being covered in blood.

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