SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 79: The Date
Chapter 79: The Date
Chapter 79: The Date
Leon and Seraphine decided to leave the dimension shortly after the dull fight ended. Leon couldn’t bring himself to actually harm her, even knowing he could heal her back afterward.
But Seraphine didn’t mind. She had seen how capable he was, and that was enough for her. The devastation shown to her caused by his strongest attack still left her shaken.
Even at half strength, that attack could have killed hundreds in a single strike—regardless of whether they were as strong as her or just random nobodies.
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Somewhere unknown, the mysterious lady who had been watching the fight felt deeply dissatisfied with how it ended. She was admittedly impressed by Leon’s control over space in such a short period, but it was obvious he never intended to hurt the woman from the start. That made the entire battle boring for her.
She had been excited—expecting the fight to end in typical human fashion. Perhaps the woman would reward him for winning, something lewd and dramatic. But no. They just left right afterward.
She was disappointed in her master.
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"Leon, let me go back and change. You should change your clothes too—we’ll meet in the hallway that leads to the mansion’s exit."
"Okay. Come back quickly," he replied.
Leon stood at the right of the mansion gate, dressed in a fitted white high-collared shirt with faint silver embroidery that caught the light when he moved. The tailored fabric traced the lines of his frame with quiet precision, and the loose sleeves added a touch of elegance. His long silver hair fell neatly around his shoulders, and under the soft light, his sharp features and calm expression gave him an almost statuesque presence—striking, composed, and impossible to ignore.
He waited for Seraphine to return. Ten minutes had passed, and she still wasn’t back.
He hadn’t known his master could ever be this late.
Then he saw her.
Her figure appeared in the distance, and for a moment, Leon froze.
Seraphine walked toward him with slow, graceful steps, dressed in a striking black dress that clung to her curves like midnight silk. The corset hugged her waist tightly, accentuating her figure, while lace-trimmed gloves and a jeweled choker added a gothic allure. Her long lavender hair cascaded freely behind her, catching the soft light as she moved. The deep slit in her dress revealed glimpses of her pale thighs—each step, a quiet temptation. Her amethyst eyes stayed locked on him, half-lidded and unreadable—but undeniably focused.
’Wow master look so beautiful’
He had never seen his master in such a feminine dress in the past three years. But he had to admit—she looked absolutely gorgeous in it.
Seraphine stopped in front of him. Her voice was calm, but inside, she was surprisingly nervous.
"How is it, Leon?"
He should’ve complimented her immediately. But as she stepped closer, even more radiant up close, he found himself briefly lost in her presence.
"Seraphine, you look gorgeous. You should wear dresses like this more often."
He had decided to not call her master for the day as they going to be couples today.
She giggled softly in response and wrapped her arm around his, leading him toward the carriage waiting outside.
"Hehe, if my Leon likes it... then I’ll wear these kinds of dresses more often—especially for you."
As they exited the mansion, she led him to the carriage. Everyone who looked their way—even Kaela, who was in charge of the transport—paused in surprise at the commander’s appearance.
The market of Duskmoor buzzed with life. Lanterns floated above cobbled streets, casting warm glows that danced across merchant stalls and crystal shop windows. The scent of roasted nuts, sweet mana confections, and enchanted herbs hung in the air.
Amid the noise and motion, they stood out like a tale come to life.
Seraphine, the cold and untouchable Commander of Duskmoor, walked beside a silver-haired young man—taller than her, his expression calm, his presence quietly commanding. Her arm was linked with his, dress flowing like woven starlight. He wore clean white, understated but regal.
People whispered. The Commander... was on a date.
But Seraphine didn’t glance at them. She smiled, leading Leon through the heart of the city like the crowd didn’t exist.
She stopped at a small dessert stall known for its enchanted duskblossom sweets, holding up two fingers. "Two of those," she said.
Then she turned to Leon, soft-eyed. "They melt if you don’t eat them quickly. Want me to feed you?"
Leon blinked, amused. "I don’t mind, Seraphine—but would you really do that in public?"
He can see there were lot of eyes on them.
Without a word, she picked one up between her gloved fingers, leaned in, and placed it against his lips.
"Eat," she whispered.
He did. The sweetness burst across his tongue with a cool, floral chill. He wasn’t sure what stunned him more—the flavor or the way she looked at him while he tasted it.
Later, they walked hand-in-hand through a glasswork lane where enchanted chimes hung from floating rods between buildings. Each one played a faint melody as they passed beneath.
Seraphine stopped at a music crystal vendor and lifted a tiny orb to Leon’s ear. It played a soft, warm tune—gentle notes like falling petals.
"I used to listen to this when I couldn’t sleep," she murmured.
Leon looked at her. "You still don’t sleep easily?"
"Not unless my disciple lets me hug him during the day."
He said nothing, but gently squeezed her hand.
They stopped by a street artist sketching couples with swift, practiced strokes. Seraphine paid him before Leon could protest and sat beside him on a low stone bench, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You’re enjoying this too much," Leon said, voice low.
"I’m allowed to," she replied, not moving. "You’re mine for the day."
As night fell and the lanterns above shimmered brighter, they reached a bridge overlooking Duskmoor’s glowing river. The water glowed faintly from alchemical channels beneath its surface, casting luminous ripples in the dark.
Seraphine leaned forward on the railing, watching their reflections shift on the water’s surface.
Leon stepped behind her, arms gently circling her waist.
"This is... the first time I’ve seen you like this," he whispered against her ear.
It was true. She often clung to him in passing—used him like a pillow, teased him in private—but this... this was different.
This was Seraphine free.
No rank. No pressure. Just a woman who wanted to be seen, to be held.
She leaned back into him, smiling.
"Then you should make sure you remember it."
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