"Moooo!!—"


    Rosvisser heard a strange, loud bellow echoing through the hall.


    Turning toward the sound, aplex expression appeared on her icy, elegant face.


    Ten minutes ago, her clever but often impractical husband, who usually excelled only at ying dragons, told her he had a n to help her practice *Soul Judgment*.


    Now, ten minutester, he was standing in front of her, holding the reins of a massive bull asrge as an elephant.


    With anyone else, the scene might have felt absurdly out of ce; but when it came to Leon, it somehow made perfect sense.


    Whatever Leon got involved with was either refreshingly innovative… or aplete disaster.


    Still, Rosvisser couldn’t figure out why he brought a bull to her sacred hall.


    More importantly, *where* did he get this bull?@@novelbin@@


    “This here is an S-rank beast—the Furyhorn Bull,” Leon exined with an amused grin. “Gically speaking, it’s a mutated species of the armored yak.”


    "Due to the mutation, it’s got significantly enhanced power, defense, and speedpared to your standard armored yak."


    “Not to mention its heightened—”


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