Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

"Phew..."

Leonhardt breathed deeply while watching Zafira pouting after she continued to clash with Nyxara. He was forced to scold her. Because there wasn't much time before he returned to the village, he sent Zafira and her wolves to start their work.

"Master, what would you ask of us?"

Nyxara tried to appeal to him in quite a passionate display, causing his lips to twitch.

"How strong are your archers? Show me."

Although Leon knew the strength of Nyxara, she was much stronger than the other women, and he didn't want any issues.

'Finally, a master who wants to accept us!'

Nyxara's eyes immediately transformed from flirtatious and wet to a pair of sharp, crescent moons and after lifting her arm, she whistled.

'For a hundred years, our race has been deprived, degraded and despised!'

The beautiful dark elf archers gathered like a gust of wind passing through the desert, and the eight women holding old, but well-maintained longbows stood behind Nyxara.

'This man isn't the strongest, but his eyes look at us like warriors, not women!'

"Interesting."

"Master, we have answered your call!"

The archers called out, kneeling before Leon with glowing eyes filled with expectation and excitement.

"Please give us your orders, Master."

Nyxara transformed from a seductive beauty to a femme fatal. Now a sensual and deadly warrior holding a bow on one knee. Leon could sense a powerful desire and aura while he fought her.

'Leonhardt, we dark elves live in the darkness. If you give us a chance, we shall protect you from the shadows.'

"Show me what you can do, to the south is a pack of wolves, I want to see how long it takes you to cut their numbers in half."

Another low whistle with a beautiful tone came from the elves' mouths, starting with Nyxara. Within seconds, the archers swiftly ascended the trees, blending into the foliage.

'If you forsake us, we will strike you down.'

Leonhardt noticed Nyxara's gaze, sometimes overflowing with expectation but also a sense of distrust, fear, and worry.

"Well, let me see how you fare."

Woosh!

Leon followed the elves, his feet tapping off the ground as the cool breeze blew against his face, and the thick scent of grass and forest filled his nose. He couldn't see the elves without using his Arachne Eyes. Only after using it could he see them when moving.

[They seem eager to impress you, Leon]

'When did you both start calling me Leon?'

His steps remained swift and calculated using his extra eyes, while focused on the conversation with Ifrit.

[Because that succubus started acting strange, hmph!]

'Okay, well... these elves are wonderful, right?'

[Tsk! They are alright, but what's with that captain acting so fresh with you.]

'Don't get jealous.'

Leon couldn't help but be excited, thinking of their extreme speed, and the level of their stealth, almost able to trick his evolved eyes. He stepped forward, leaping over a bush, and jumped into the air.

"Hah."

He landed on the thick branch several feet into the air and stopped. Leon started squeezing the Mana in his chest towards his eyes. A blue and purple glow illuminated his Pentagram pupils with a small symbol in the centre.

[Going all out for the first time?]

'Ah, My nose picked up the beastly scent of the wolves, so I need to do this to see that woman's movements from a distance.'

Nyxara's elves whistled among themselves. At first, he found the communication method strange, but once mixed with the wilderness, it sounded like bird calls and faded into the background.

'Eight archers, two on each tree, covering the entire arc around the tree.'

Leon's eyes shimmering like jewels absorbed everything they viewed as information sent straight to his brain and decoded, and this was the method used to turn magic and skills into his own.

Nyxara appeared alone on the frontmost tree, her movements perfected, with a sense of grace and prestige as she covered the same angle as two regular elven archers.

Whistle~

After her whistle, she lifted three fingers and pointed to the west. Leon followed her gaze, a smile forming on his lips.

He watched the elves hunting the three wolves, walking through the underbrush in a half-trance. Their heads lifted after hearing the first whistle, before snorting and turning away.

Swoosh!

The low rattle of the bowstring entered his ears. Almost silent, it echoed, causing several birds to scatter. Leonhardt's eyes followed the rain of arrows, arcing through the air with flawless execution.

Awoo~

Followed by the pained howl of a wolf.

The dark elves used long black arrows with serrated tips. These lethal arrows lodged into the chest of their prey and penetrated their organs. From the moment they pierced each wolf, there was no chance of survival.

Nyxara remained focused on the corpses in silence. Her teeth dragged along her bottom lip as if frustrated. Then Leon saw her expression twist and distort into a wicked but beautiful image.

Whistle!

A call for attack, a seductive yet insane smile, twisted yet enchanting. Leon's eyes narrowed, focused only on Nyxara, and her fingers that showed ten enemies to hunt.

Leon waited less than five minutes from the dark elves' arrival in this area to the start of the massacre.

Almost losing his breath as he observed her stance, posture and how Nyxara drew her bow.

[Leon?]

It might have been the first time for Ifrit to observe Leonhardt so immersed in learning, watching, and awakening something inside him that even he didn't know existed.

His eyes glowed, Mana and magic flooding his eyes.

Able to see the vapours in her breath, each slight flicker of movement, as the Dark Elf Captain's bow drew two arrows, aimed at the larger wolves protecting the pack of ten.

[◊ Acquired New Skill ◊]

• Gained Skill: Archery (Lv.1)

• Gained Skill: Stealth (Lv.1)

"Haa..." Nyxara pushed her lips together, taking a shallow breath, before closing one of her emerald eyes, and sharpening the other. Then her eyes glowed with the energy and Mana that swirled within her chest and flowed into her emerald eye, causing it to shine. She focused her senses on the sight before releasing a sharp breath.

She was a beautiful dark-skinned elf, her long purple hair blowing with the gentle forest breeze, carrying the heavy aroma of earth, trees, grasses, and flowers.

F-Fwoosh!

Two arrows disappeared in the blink of an eye, followed by two howls of pain. Nyxara was unfazed and prepared two more arrows while observing her target. Leon's eyes glowed as if absorbing every detail, storing her form and image for eternity, as his hands and arms mimicked her shooting and drawing.

A moment later, eight arrows followed and slayed the wolves.

"Absolutely, wonderful."

◊ Captain Nyxara and her troops won her first battle!

• Grey Wolves Slain (13)Gained 650 XP

Gained 260 EP

Gained 1300 DP

◊ Your words have encouraged and comforted Nyxara's heart, congratulations... maybe?

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