"State your name and business."
Leonhardt watched the stern guard calmly.
The man trembled upon meeting his gaze—the tremble in his shoulders and increased breathing were subtle, but Leonhardt noticed.
"Leo, and pleasure. These are my wives."
No mincing of words, Leon avoided needless troubles with honesty. He wrapped both Olga and Nyxara's waists with his large hands and caressed their soft hips. The guard observed both women and swallowed hard.
The dark elves also squealed at his words, before Nyxara huffed, and they became quiet.
"I-I see..."
With a quivering voice, the guards' stern atmosphere faltered, and he checked the documents and information that Leonhardt handed over.
"You are Adventurers?"
"Of course we are, little man." Nyxara flicked a dagger along her fingers with highly skilled and technical movements, before tossing it up and letting it slide into the sheath tied to her thigh with a low click. "Is there an issue?"
