"Moooo!!â"
Rosvisser heard a strange, loud bellow echoing through the hall.
Turning toward the sound, a complex expression appeared on her icy, elegant face.
Ten minutes ago, her clever but often impractical husband, who usually excelled only at slaying dragons, told her he had a plan to help her practice *Soul Judgment*.
Now, ten minutes later, he was standing in front of her, holding the reins of a massive bull as large as an elephant.
With anyone else, the scene might have felt absurdly out of place; but when it came to Leon, it somehow made perfect sense.
Whatever Leon got involved with was either refreshingly innovative⦠or a complete disaster.
Still, Rosvisser couldnât figure out why he brought a bull to her sacred hall.
More importantly, *where* did he get this bull?@@novelbin@@
âThis here is an S-rank beastâthe Furyhorn Bull,â Leon explained with an amused grin. âGenetically speaking, itâs a mutated species of the armored yak.â
"Due to the mutation, itâs got significantly enhanced power, defense, and speed compared to your standard armored yak."
âNot to mention its heightenedââ