In the end, Leon and Anis found the boss-level monster and, of course, defeated it with ease.
At that moment, Terminus Est was pointed directly at the monster's forehead as Leon spoke coldly:
"I won't kill you—but surrender to me."
"Ooooooooooooooooooo—!!"
"Stop howling like a wolf. Even though I'm fluent in multiple languages and ancient scripts, I still can't understand a wolf's howl. And I know you can speak human words, King of the Northern Winds."
Leon kicked the enormous wolf king in front of him.
He had to admit—just by looking at it, the creature was magnificent.
A massive wolf, five meters tall, its fur gleaming with hues of icy blue and snow-white.
It wielded power over fierce winds and freezing cold, able to completely nullify wind and ice attacks.
Yet despite its lupine form, its true identity was something far greater:
a powerful god who had existed for thousands of years, the ruler of these lands—
Andrius, the Wolf of the North Wind, the King of all Wolves.
"…I never imagined a human strong enough to defeat me so effortlessly," Andrius growled, lowering his head.
"Ah, we could've just sat down and chatted," Leon said, crossing his arms with a grin. "But you were the one who decided to test me the moment you opened your mouth."
When Leon and Anis first arrived to explore the area, they had unknowingly trespassed into the territory of the Wolf King.
Andrius had suddenly appeared before them and let out a thunderous howl.
Without so much as an introduction, he challenged them to a battle.
...
Moments later, he found himself pinned to the ground, utterly defeated.
Though an undeniably powerful SSS-ranked monster—no, a god—he couldn't gain even the slightest advantage against the Black Prince.
Andrius, the Wolf of the North Wind, was utterly humiliated.
He had intended to show off his strength and teach the two intruding humans a lesson.
Instead, he had been mercilessly beaten.
He hadn't even gotten to start his "second phase"—his endurance bar had already hit zero.
"Alright," Leon said, dusting off his hands. "Next time you meet someone, be more humble. Otherwise, you'll just end up embarrassing yourself again. And now… surrender to me."
Leon raised his hand and pressed it against Andrius's snout, a faint smirk curling his lips.
Since signing contracts with Dvalin and Apep, Leon had developed a fascination with mythical beings—those with overwhelming, elemental power.
If a creature could think, reason, and speak, then Leon preferred to conquer it.
After all, times had changed. Fighting alone wasn't stylish anymore.
Summoning was far more elegant—more refined.
Just imagine:
your opponent draws a sword, ready to fight you head-on—
and you just yawn, snap your fingers, and summon a horde of legendary beasts to do your bidding.
For someone practically invincible, victory alone no longer satisfied Leon.
What he sought was a beautiful, absolute victory—one that displayed power, pride, and perfection.
He delighted in accumulating strength, wealth, women, and power.
And now, the Wolf of the North Wind before him—who could nullify both wind and ice—was yet another form of power he desired.
If subdued, Andrius would become not only a formidable ally in combat…
but also a magnificent mount.
But wolves were a proud race.
"No! Never!" Andrius barked. "I am the Wolf King who has ruled these lands for millennia! How could I ever submit to anyone?"
Leon tilted his head slightly. "Really? But I'm not asking you—I'm ordering you."
He placed his hands on his hips.
Ever since his Geass had grown unstable, Leon had worn special contact lenses over his left eye to prevent accidentally giving absolute commands.
Even so, his words now carried a natural, overwhelming authority.
Any intelligent creature that heard his voice would feel an involuntary urge to obey.
And his demeanor had grown ever more domineering and absolute.
If you obeyed him, he'd reward you with kindness and generosity.
If you defied him, he'd wield the whip without hesitation.
"Don't be arrogant, human!" Andrius snarled. "Even if I die, I'll never surrender to you!"
"Die?" Leon scoffed. "You stupid wolf—you really don't understand your situation, do you? If I recall correctly… your pack is still nearby, isn't it?"
"Awoooooo—!!"
The moment Leon mentioned his pack, Andrius's eyes widened.
He rose to his feet, bristling with agitation, anger, and fear.
Magic power surged through the air—wind and ice swirling violently around him.
"Don't you dare threaten me with my people, human!"
"Tsk. Calm down. Why would I do something so low?" Leon frowned. "What I mean is, if you surrender to me, I'll give your pack a safe home."
He grabbed a handful of fur beneath Andrius's chin and slammed him back to the ground.
Andrius groaned, dazed, but also oddly relieved. He could feel it now—the essence radiating from Leon.
This boy was more arrogant than any wolf he had ever met.
And yet… this human was not despicable.
He would never stoop so low as to use another's family as leverage.
"Hmph! I appreciate your kindness, but I can protect my people without your help."
"Really? Unless you're invincible, your protection isn't absolute," Leon said flatly. "And that's your mistake. The moment I took an interest in you, you lost the right to refuse."
The power of the dragon surged from Leon's body.
Andrius's breath caught—his massive frame trembling as his head was forced down.
Leon wasn't cruel out of malice—he was simply absolute.
If he wanted something, he would claim it, no matter what stood in his way.
Once, he had respected the will of others.
But that respect only extended so far as they didn't defy him—
because the only person Leon truly respected… was himself.
The proud and mighty Wolf King before him—Leon acknowledged his strength, his pride.
He wouldn't treat him like a mere dog.
But that didn't make him important.
In the end, Andrius was just an old wolf.
Show him too much respect, and you'd only demean yourself.
"What are you doing…?" Andrius muttered, a chill of foreboding running through him.
"Unfortunately, Andrius, Wolf of the North Wind… your strength isn't enough to sustain your arrogance before me. I want your surrender. You… can only accept it."
Leon extended a hand behind him without looking. "Anis—bring me the orb."
"Got it! Let's test its performance!" Anis replied, pulling out a purple-and-white sphere the size of her palm.
Leon took the orb with a grin.
"Here, let's test the effect of the new [Master Ball] I developed with my sister."
(End of Chapter)