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"Moooo!!—"

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 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 explained with an amused grin. “Genetically speaking, it’s a mutated species of the armored yak.”

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

“Not to mention its heightened—”