"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 …