All Chapters of Investing In My Lv.999 Devoted Wife Makes Me a Tyrant: Chapter 81
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81 | Breakfast for My Wife (II)
Seraphina's gaze dropped to it.Allen looked at her."I'm using the arm, aren't I?"Her eyes rose to his face.No smile this time.A dry breath escaped him. "Right. Terrible argument."Her fingers loosened.She released him, then pushed his bowl a little closer with the same hand.His eyes dropped to the bowl, then returned to his wife."Very convincing."Seraphina took another bite from her own breakfast.Allen almost laughed.He picked up his spoon and ate.The warmth helped. So did sitting still. The tightness in his forearm didn't vanish, but the tremor stopped demanding his attention every few breaths. His back and shoulders felt less drawn after the hot food went down. Across from him, Seraphina's breathing had settled too, though the short walk still showed in the faint tiredness around her eyes.Allen finished several bites before he caught Seraphina
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82 | A Sword With an End
Allen tightened the last buckle at his left hip.Silverhowl settled against his leg inside its sheath. The weight and balance were familiar. The faint tremor in his right forearm was still there when he pulled his hand away from the belt, small enough that it didn't interfere with the work.Across the front room, Seraphina watched the sword.She sat in the wooden chair near the wall, pale-blue dress falling over her boots, blue shawl around her shoulders. The wheelchair waited within reach beside her. She didn't look at it.Her gaze moved from Silverhowl to Allen's face. Crimson eyes didn't make her pause. Neither did the dark markings crossing the backs of his hands.Allen picked up his coin pouch."I'm getting the sword looked at."Seraphina glanced at the sheath again, then back to him and gave a clear nod.That was enough.Allen stepped close and bent. He kissed her cheek.Seraphina leaned
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83 | A Sword With an End (II)
The appraiser leaned back slightly and studied Allen instead of the blade."Depends what you're actually asking the next sword to survive.""More than this sword can. Repeatedly.""Then don't waste your time buying another Uncommon blade because it looks expensive.""Rare?""Maybe. Maybe not." The appraiser lifted Silverhowl, slid it back into the sheath, and set the fully covered sword toward Allen. "If your 'restrained' swing is already doing that, you're talking about purpose-built work sooner than later. Epic, probably, if you want room to grow instead of another temporary fix."Allen took the sheathed sword with his left hand."Who sells something like that?"The appraiser barked a short laugh. "That's not how the good ones work."Allen rebuckled Silverhowl at his hip.The man continued, "Epic work isn't a rack behind a Guild counter. First you find a smith who can actually do it. Then you
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84 | Her First Errand
Allen had his right hand on the front-door latch when the wheelchair creaked behind him.He looked back.Seraphina sat straight in the chair, already dressed for outside. Her pale-blue dress fell over her boots, and the blue shawl sat snug around her shoulders. Silver hair spilled over the left side, its garnet-dark ends lying against the cloth.She looked at the door, then at him. Allen glanced at the empty bread cloth folded over the chair handle."So you're set on coming with me." Seraphina nodded.Of course she was.Allen left the latch and crossed back to her. Silverhowl stayed sheathed at his left hip. His coin pouch sat under his coat. A small tremor passed through his right forearm when he caught the wheelchair handle, irritating but too slight to interfere.He leaned down until they were eye to eye. "You ride there," he said. "Save your legs for the market."Her eyes narrowed slightly. Allen waited.
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85 | Her First Errand (II)
Seraphina's shoulders settled. Her chin came level. The soft private expression she'd worn at the bread stall went still. Allen knew that look. Silver Death had never needed to shout. Seraphina kept walking, and Allen let her. Her next steps were shorter. Then a step landed with a faint hitch. Allen stopped the wheelchair and set the brake. Seraphina immediately looked at him. "Enough?" She shook her head. The answer came before the frustration could hide in her face, and her right hand gave his a firm squeeze. Allen held her gaze, then let go of her hand and slid his left arm around her waist. Seraphina accepted the support without hanging on him. She came close against his side, warm through the dress, her boots still carrying most of the load. He bent and caught her mouth in a brief, warm kiss. Seraphina leaned into h
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86 | The Letter From Valemont
A hard knock struck the front door. Allen looked up.The house had finally gone quiet after the market. Evening light lay dull across the front room, and the smell of fresh bread still drifted in from the kitchen. Seraphina sat at the dark-wood table with her boots planted beneath her chair, pale-blue dress smooth over her knees and the blue shawl still around her shoulders. She'd spent most of the afternoon resting. The rough breathing from outside the Guild was gone, though a little tiredness remained around her eyes.Seraphina turned toward the sound. Allen was already standing.Silverhowl rested sheathed at his left hip. He hadn't bothered taking off the weapon belt after the man near the Guild disappeared into that side lane. Maybe wearing a sword in his own front room was excessive.He didn't care.The wheelchair waited near the wall within easy reach of Seraphina. She was steady in the wooden chair and watching him, not the door no
Last Updated : 2026-10-03
87 | The Letter From Valemont (II)
His thumb rested against the edge of the letter.Care was a strange word to read in somebody else's demand. Allen knew what it looked like when Seraphina was too weak to lift a spoon. He knew the weight of her when stairs had been impossible, the patience it took to let her stand without doing the work for her, and the way her eyes narrowed now whenever he reached for something she could manage herself. None of that had ever required him to decide what she wanted.His thumb pressed a little harder against the paper.He wanted to fold the page until the words disappeared inside it. He didn't. It was Seraphina's letter.Someone Seraphina knew from Valemont had watched her walk near the Guild that morning, and now this had arrived before nightfall.The timing stank.Maybe someone had sent word after the market. The letter could just as easily have been on its way before Seraphina ever left home. Allen had nothing between those possi
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88 | You Do Not Own Her
Morning light had reached the dark-wood table before Seraphina picked up the charcoal again.The letter from House Valemont lay open between them. Her answer from the night before sat beneath the neat House script in thick black strokes.NO.Allen had left the broken envelope beside it. He'd also brought the wrapped charcoal over from the hearth after breakfast and set it within reach of her left hand. Nothing else needed adding.Seraphina read the page again.Then she pinned the bottom of the page with her right hand.Allen stayed in the chair to her right and kept his hands to himself.The charcoal turned between her left fingers. Her grip was steadier than it had been at the Guild records desk, though the first touch still left a slightly uneven line. She curved it down, corrected the lower stroke, and lifted the stub.An S.Still crooked, but firmer than the mark she had made at the Guild.
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89 | You Do Not Own Her (II)
She stroked him again, then leaned down and pressed a kiss beneath the head of his cock.Allen's fingers slid into her silver hair.Seraphina opened her mouth and took him in.Heat closed around him.A rough sound left Allen before he could swallow it.Her eyes lifted immediately.Allen's grip at the back of her head stayed loose. "Don't stop."She kept moving.Her mouth moved down his cock while her left hand kept working the length she hadn't taken. The first rhythm was careful, almost testing. When Allen's hips shifted beneath her, Seraphina adjusted without being told, taking him a little deeper on the next pass.Slurp.The wet sound cut through the quiet room.Allen's jaw tightened.Seraphina saw that too.A faint smile tried to form around him."Don't get smug with my cock in your mouth."Her eyes brightened.She sucked harder.Last Updated : 2026-10-04Read more
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90 | B-Rank, After the Fact
The Valemont letter was still on the table after breakfast. Allen stood over it with his Guild jacket already buttoned. The C-rank badge sat on the left side of his chest. Silverhowl rested at his left hip. Seraphina sat across from him with a cup in hand, watching the page instead of drinking. Allen read the middle paragraph once more. Collect. The word hadn't improved overnight. He folded the reply along the crease, slid it back into the opened envelope, and picked both up. 'Not leaving this on a table while I'm out.' Allen sent the reply and opened envelope into Dominion Cache. Paper disappeared from his hand without sound. Seraphina's eyes followed the empty space it left behind. Allen tapped the C-rank badge with a fingertip. "I'm fixing this today." Her gaze moved from the badge to his face. "The House problem can wait until I'm back. This one shouldn't have lasted this long." A small nod. Allen stepped around the table. Seraphina turned toward him before he reache
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