All Class Tamer

That night in Mahale Village, as I lay asleep between Aisha and Reshia, a shadow moved in the distance. It looked like someone was fleeing through the trees—but I brushed off the distant commotion and let sleep claim me again.

The next morning, we checked out of the inn, ready to continue our journey to Lavela Kingdom. As we stepped outside, a pushy market vendor tried to sell me some clearly fake magical items. I politely declined and turned around—only to see Aisha and Reshia staring intently at a massive cage in the town square.

Surrounding the large cage were several smaller ones, each holding weakened monsters.

"Master," Aisha called, "you can tame this one."

"Huh?" I stepped closer, inspecting the largest cage. Inside was a massive, white-scaled serpent coiled in silence.

"Because she's crying," Reshia whispered. "She's hurt… and being abused."

I clenched my fist and scanned the area for the owner. Eventually, I found the merchant responsible and questioned him about the serpent.

"That one's already sold," he replied casually. "A noble from Lavela Kingdom bought it."

I gritted my teeth but kept calm. "Then I'll accompany you as an escort until the handoff," I offered.

Surprisingly, he agreed. And with that, we left Mahale Village—following the merchant caravan toward Lavela.

As we walked, he explained the origin of the monsters: they were survivors of a recent dungeon break. "Lingering monsters," he called them—creatures left without a home after their dungeon collapsed. Taming them was dangerous, he warned. "Especially that one," he said, gesturing toward the white serpent. "A Twilight Serpent. Exotic, rare, and stubborn."

Aisha and Reshia stayed close to the large cage, silently connecting with the creature inside.

"What's that collar?" I asked.

"A magic-dampening tool," the merchant replied. "It drains their mana. Hurts like hell if they resist."

"And the noble paid how much?"

"Hundred gold."

I had only thirty-five. My heart sank.

Suddenly, one of the lesser monsters went feral. It burst from its cage, towering over us as it roared. Before it could strike, Aisha dashed forward, pointed her axe, and chanted:

"Blood Boil."

The monster exploded in a spray of gore, drenching us all. With my magic, I gathered the blood and cleaned us quickly.

"You saved us," the merchant said, grateful. "Thanks."

Eventually, we reached the gates of Lavela Kingdom's capital, Piltre City, and parted ways—or so the merchant thought.

Aisha, Reshia, and I secretly followed him.

From a distance, we watched the buyer approach. The noble was a smug-looking man named Mister Dauge, the captain of Lavela's royal guard.

"You have what I wanted?" he asked.

"Right here," the merchant said, revealing the Twilight Serpent.

Dauge tossed over a bag of gold. "Pleasure doing business. And remember—you never met me."

With that, he left, taking the serpent with him.

Our plan to rescue her failed.

I decided to report the incident at the Piltre Guild… but no one believed me. No proof. No interest. Just cold shoulders.

Meanwhile, in Dauge's private chambers, the serpent suffered.

Her scales were stripped and sold. Her magic suppressed. Her soul broken.

"It hurts… please… someone… help me…" she cried in silence.

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Wanting answers, I visited Lavela Castle to meet Prince Desmond Lavela—Princess Aurora's fiancé. The guards escorted me into the guest chamber. Aisha, curious as always, touched everything until I stopped her.

Soon, Prince Desmond arrived.

At first, I greeted him formally, but then he asked, "Do you really not remember me?"

I blinked. "Pardon?"

"You forgot?" He clutched his heart dramatically.

Of course, I remembered. Desmond had always treated me like a little brother. He and Aurora adored me when we were younger. But I chose to play dumb.

He quickly shifted to business. "Guard me on my wedding," he said. "Your girls is included."

Then he asked how I went from Rank E to Rank B so quickly. I told him everything—truthfully.

He was stunned… and proud.

"My cute little brother's building a harem!" he cried, wiping a tear.

My fists itched for a Forbidden Punch.

Then I remembered the serpent. I told Desmond everything. He offered to buy her back himself, but I declined—it wasn't his responsibility.

Still, he summoned Mister Dauge.

When questioned, Dauge denied everything. But Aisha gave him a piercing stare.

"There's blood on his handkerchief," Reshia whispered, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the crimson stain. 

Desmond demanded to see it. Aisha sniffed it carefully.

"Below…" she said. "She's kept underground."

Dauge panicked. "It's not what it looks like—"

"Silence," Desmond growled. "Aisha, lead the way."

We followed her through dark halls to a hidden chamber beneath the castle. There, chained and beaten, lay the Twilight Serpent—barely alive.

Aisha and Reshia rushed to her.

"Please wake up!" Aisha begged, her Hellfire flaring.

"Come on…" Reshia pressed her ear to the serpent's chest. "She's still breathing!"

The room trembled with fury. Terra shook the walls. Hellfire sparked. Bone creaked. Blood churned. Our magic surged—driven by rage and pain.

"You lied to me, Dauge!" Desmond shouted.

"It wasn't me! I didn't—!"

"Silence!" I roared. "I won't forgive you!"

With Desmond's approval, I stepped forward. I shattered the collar and chanted the spell:

"Tame!"

The serpent's eyes fluttered open. Slowly, she accepted the bond. The spell was successful—but she was too weak to move.

With the help of the guards, we brought her to a nearby ranch. Aisha and Reshia cared for her day by day, treating her wounds and feeding her.

Meanwhile, Dauge was stripped of his title and thrown into prison.

A few days later, I opened her status interface:

> Name: Luna

Race: Twilight Serpent

Class: Unknown

Element: Order, Chaos

Level: 349

Watching the three of them playing together warmed my heart. Luna was safe. Healthy. Healing.

But I couldn't rest yet.

With the wedding ceremony just two days away, I left the ranch—heading toward the Monster Forest. It was time to level Luna up.

Meanwhile, deep within the prison where Dauge had been thrown, he sat hunched in the shadows, muttering bitterly to himself.

"Ares Meledric... I won't forget this," he growled, hatred burning in his eyes. "You'll regret crossing me."

Just then, a faint click echoed through the cell corridor. A cloaked figure appeared before the bars, their face obscured by darkness. Without a word, they extended a hand through the iron bars, offering something strange—an object pulsing with ominous energy, wrapped in black cloth.

Dauge's eyes widened. He reached out slowly, fingers trembling—not with fear, but anticipation. As his hand closed around it, a wicked smile crept across his face.

"Soon… very soon."