You should be loyal to me too

You should be loyal to me too

Just then, Eleanor approached him, her black gown mesmerizing in its elegance. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and highlighting her breasts, with a hint of cleavage peeking out, drawing Julian's gaze.

Her presence was captivating, and the air seemed to shimmer around her as she smiled softly, creating an alluring contrast to the intensity of his training. Julian felt a surge of excitement and desire as he took in her beauty, momentarily distracted from his thoughts of honing his skills.

Eleanor looked at Julian with curiosity, her brow slightly furrowed.

"How did you gain such power?" she asked, genuinely intrigued.

"You were just in the Mage Realm not long ago, and now you've reached the Supreme Realm. It's almost unbelievable."

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and concern, as if she was trying to grasp the magnitude of his transformation.

Julian chuckled lightly, a playful glint in his eye.

"Oh, I've just had a few lucky encounters," he replied with a grin, brushing off the enormity of his achievement. "Nothing too dramatic, really. Just a little hard work and some interesting experiences along the way."

His tone was casual, but the underlying excitement was evident, hinting at the adventures that had led him to this moment.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his nonchalant demeanor.

"Lucky encounters, huh? It must be nice to have such luck on your side. Most people work their whole lives for a fraction of that power," she said, her curiosity piqued.

Julian leaned against a training dummy, crossing his arms with a smirk.

"Well, sometimes you just have to seize the moment when it presents itself," he replied, the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"You never know what opportunities might come your way if you're willing to take a risk."

Eleanor stepped a bit closer, her gaze unwavering.

"Do you think luck can be replicated? Or is it all just chance?" she asked, her voice softening as she studied him.

Julian leaned closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "So, you must be loyal to me too now," he teased, raising an eyebrow as he watched Eleanor's reaction.

Eleanor blushed slightly, caught off guard by his sudden flirtation. "Loyalty is a strong word," she replied with a teasing smile of her own. "But I suppose I can be loyal to the strongest in the family."

Julian's gaze sparkled with mischief. "Well, then, I guess that makes me your number one, doesn't it?"

Eleanor chuckled, enjoying the playful exchange. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Julian. You still have to prove yourself worthy of such loyalty."

Julian leaned back slightly, his playful grin widening. "You can enjoy many benefits of such loyalty," he teased, his tone light and mischievous.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. "What benefits are we talking about?"

With a teasing glint in his eyes, Julian replied, "Being my woman, of course."

Eleanor's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she realized the implications of his words. "Oh," she stammered, caught off guard. "You certainly know how to make a proposal."

Julian chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Yes, I cannot ignore such beauty, can I?"

Eleanor felt her cheeks heat up further. "But I am your sister!" she protested, trying to maintain her composure.

Julian grinned, leaning in slightly. "That just makes you even more beautiful," he teased, enjoying the way her embarrassment added to the atmosphere.

Eleanor could only shake her head, a mix of flustered amusement and disbelief crossing her face.

Eleanor rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. "You really are a pervert," she remarked, crossing her arms in an attempt to cover herself.

Julian glanced at her cleavage, unable to resist the temptation. "Well, if you present yourself like this to me," he replied playfully, "how can I control myself?"

Eleanor's face flushed again, caught between annoyance and amusement.

"You could at least try to be a little more respectful!" she shot back, though her tone lacked any real seriousness.