The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1066 - 165 - The Dwarven Queen Falls (1)

The snowstorm was finally beginning to die down, its rage fading into a tired sigh as the last sharp gusts of wind dragged themselves across the village. What had once been a furious whiteout — a wall of snow and howling wind that felt like it could swallow the world whole — was now reduced to lazy flakes drifting down from the clouds. The hours stretched slowly, each minute peeling away another layer of the storm’s fury until only a gentle, half-hearted breeze remained, pushing around the leftover powder like it was done throwing its tantrum.

With the storm easing, the dwarves finally started stepping outside again. Or—well, "stepping outside" was generous. Most of them had to force their doors open first, because the snow piled up against their houses reached so high it practically barricaded them in. You could hear them groaning through the effort as they shoved and kicked the frozen wall. Then came the scraping of shovels—loud, metallic, rhythmic—echoing through the village as they tried to carve a path out of their homes. The storm had smothered everything in its way, pressing snow against every doorstep like it wanted to trap everyone inside for good.

"It’s finally over, huh?" I exhaled, my breath curling like smoke in the cold air.

And with the storm ending came something else ending too — my challenge with Agneis. Meaning the long, torturous wait was finally over. Meaning that after six damn days, I could finally fuck her.

If anyone asked me whether I was excited and I pretended otherwise, I’d be the worst liar alive. Hell, my body wasn’t even trying to hide it. My pants were already pitching a full-on tent — not a little bump or a shy bulge, but the kind of tent that made me look like I was smuggling a whole medieval weapon under my clothes.

Six days. Six days without sex, without release, without even an ounce of relief. That was basically a miracle of restraint, considering how things normally went between us. Honestly, it was the longest dry spell I’d had in a very, very long time. So yeah, being this worked up was natural—expected, even. My whole body felt tense, sensitive, on edge, like someone had wrapped a rubber band around my brain and stretched it too tight.

Sure, Agneis and I had touched each other, teased each other, played around just enough to drive each other crazy. We’d edged ourselves stupid. But we never crossed the line into actually fucking, and she never let me cum. It was torture — pure, sweet, frustrating torture.

So right now? I was horny. Like, extremely horny. Comically horny. There was no point trying to pretend otherwise. I wasn’t sugarcoating anything because there was nothing to sugarcoat. My thoughts were basically one continuous loop of: I want to fuck Agneis. I need to fuck Agneis. I’m going to fuck Agneis.

Meanwhile, the woman in question had already gone back to work, as if she wasn’t also the cause of my slow mental breakdown. Agneis didn’t even take a breath after the storm weakened — she immediately returned to her duties as queen. Straight back to her castle, straight to work, straight to checking through every little thing that the blizzard might’ve damaged.

Surprisingly, the village hadn’t suffered much. A few trees toppled over, the roads were buried, and plenty of people were snowed in behind mountains of powder, but the real infrastructure was mostly fine. Some roofs had minor dents or cracks, but nothing catastrophic. Honestly, it was impressive. Agneis had mentioned before that the houses were built specifically to endure disasters like this, and seeing the results, I believed her. If every building was this sturdy, then yeah, their disaster-preparedness system was top-tier.

After being stuck inside for nearly a week, I finally decided to walk out and take a look at everything myself.

The village was alive with movement. Dwarves of all shapes and builds were scattered everywhere, shoveling snow, clearing pathways, and freeing neighbors trapped behind heavy drifts. There was this warm, almost glowing energy in the way they worked—nobody complaining, nobody asking for payment or reward, just everyone helping because that’s what they did. And honestly, the sight hit me harder than I expected. Watching people support each other so easily, with nothing but goodwill pushing them along—it made something inside me feel strangely warm.

If the whole world acted like this, maybe things would look a hell of a lot better than they do right now.

As I scanned the village, I spotted Filia. She was enthusiastically helping, wielding what looked like a brand-new invention of hers. Something mechanical and oddly shaped, spitting steam as she experimented with it.

Hmm. She’d told me she’d been stuck, unable to come up with any new designs. Yet here she was, clearly having broken through whatever creative wall had blocked her. Seeing that spark back in her—seeing her using something she’d made—it was kind of amazing. She’d grown so much in just a few days, right here in this snow-covered village.

Amon and Anne were helping too. Amon used her magic to lift massive sheets of snow like they weighed nothing, tossing them aside with smooth hand motions. Anne, on the other hand, relied on her robotic strength—lifting shovels full of snow effortlessly, doing the work of three dwarves in half the time.

Meanwhile, there was me. Honestly, nothing special. Part of me wanted to help, but another part knew I’d probably just get in the way. Compared to what the others could do, my contribution would’ve been like tossing a cup of water into the ocean.

While wandering around, I suddenly heard this soft little crouching sound behind me—like paws pressing into snow. When I turned around, I saw a cat.

A black cat. Pure black. Its fur was silky and dark, almost shining against the snow. And its eyes—god, its eyes were this deep, mesmerizing blue that made me feel like I was being pulled into another dimension. It was honestly such a stunning sight that for a moment I genuinely questioned whether the cat was real or some kind of illusion created by the cold.

"Meow."

And on top of that, it was ridiculously cute.

So cute that something in me instantly wanted to pick it up and claim it as mine.

"Meow."

But... what the hell was a cat doing out here? In this freezing weather? And right after a massive snowstorm?

Still, I reached out and tried to pick it up.

But just as my fingers were about to touch its fur, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"It’s rude to touch somebody else’s cat, Leon."

Agneis.

I had been literally an inch away from touching the cat, but the moment she spoke, the little creature bolted away, darting off like it was terrified of her.

"Oh, you seem done with your duties, Queen," I said, smirking.

"Yes. And you look rather energetic today. I wonder why that is?" she said with that familiar teasing tone.

"Well, it’s only natural for someone excited to be energetic, isn’t it?"

"I suppose so," she replied with a knowing smile. "You seem so excited that you’re already going after someone else’s cat. I feel like I should be jealous. I wonder who’s supposed to touch my cat now?"

Her lips curled with that playful confidence.

She always knew exactly how to play with me — shamelessly referring to her pussy as a "cat" like it was the most normal thing in the world.