Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 63: The Moon’s Chosen [part - 2]

The Moon’s Chosen [part - 2]

Cynthia replied, "We... just follow the prophecy, my Lord. And as our goddess commanded—we exist only to serve you."

Leon raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued. "Serve me?" he echoed. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Cynthia returned his stare with a peaceful smile. "To guard you. To obey your will. To satisfy any need... any desire you have."

The words fell like a spark.

Since the minute Leon had set foot in the ruins, he’d been tight-wired—tense, vigilant, waiting to fight or flee. Uncanny magic, mention of gods, and risk around every corner had kept him in survival mode. But the soft words of Cynthia—hushed, polite, and imbued with faith—awakened something in him.

And then, as the tension slowly dissipated and the somber mood between them grew indistinct, Leon’s true nature began to seep through. The levity he used to live with—the wide smile, the twinkle in his eye—began to reappear.

He allowed his gaze to wander, briefly, along the line of her body—then back to meet her eyes. His smile grew, slow and wicked. "Any desire?" he inquired, voice full of teasing challenge. "That’s a perilous vow, priestess."

Cynthia blinked—but did not glance away. She knew the meaning of his glance, the charge of his smile. She wasn’t innocent. Her training had taught her for devotion in all forms—spiritual, emotional, physical.

There was a faint flush on her cheeks, but her voice remained firm.

"Yes, Lord," she replied, her tone low but unyielding. "Anything. To serve you... is my honor."

Leon breathed softly through his nose, half smiling, half thinking. The ruins around them lay still, the two moons casting long silver shadows. For the first time since coming here in ruin, the burden on his shoulders felt a little less heavy.

Leon looked over his shoulder, his gaze settling on the twin sisters. They were so alike, their green hair flowing like silk, their eyes shining with the same bright color. They were remarkably alike, but each of them carried her own individual aura. One, with a mischievous glint in her eye, had a challenge hanging in the air, while the other was serene and confident.

"And what of your guards?" he asked mockingly. "Are they not also here... to serve me?"

Cynthia whirled round, taken aback. "Forgive me, my lord, for the interruption," she apologized in haste, dropping her eyes.

Leon halted there, taken aback momentarily if he had overstepped a boundary. Did I say something amiss? The uncertainty lasted for a brief moment before Cynthia’s next words cut into his mind.

"They are no longer your protectors," she told him softly, her voice laced with the weight of sincerity. "They are yours now. Like me. They have sworn themselves to serve you, with honor and duty."

Leon sensed the air around him change. The weight of her words was more than he had anticipated. He hadn’t expected this kind of devotion, much less from the twin sisters who stood before him, and who had always maintained their distance.

Before he could do anything, both Kyra and Syra moved forward, bowing their heads in synchronization. Their voices rang in harmonious unison.

Yes, my lord," they replied as one. "Lady Cynthia is correct. We believe it an honor to serve you.

Leon’s eyes followed their faces. Kyra’s face was stoic, her features unyielding, but there was a touch of a blush on her cheeks that rounded out her otherwise stern look. Syra, however, seemed happier, a deeper flush coloring her face, as if the mere act of committing herself gave her a sense of excitement and shyness.

He blinked, the weight of their words slowly sinking in. So, they really mean it? His mind raced as he tried to gauge the depth of their commitment. For a moment, his playful nature resurfaced, trying to break free from the seriousness of the moment.

"Well, really..." Leon began, unable to suppress a teasing smile. "You’ll serve... in any way?"

Kyra’s eyes met his, steady but a little blush creeps onto her cheeks. "Any way you choose, Lord."

Both sisters’ faces flushed immediately. Kyra kept her composure, though the slightest pink flush tinged her cheeks. Syra, being the more expressive one, could hardly conceal the red crawling across her face. Her eyes were wide, though her voice remained steady, if somewhat shy.

"Not if that’s what our lord wishes..." Syra grumbled, as if attempting to keep a grin from spreading too far.

For a second, Leon’s mischievous nature struggled to break through the somber gloom fogging his mind. a smile fighting its way out of his lips What’s this? Am I the protagonist of some harem novel or something?

Leon let out a deep sigh, the burden of his day coming crashing down on him. He couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous it all had been. He remembered the events that had transpired so far, each one more ridiculous than the previous one.

First, he’d spent hours honing his skills in the Silver Forest, driving himself beyond himself, earning many blank points from the system. It had been hard work but worthwhile. He’d successfully honed his capabilities, even if the forest’s creepy quietness and moving shadows had made it seem as if he was stuck in some sort of test.

Then, quite unexpectedly, he’d found the elusive Acqua Silver Flower, a flower many thought existed only in legend. A minor triumph, he’d considered, but a triumph all the same.

And if that wasn’t sufficient, he’d discovered some slice of forbid knowledge.

Then he’d discovered a god artifact, its power thrumming through his palms like a life force. No big deal, right? Casual discovery. Just another artifact in a series of mystical trinkets I never wanted, he chuckled to himself, half-sarcastic about the silliness.

But that was only the beginning. Oh no. He was now a goddess’s destined husband. As if the previous strange occurrences had only been an introduction to that very revelation.

And then, on top of that, he had gained three mighty loyalists. Kyra, Syra, and Cynthia—increasingly stronger than each of their predecessors. And, naturally, they had just offered themselves up to serve him. in whatever way he wished.

One of them was a grandmaster. The other two were at the Master level. Powerful, seasoned, and now bound to him by some mystical fate.

Leon let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in amazement. What a day. He was tempted to laugh just so he would not scream with confusion. Everything seemed to have occurred so rapidly, so unexpectedly. He had moved from a humble cultivator to someone destined for gods know what—and with three extremely skilled subordinates now under his command.

It was too much. Too quick. But for some reason, he feels okay.

"Okay," he said, his tone icy, every word burdened with weight of authority behind the facade of humor. The teasing note in his voice didn’t hide the gravity that lay beneath. "But get this—if you come with me, there’s no turning back.". If you try to flee from me..." He hesitated, his smile growing wider, taking on a feral quality, one that sent a shiver of unease through the air. He leaned forward just a little, his voice lowering. "Just keep in mind—I’ll track you down. And if you flee, I’ll trap you in a room with me... until you never forget what happens when you try to escape."

The words hovered on the air; their significance infused with an unmistakable thread of warning. His eyes did not leave them, and the force of what he was saying seemed to settle in, like an iron weight holding them anchored in place. There was something perilously seductive in the sound of his voice, a combination of charm and authority that was difficult to overcome but impossible to flee.

Cynthia, Kyra, and Syra stiffened momentarily. Their faces, for the barest fraction of a second, were inscrutable—eyes widening, cheeks flushing with a touch of pink, but the power of his words kept them stuck. Each of them knew what Leon was saying in his admonishment, and although they felt a flush at the audacity of it, they didn’t take a step back. Instead, there was an odd combination of surprise, curiosity, and something deeper—something that brought them closer still.

And then, as if in beautiful harmony, the three women fell to one knee, the action swift and decisive. Their faces were etched with unshakable commitment, their voices repeating the same unshakeable vow.

We will never abandon you, Lord," they declared together, their voice stubborn and unyielding. There was no hesitation in their voices. "If you don’t believe our loyalty, tie us with a blood contract."

Leon’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts weighing their words. They mean it. He wasn’t sure how to respond to this.

In Galvia, a blood oath was not a joke. A holy compulsion. Breaching it entailed calling on the ancient curse of the blood—not only against the betrayer, but also against his kin, forever stigmatized by rot and death.

Leon raised a hand. "That will not be required. I trust you."

He shifted his attention upwards towards the sky, his eyes fixed on the twin moons suspended above the devastated city. Their soft light bathed the wasteland in an otherworldly glow, but his face remained serene, impassive. Only after a long silence did he continue to speak, his tone firm but bearing an unmistakable gravity.

"Alright," he said, the finality of his tone evident. "If you wish to come with me. then, let’s go."

Cynthia moved forward, her commands and presence majestic. She brought up her staff with swift motion. A burst of energy crackled in the air around them, as light streamed from the end of the staff, bathing the Goddess’s statue in brilliant light. In the following moment, the statue disappeared—its form breaking up like fog on the wind.

Leon’s brow rose, a touch of real wonder entering his voice. "A transportable statue?" he inquired, his gaze darting from the area where the statue had been to Cynthia.

Cynthia nodded, her lips curled in a peaceful smile, her eyes shining with the quiet fortitude of her faith. "A sacred relic," she replied quietly. "Transmitted down the ages. So, our goddess can be adored wherever. whenever.

Her tone was filled with an awe that made Leon stand still, aware of the great bond she shared with her goddess—and the burden of the responsibility that rested on her. It was obvious that this was not a thing, but an icon of belief and strength.

And then, with a barely perceptible gesture of her hand, Cynthia waved again. The wall that had enclosed them glittered like a heat haze, dissolving into the air as if it were never there at all. The night outside seemed to breathe again, as moonlight bathed the ruins in a soft, gentle light that was almost a benediction.

Leon moved forward, his cloak billowing in the chill wind. The wind breathed past him, as if urging him toward something greater. Behind him, the three women trailed without a word, their footsteps silent in the stillness of the night, each one of them unshakeable in her loyalty.

The devastated city, once so full of life, now seemed to breathe silently. But even in silence, there was an unmistakable change in the air. It felt as if the world itself had stopped, held its breath for what was yet to be.

Leon sensed it, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. He didn’t realize it yet, but his fate, his destiny—it had already begun to shift from this moment on.