Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 483: The Choice of Loyalty

The Choice of Loyalty

He stepped closer, the faintest echo of his boots the only sound left in the crater.

The air was thick — a heavy, metallic blend of soot, ash, and cooling magic that still shimmered faintly across the ground. The moon hung low, pale and watchful, its silver light spilling over the broken earth like a cold blessing.

Leon’s gaze fixed on the man before him — Aden, still kneeling, shoulders trembling under the weight of exhaustion and pride. Around them, the world was silent. Every soldier, every knight, every battered survivor froze in place, caught in that moment where power met mercy, and no one dared to breathe.

Leon leaned forward slightly, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the night.

"I want..."

The words lingered there, unspoken tension pressing at the edges of the crater. Aden’s weary eyes lifted, meeting Leon’s — not with defiance, not anymore, but something older... quieter. A man stripped bare.

Leon drew a steady breath. "I want your loyalty."

The words struck like a hammer.

For a heartbeat, even the wind stopped. The night itself seemed to recoil at the sound. The soldiers in the distance — Leon’s own, the ones who had marched with him through hell — looked at each other, confused, unsure if they’d heard right. Aden’s men, those who had once sworn to fight until death, stared wide-eyed, disbelief written in every tense line of their bodies.

Loyalty.

Not surrender. Not death. Not victory or defeat. But loyalty.

Aden blinked, his expression hard to read, as if Leon had suddenly grown horns and begun speaking in tongues. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The world between them stayed suspended, fragile as glass.

Leon’s gaze didn’t waver. He spoke again, voice solemn, calm — but heavy with intent.

"Sir Aden, I could end you here. You know that. You’ve seen what I can do."

He paused, the faintest tremor of breath in his chest. "But when I watched you drop your sword to protect your people... when you chose their lives over your own pride — that told me more about you than any battle could."

The wind picked up, brushing dust from the scorched ground. The battlefield around them stretched endlessly, a wasteland carved by their clash. Craters smoldered. Broken blades glinted faintly in the dark.

Leon’s voice deepened. "Men like you... warriors who fight for something beyond themselves — they’re rare. Most men crave power, or glory, or vengeance. But you—"

He gestured lightly with one hand. "You cared. You protected. Even when it meant losing."

Aden looked down, his jaw tightening. His sword lay beside him, its once-bright edge dull and chipped. He reached for it slowly — not to raise it, but to grip the hilt as if steadying himself.

"You think loyalty is something you can just... offer," he murmured, voice hoarse. "Do you even know what you’re asking, Leon?"

Leon stepped closer, his shadow falling across Aden’s bowed form. "I’m asking for the loyalty of a warrior who still has honor in him. I don’t want a broken soldier or a frightened man. I want the one who stood against me — and didn’t run."

The silence that followed was thick and magnetic.

Even Nova and the others — Rias, Aria, Syra — watching from the edge of the crater, could feel it. Nova’s green eyes flicked between the two men, her breath caught. Rias’s crimson gaze hardened slightly, not out of disapproval, but calculation.

Aden’s lips twitched into something between a grimace and a laugh. "You’re insane," he muttered, shaking his head. "You win a war, and instead of taking my life, you want my loyalty?"

Leon didn’t flinch. "Yes."

A ripple moved through the gathered soldiers. Whispers rose and fell, carried off by the cold night air. Even Leon’s companions — his generals, his trusted fighters — looked at him like he’d just rewritten the rules of conquest.

He ignored them all.

Because he knew what he was doing.

Aden wasn’t just a defeated enemy. He was proof of something Leon valued above titles or bloodlines — conviction. In a world where kingdoms rose and burned like fleeting sparks, loyalty born from choice, not fear, was the only foundation that lasted.

Leon’s voice dropped lower, steadier. "You’ve seen how I fight, Aden. You’ve seen how I lead. I’m not here for one kingdom. I have bigger plans — Galvia won’t end with this land. There are four great kingdoms out there, old and rotting with their own corruption. I’ll face them all, one by one. To rule, yes — but not as your king."

He leaned in slightly, eyes glowing faintly gold under the moonlight. "As your equal."

Aden looked up slowly, disbelief shadowed by curiosity. "Equal...?"

Leon nodded once. "A warrior doesn’t kneel to weakness. You know that. But loyalty — true loyalty — isn’t weakness. It’s a choice. You’ve already made one today. I’m giving you the chance to make another."

Aden exhaled through his nose, slow, unsteady. For a long time, he said nothing. His expression shifted — doubt, pride, pain — all clashing like fragments of his shattered sword. Then, his voice came quiet but steady:

"Victorious Leon... maybe my ears don’t work well anymore."

A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, dry and self-mocking. "Did you just ask a defeated man — the same man you nearly burned alive — for loyalty?"

Leon didn’t even blink. "Your ears work fine, old man. I said it clearly."

The corners of Aden’s mouth twitched. His shoulders shook once, a hollow laugh escaping his chest. "Loyalty, huh... you really are a strange one."

His tone darkened slightly, though not unkindly. "But tell me, Leon — why should I swear loyalty to someone who will bring destruction to my homeland? You’ll rule over the same soil my men bled to defend. What kind of protector would that make me?"

Leon’s golden eyes narrowed, but there was no anger in them. Only something colder — sharper. "You’re right. I’ll take this kingdom. But unlike your king — Gary — I’ll rebuild it. Not on bloodlines, but merit. Not on fear, but power and order. Every soldier, every farmer, every child — they’ll live better than they ever did under him."