Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 529: The Manor That Now Bows to Him

The Manor That Now Bows to Him

Armor straightened. Boots snapped together. Backs stiffened.

Then all of them—every single guard stationed at the manor’s entrance—bowed low in perfect unison.

"Greeting, sire."

Their voices blended into one deep note, the kind of disciplined chorus only men trained under Alina’s iron expectations could produce.

Leon’s steps slowed. A faint night breeze brushed past, teasing his sweat-damp black hair, making a few strands cling to his forehead. His shirt was rumpled, his scent still carrying the heat and chaos of the treasury he had just stormed through. The guards noticed—how could they not?—but none dared to comment. Their discipline held strong, silence stretched, and their eyes locked forward as if carved from stone.

Leon let his gaze drift over them—four guards tonight, two on each side of the massive manor door. For a heartbeat, his golden eyes lingered on each man, reading posture, attention, tension. Then he gave a small nod.

"You four," he said, voice steady but with that quiet weight only he possessed. "Lock the treasury back. Your work there is done. Now your world is here—this manor. Understand?"

"Yes, sire!" they barked in unison.

He continued, "This guard unit is the operational security for this manor—assigned personally by Alina. So hold this place like your lives tie to it."

Their heads bowed again.

Leon didn’t linger. He turned and stepped inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a soft fragrance hit him—clean, lilting, almost melodic. It wrapped around him like warm fingers. Lavender with a hint of fresh wood and something sweeter beneath it. Someone had chosen this scent with care.

Inside the main hall, chandeliers hung every seventy meters or so, casting golden light that danced across polished marble floors. Small crystals dangled from each fixture, catching the glow and scattering it like falling shards of starshine.

It really did feel like a royal place now.

A few maids hurried through the hall, tending to lanterns, checking curtains, carrying fresh linens. Leon slowed for a moment, watching them work. This manor... once just a quiet noble residence... was steadily becoming his royal mansion.

And the changes were everywhere.

The interior had been rearranged—color schemes deepened, patterns refined, pillars repainted, carpets replaced. The atmosphere had shifted from simple luxury to something bold, commanding, majestic.

Alina’s influence—absolutely.

As he walked, the maids lining the hall stopped their work and bowed.

"Welcome back, sire," one whispered softly.

Leon nodded. But something tugged at the corner of his eye—nervousness in the way they stood, the faint tremble in fingers clutching baskets, and more than one of them wore a tiny blush across their cheeks.

Of course they did.

His charm... it hit them harder than he ever intended. Even when he didn’t try, it bled out from him—calm confidence, the quiet lethal grace, the look in his golden eyes that felt like a touch. They felt it. They always did.

One maid dropped her gaze too fast and nearly tripped on her own toes. Another bit her lip and hurriedly turned away to hide her blush. A third girl, braver than the rest, held his gaze half a second longer than proper—not long enough to be disrespectful, but enough to be daring.

Leon noticed. And he almost smiled.

"Easy," he murmured, voice low but playful. "I’m not going to eat anyone. Don’t look so shaken."

A few of them let out small, nervous laughs.

He added, "And don’t look so stiff either. I prefer cheerful faces, not fearful ones."

They exhaled—relief rippling across the corridor.

One of the maids stepped forward, cheeks burning faintly. "S-sire... may we bring refreshments to the hall?"

"Not tonight," Leon said. "Actually... can you bring my dinner to my room instead? I’ll eat inside."

"Yes, sire." She bowed again, more composed now.

Leon continued deeper into the manor.

Eventually he reached the grand corridor—long, wide, bathed in soft golden light. Two enormous double doors stood at the end, guarded by two armored soldiers. They straightened immediately.

The doors were metal—thick and unyielding—but beautifully engraved. Serpentine designs coiled across the surface: naga heads with lotus blossoms in each mouth, carved with precision sharp enough to feel alive. The metal almost seemed to breathe under the candlelight, as if ready to uncoil.

Leon recognized the handiwork instantly.

Alina’s doing. No doubt.

A smile crept across his face—small, but warm.

He pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

And the room...

Spacious didn’t even begin to cover it.

His personal chamber stretched wide enough to host ten people without feeling crowded. The ceiling arched high, painted with subtle gold patterns that shimmered with magic. A massive bed stood at the center—lush white sheets trimmed with gold thread, large enough for three or four people without sacrifice. Soft pillows, velvety drapes, carved headboard—luxury crafted with intent.

A dresser, a polished mirror, a reading table, a spell-lamp glowing with gentle blue essence. Bookshelves lined one wall. Another held a wide window framed by long curtains, fluttering slightly from a distant breeze.

Gold and white—his theme—touched everything, but tastefully, never gaudy.

It felt grand. Regal.

A king’s room.

Leon exhaled slowly, letting it sink in.

"Damn..." he murmured under his breath. "Alina went overboard this time."

But his smile faded a little as another thought stabbed him.

Tonight... or tomorrow... or however long... I’m sleeping alone again, until Nova and the rest return from the duchy.

He dragged a hand down his face, groaning softly.

"Fuck... I forgot that part."

The silence didn’t comfort him, so he shook the thought away.

"Forget it. Bath first."

He headed toward the adjoining door, pushing it open.

The bathroom was massive—almost a sanctuary of its own. Marble walls, soft lighting, and at the center...

An artificial lake.

Not a bathtub—an entire in-built miniature lake big enough for several people. Clear water shimmered under enchanted light. A naga-shaped fountain rested at one end, its stone mouth pouring a steady trickle of fresh, warm water into the pool. The place smelled faintly of mint and mountain minerals.

Small glowing stones lined the pool edges, offering brightness without glare. The water itself held subtle warmth, its temperature controlled manually through a magical dial at the side—a carved stone ring that responded to touch.

The craftsmanship was stunning.

Leon muttered a low, appreciative curse. "This... this is ridiculous. Beautiful, but ridiculous."