Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 670: A Royal Welcome [Part-2]

A Royal Welcome [Part-2]

Ahead stood the palace gates - high slabs of stone shaped by time, marked with tales long won and wounds still fresh. Overhead, banners trembled just slightly, cloth brushing the dawn breeze like silence pressed into motion.

They opened.

Slowly.

Heavily.

From somewhere below, stone groaned under stone. Rolling out heavy and low, the noise filled the yard, humming like something half-awake. Some of the riders sat taller without thinking. A sharp breath came from one - her hands clenching the leather straps tight.

Off the mount stepped Commander Black, moving clear. A gloved hand found its place against his breastbone. When words came, they carried weight without wavering. His voice, when he spoke, was low but steady. "Go," he said quietly. Then, after a brief pause, softer still, "His Majesty is waiting."

A single nod from Rias. Quiet, without show. She did not pause.

Faster came the rider, spurring her mount ahead.

The others followed.

One hoof touched down inside, then another followed. Beyond the archway, the atmosphere shifted - denser, slower, humming beneath silence. A whisper moved through the soldiers standing watch, cut short by stiffened spines. Stillness returned before it had time to settle.

And there -

Behind the gates -

He stood.

Leon.

Falling past his shoulders, long black hair slipped free, each strand glinting like it resisted order. Hidden just behind dark lashes, those gold eyes stayed quiet but piercing. Draped over him, a black imperial robe edged in gold bore weight without effort - less adorned, more grown into. Power did not sit upon him; it moved with him, always.

From somewhere at his back, a guard moved - just a fraction. The maid let her eyes drop without a word.

Leon noticed neither.

Staring hard, his eyes stayed fixed on the woman standing there. Not once did he look away.

On Rias.

A soft breath slipped out. Not because he felt better. Not from shock either. It came from deeper down. A stillness that carried weight.

After a pause, his words broke the quiet - steady, clear in the open space. Got back, did you

Her gaze held his, steady. "Our promise stood," she said. Silence hung between them. "Was trust ever broken?"

A slight tug pulled at one side of Leon’s lips - not quite a grin, not quite defiance. "No," was his answer. A beat later, quieter now, words just for her ears: "Yet I understood how the world might slow your steps."

A hush came - like the moment before a storm breaks across still water. The air pulled taut, thin enough to slice. Not a word rose from any throat. To speak would have been to step into fire.

Everything slowed down. Stillness took hold. Moments stretched without warning. The world held its breath. Clocks forgot their rhythm.

The world narrowed.

A tug under her skin - that’s how Rias sensed it. Not sound, not sight, just weight shifting inside her bones.

Something stirred beneath her skin, a quiet pull tugging at her bones. Her hand jerked once, small but sharp, before thought could stop it. Air stuck in her throat, held there by instinct. It wasn’t dread coiling through her veins. Nor wonder. Just knowing - like meeting a face long forgotten yet never truly lost.

Aria stopped breathing without meaning to.

A gasp caught in her throat, unfinished. The room blurred into nothing except what stood right there. Breathing stopped. Her mouth opened, yet silence stayed. Everything shrank down to that one frozen second.

Thump thump went Mia’s pulse, loud enough that folks nearby might notice. A funny feeling in the chest shows up for plenty of women too.

A hush moved among them - servants, lords, fighters - each touching their chest once, breath caught, hearts jumping. Silence held the room. Yet the feeling spread. A tug beneath the skin. Not words, just knowing.

Leon didn’t move.

A quiet tension curled through the air near him, though his posture stayed unchanged - rigid, motionless, just like every day. Stillness clung to his frame, but beneath it, a presence grew without sound.

Yet something shifted in the space nearby. The atmosphere near him was different now.

Sharper.

Heavier.

Alive.

A hush settled where it met flesh and frame, heavy yet still, there but never loud. Petals fell like they hesitated, caught midair before brushing past his shoulder.

A lump rose in one man’s throat. Down went the eyes of another. From some hidden corner, a voice crept out - so faint it almost wasn’t there - "Could this be..."

A whisper rose behind his words, moving past falling petals and quiet moments just the same.

Home at last, he spoke without rush.

Quietly spoken, the words found their way through the air. Not forceful, yet they slipped under skin and sank deep. Stone held them just like breath did. Each syllable met pulses already unsteady.

A beat.

"My beautiful wives."

Fingers tight, Mia held on - her gaze sharp, refusing to let go. Breath came slow to Aria after the stillness broke. Rias let out a trembling sigh, like wind through cracked glass.

Footsteps faded as those following sank down together, a single knee meeting stone without sound.

A clink of metal broke the quiet when blades touched rock. Down went every head, no waiting.

"We greet our queens."

Something moved without warning. Not a word spoken, nor flag lifted. Just motion, sudden as light through fog. A fact appearing on its own.

Falling still were the petals. They kept drifting down without pause.

His fingers tangled where they touched, strands lifting in the air before drifting down. Something quiet gathered near his shoes, soft as a gift left behind.

In that instant -

Nagarath understood.

A crown settled heavy on his head, though it wasn’t weight that changed him first. Silence followed where cheers once rushed in. His hands remembered the sword better than the scepter. Power arrived without warning - like frost at dawn.

Future was something he said belonged to him.

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