Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 751: Already Decided

Already Decided

Leon glanced at her, one brow raising faintly as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You think I’d force you into roles you don’t want?"

Mira huffed lightly. "Wouldn’t put it past you."

Rui chuckled. "You do have that ’tyrant king’ energy sometimes."

Leon gave them a flat look.

They didn’t even try to hide their amusement.

Fey, though—

She didn’t laugh.

But her shoulders eased.

Just a little.

Like something inside her had been held tight... and finally loosened.

"But," Leon added—

And just like that, the air shifted again.

The warmth didn’t disappear—but it stepped back, making room for something heavier.

Authority.

"If you remain..."

His gaze sharpened, voice steady now—not distant, but firm enough to remind them exactly who stood before them.

"...then you do it properly."

Instinct.

Every single one of them straightened.

Spines aligned. Expressions focused. No hesitation.

They knew that tone.

This wasn’t rejection.

This was expectation.

"You won’t just be maids."

Leon took a slow step forward this time.

Not closing distance—

But claiming space.

The shift was subtle, but it pressed against the room like a weight. The air didn’t move, yet somehow it felt tighter, heavier. His presence filled the gaps between every breath.

His eyes locked onto Fey first.

Not a glance. Not a passing look.

A deliberate hold.

Fey felt it land on her like a hand on her shoulder—firm, steady, impossible to ignore. Her fingers twitched at her sides, but she didn’t look away.

Then his gaze moved.

Rui. Lena. Mona. Mira. The others.

Each one seen. Measured. Chosen.

"You will oversee the entire inner estate."

The hall shifted again.

Black straightened slightly, the lazy confidence in his posture sharpening into something more alert.

Johny’s brows pulled together, a quiet calculation running behind his eyes.

Ronan didn’t move—but his gaze narrowed, deeper now, watching Leon like a man reassessing the board mid-game.

Leon didn’t pause.

"All staff."

"All operations."

"All internal systems."

Each word landed clean.

Precise.

"You seven will control it."

Silence followed.

Not empty silence.

The kind that sinks in slowly, like ink spreading through water.

Fey blinked, her lips parting slightly.

"...Control?"

The word came out softer than she intended. Almost fragile. Like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say it.

Leon nodded once.

"You wanted to stay close."

There was something in his eyes now—sharp, but not cold. Focused.

"Then you stay closest."

Rui’s breath hitched audibly.

Lilyn instinctively lifted a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide—not with fear, but something closer to disbelief. The weight of responsibility hit her before the pride could.

Chloe... smiled.

Soft.

Warm.

Like she had expected this. Like she had always known where this was heading.

Mira glanced at Fey, then at the others, her voice barely more than a whisper—

"...This means everything inside... runs through us."

Mona swallowed. "That’s not just authority... that’s trust."

Lena let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, but there was tension in it. "Or pressure. A lot of pressure."

Fey finally exhaled.

Slow.

Steady.

Her back straightened—not forced, not stiff—but like something inside her had just settled into place.

Her voice, when she spoke again, was different.

"...We won’t fail."

Mira looked at her, then nodded.

"...We accept."

One by one—

They bowed.

Not in perfect unison.

Not rehearsed.

But real.

Each bow carried its own weight. Its own emotion.

Not as servants.

Not as nobles.

But as something rare.

Something chosen.

Leon watched them for a moment.

Then nodded once.

"Good."

Simple.

Final.

Then—

His gaze shifted again.

Back.

To the last one.

Rias.

She hadn’t moved.

Arms crossed, weight resting on one leg, like she was watching a performance meant specifically for her.

A smile played on her lips—not polite, not restrained.

Sharp.

Amused.

"So," she said lightly, tilting her head just a little.

"Now it’s just me."

A few of the others glanced at her.

Rui muttered under her breath, "Of course she says it like that..."

Mona nudged her slightly, whispering, "Shh."

Leon leaned forward slightly.

And something changed.

Not dramatic.

Not obvious.

But the tone shifted.

The warmth from before... faded.

Not into coldness.

Into something deeper. Heavier.

"Rias..."

The hall quieted again.

Even the air seemed to listen.

"You were never meant for a normal role."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Interested.

A spark.

"Oh?"

Leon didn’t answer immediately.

Instead—

He stood.

Slowly.

Step by step—

He descended the throne.

Each step echoed.

Not loud.

But deliberate.

Controlled.

Heavy with intent.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Until he stood in front of her.

Close.

Too close.

Rias didn’t step back.

Of course she didn’t.

The others watched.

Silently.

Fey’s fingers curled slightly at her side, her eyes moving between them.

Chloe’s smile faded into something more focused, more observant.

Even Ronan leaned forward just a fraction.

"You stood beside me before I had a throne."

Leon’s voice dropped.

Lower.

More personal.

"You stood beside me when I had nothing."

Rias didn’t look away.

Didn’t blink.

If anything, her gaze sharpened.

"You fought with me."

"You argued with me."

"You challenged me."

A faint smile touched his lips.

"You never followed."

Rias smirked, a small breath leaving her nose.

"I don’t like following."

There it was.

That edge.

That refusal.

Leon’s eyes gleamed.

"I know."

A pause settled between them.

Not empty.

Tight.

Then—

He spoke.

Soft.

But it carried.

Through the entire hall.

"That’s why..."

"You will not stand behind me."

Rias’ breath slowed.

Just slightly.

"You will stand..."

Right beside him.

The words didn’t hit immediately.

They sank in.

Her eyes flickered.

For the first time—

She didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t joke.

Didn’t deflect.

Leon leaned slightly closer.

Close enough that the moment became personal—cutting the rest of the room out.

"...as something no one else in this kingdom can be."

The tension snapped tight.

You could feel it.

Every gaze locked onto them.

Mira whispered under her breath, barely audible, "This is different..."

Fey didn’t respond.

She was watching Rias.

Carefully.

"What position am I getting...?" Rias asked quietly.

No teasing.

No smirk.

Just... curiosity.

Leon smiled.

Slow.

Dangerous.

"Rias..."

A beat.

Long enough to stretch the moment thin.

"You will be—"