Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 674: Not Ornaments to a Reign

Not Ornaments to a Reign

Not far off, the guards from Silver City and Blackthorn held still until Leon looked their way. Then, spine by spine, they pulled upright. Heads rose like drawn blinds. Their voices joined without warning.

”We greet our king.”

Leon nodded once.

A small moment passed between them. Nothing loud or showy about it. A quiet nod did the work instead.

Yet it meant something.

The hush returned to the open space, quiet now not from wonder, yet from watching. Quiet settled because everyone waited.

A step ahead, Leon moved where petals lay pressed into cold stone under his boots. Light from high palace turrets slid sideways, touching the seven-headed serpent emblem on each guard’s chest plate. Air stirred again - this time with traces of smoke and metal curling through it.

His gaze held theirs, seeing more than trophies of triumph.

But as men.

”You’ve traveled far,” Leon said evenly, voice steady but unguarded. ”Long roads. Little sleep. Too many unknowns.”

Some backs stiffened. A fresh face gulped, teeth clenching like he expected a scolding.

Footsteps paused. That silence meant something.

One by one, the guards tensed up, caught off guard - was that a compliment or just another look-over?

Faces he knew well passed under Leon’s pale gold stare.

Folks who’ve walked Silver City’s streets - marked by time, shaped by routine.

Blackthorn soldiers - sharp-eyed, battle-hardened.

Young ones, fingers stiff from always trying too hard to show their worth.

”You stood firm on the journey,” Leon continued. ”You guarded what mattered.”

A glance slipped sideways, just for a moment, landing on the women he called wife - the ones who’d stepped forward when paths vanished - before returning to face the group of men.

”You did your duty.”

Just plain talk. Not a hint of drama. Glory stayed unmentioned.

Yet when Leon spoke, obligation carried weight.

Wind slipped between the ranks. The line shivered. Something passed through without sound.

A whisper slipped out from one of the Blackthorn troops, barely audible, like doubt given sound - ”It registered.”

A nudge came from the soldier next to him, sharp but small. Stay upright, he was told, eyes still forward

A small smile touched Leon’s mouth. That sound wasn’t missed by him. Naturally, it reached his ears.

”You think I don’t see?” he said, tone calm but edged with quiet steel. ”Every mile you walked. Every watch you kept while others slept.”

A pause came back - yet now it moved. Not still. Breathing almost.

A tremor ran through his words when one young recruit finally broke the silence. Twice the miles wouldn’t stop us, my king. He stood stiff, waiting

Momentarily still, Leon angled his head a touch. A quiet question followed - ”You’d do that?”

The new soldier turned red yet stood firm. ”Yes, your majesty,” came the reply

A hint of a smile touched the lips of some aging sentinels.

For a second, Leon just watched, eyes fixed less on what was said and more on how it stood. A short nod followed, quiet but clear.

”Good. Because the road ahead will not be shorter.”

A hush crept in, quiet but clear. Not panic - just knowing settled among them.

Now he moved near, shrinking the space between ruler and warrior. Not looming overhead - just present beside them.

”You are not ornaments to my reign,” Leon said quietly. ”You are the reason it stands.”

Quiet settled instead of applause. That silence spoke just as loud.

Heavy silence fell among the Silver City troops - slow, certain, true. Not shaped by rituals. Built through wounds and long watches under dark skies.

This hit harder than shouting ever might.

Wind slipped between the old stones of Nagarath, lifting the edges of worn cloaks. Tall figures held their ground, metal scraped raw from miles, faces quiet but alert. Safety surrounded them, yet they did not relax.

A guard from Silver City shifted, throat moving with a hard swallow. Half a step came next, slow like stone easing downhill. More gray now lived in his beard than black ever remembered being there. The line cut into his jaw tugged when words pushed out. ”Your will,” he said, voice low but clear, ”that was all we walked behind.”

Leon looked at him. Not like a king checking his soldiers. More like one person sizing up someone else.

A small bend tugged at Leon’s lips.

”No,” he said. ”You followed your own loyalty.”

Frozen at first, the elders’ backs straightened - no anger there, just a weight tougher to carry. Might have been pride. Could’ve been release.

”We swore to Silver City,” another soldier added from the second line, his voice rough but steady. ”When it fell... we thought we had failed that oath.”

Whispers slipped between them where they stood. Then silence held its breath again.

His eyes traveled. Pausing at each face. Never rushing. Taking it all in.

”You did not fail,” he said evenly. ”You endured. You chose not to break when others would have.” A pause. ”Oaths do not die with walls.”

A quiet weight sat where the voice had been. Not ritual, but sound took root inside.

The older guard lowered his head slightly. ”Then... we are still worthy of standing before you?”

A quiet breath slipped out through Leon’s nostrils. Not quite a laugh, more like the air left after seeing something hard to believe.

”If you were not worthy,” he said, ”you would not be standing.”

A soft laugh slipped out from near the rear - cut short almost at once. Air changed, barely. Quiet moved differently after that.

A pause lingered, placed just right so they’d notice it. Then Leon eased into a different rhythm of speaking.

”You all came in from a long journey,” Leon said. ”So go take proper rest. Eat. Wash. Sleep without listening for danger in every gust of wind.”

Footsteps faded. Silence took hold.

A few guys shared quick looks, barely believing what just happened.

Rest?

Just like that?

A younger soldier frowned slightly, confused. ”My king... we can stand watch tonight.”

Another nodded. ”We’re not weary.”

Something shifted behind Leon’s eyes - no rage there, just calm control settling in. Quiet strength showed instead of fury.

He spoke without fuss. That was it.

It wasn’t something anyone questioned.

”You think strength means standing until you fall,” Leon continued. ”It does not. Strength means knowing when you have already given enough for one day.”

The elder man swallowed hard once more. Not a word came out this time. Head down, that was it.

Leon turned slightly.

”Commander Black.”

Footsteps echoed as Commander Black moved ahead without delay. ”I hear you, sire,” he said

Still perfect in appearance - shiny armor, straight back, unblinking eyes. Even so, his attention flicked toward the soldiers from the Silver City, measuring them not with doubt, but a quiet nod of regard. A moment passed like that, sharp and still.

”Take these soldiers,” Leon said. ”Give them rest. Fresh quarters. And assign new designations according to their skills.”

Black did not hesitate. ”Understood. We will evaluate their specialties at dawn.”

Fine,” said Leon, voice steady. ”See it for what it is.”

A flicker of tension crossed Black’s face before he spoke. His voice came out low, steady. ”Yes... my king.” The words hung there, quiet but heavy

A flicker of alertness crossed Leon’s gaze.

”They are no longer guests,” he added. ”They are Nagarath’s soldiers now.”