Nicolas stepped out of the cellar gate and back into the mansion. Every year was the testament that he was looking for, Everything was meant to be taught something.
The clock on the wall showed that only eleven minutes had passed since he entered the Domain. Thirty-four years of farming, training, ultimate techniques, and new structures had collapsed into the space of a short conversation. His body still carried the residual weight of those decades—the denser bloodline, the sharpened senses, the quiet certainty that came from watching half a billion units of food accumulate under his hands.
He climbed the stairs and stopped in the doorway of the main hall.
Mia stood in the center of the room wearing a black-and-white maid outfit that fit her neatly, short skirt, white apron, fitted top, and simple stockings. She held a tray of freshly baked cupcakes, each one carefully frosted into the shape of an anime-style dragon face: little horns, bright icing eyes, and tiny fondant wings. The smell of sugar and vanilla filled the air.
She looked up, saw him, and froze for half a second.
“Welcome back,” she said, voice soft but steady. “I… thought the house should feel less empty. Do you like them?”
Nicolas walked forward, took the tray from her hands, set it on the table, and pulled her into a firm hug. Mia stiffened in surprise, then melted against his chest, arms carefully wrapping around his waist. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“You didn’t have to do any of this,” he said.
“I wanted to,” she answered against his shirt. “You gave me a place. Feeding you and making the house nice is the least I can do.”
They talked for a while in the quiet hall. She told him she had practiced the Sacred Light breathing every day he was “away.” He told her only that time moved differently where he had been, and that he was still himself. She did not push for more. When the conversation lulled he tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow, deliberate, tasting sugar and the faint residual fear that still lived under her skin. Mia kissed back with careful hunger, hands resting lightly on his chest.
Later they changed into simple swim clothes and went to the mansion’s private pool, a long rectangle of clear water set into the living wood of the countryside branch. The canopy above filtered the late light into soft green-gold. They swam without urgency. Mia’s Common Light spirit glowed faintly whenever she surfaced, a small stubborn star in the water. Nicolas stayed close, matching her pace, letting the ordinary quiet of the real world settle over the decades he had just lived.
At the edge of the pool, water dripping from both of them, he spoke the promise plainly.
“In this reality, Mia, you will be the queen of my harem. Not a servant. Not a guest. The first and the highest. When the time is right, everyone who stands with me will understand that.”
Her eyes widened. Color rose in her cheeks. She opened her mouth, closed it, then nodded once, fiercely. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“I’ll become strong enough to deserve it,” she whispered.
Night settled. They dried off, ate two of the dragon-face cupcakes each, and went upstairs. In the wide master bedroom Nicolas lay down on the bed and simply opened his arm. Mia hesitated only a moment before curling against his side, head on his chest, the maid outfit exchanged for a simple nightdress.
He made no move to take her further.
His body, tempered by Mythic and Prana-rank bonds, by decades of Domain time and layered Daos, would break her if he lost control. She was still human, still Common-ranked, still healing from the life that had discarded her. So he held her carefully, one hand resting on her back, and let her fall asleep to the steady sound of his heartbeat.
Outside, the countryside branches of Jupiter swayed under the night canopy.
Inside the mansion, the Dragon Emperor who had just lived thirty-four years in minutes rested beside the girl he had promised a throne, and for a little while the quieter world was enough.
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