The King's Bath
She clasped her hands together nervously. "You don't regret it… what you gave us?"
The room quieted again.
This time the silence felt deeper.
It wasn't just curiosity in her voice—it was sincerity. Uncertainty. Hope.
Leon met her gaze steadily.
"No," he answered simply.
He stepped forward a little, his voice calm but firm.
"I never regret my actions."
His golden eyes moved across the room, looking at each of them in turn.
"And from now on," he continued, "you all are mine."
The words settled into the room with quiet weight.
For a moment no one spoke.
Then Rias smiled.
Cynthia's expression softened.
Nova shook her head again, though this time there was warmth in her eyes.
"Listen to him," she murmured. "Claiming everyone like that."
"Well," Rias said lightly, folding her arms, "he did warn us he was a king."
A few of the maids giggled.
