After officially assuming the position of Speaker, Homelander delivered an impassioned inaugural address.
He spoke of ideals, of responsibility, of new reforms he intended to push forward—his voice filled with confidence and ambition. Decrees were announced one after another, each sounding decisive and powerful.
But everyone understood one thing clearly:
Homelander's ascension was only the beginning.
The real game had just started.
Almost the moment Homelander took office, the open and hidden struggles between various factions began to surface.
Their objectives were painfully clear.
They deliberately engineered "coincidences" and "accidents," attempting to lure Homelander into repeated missteps. At the same time, they never stopped comparing him to Sebastian—in meetings, in reports, in whispers passed deliberately through the corridors.
Each comparison was a blade.
Each word was aimed at Homelander's pride.
Their true goal was not policy, nor justice, but division.
They wanted Homelander and Sebastian to turn against each other.
Misunderstanding would lead to conflict. Conflict would lead to bloodshed. And if the two strongest beings in the world truly clashed, the position of Speaker would inevitably be left vacant.
At that moment—
They would rise from the shadows and seize power.
Greed had no upper limit. Even the faintest chance was enough for them to gamble everything.
But none of this concerned Sebastian anymore.
He could already foresee the outcome.
Homelander would carve his path forward through slaughter if necessary. Anyone foolish enough to provoke him would become another corpse under his feet.
Just as the Superhero Council had annihilated those who dared to blackmail it, Homelander would rule through absolute terror—until no one dared to challenge his authority again.
Blood would flow.
And the ambitious would be erased.
As for Sebastian himself—
He had spent ten years laying the groundwork. Every step unfolded exactly as planned. The world moved forward along the rails he had built long ago.
Now, all he needed to do was enjoy life, wait patiently, and harvest the final fruits when the time came.
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In a spacious, brightly lit training hall, a fierce battle was unfolding.
At its center stood a tall, powerfully built woman clad in ancient, ornate Amazonian armor. Her presence was striking—heroic, noble, as if she had stepped directly out of myth.
She was surrounded.
A dozen muscular men closed in from all directions, each gripping weapons with practiced confidence. Every swing of their bats tore through the air with a sharp whistle.
These were no ordinary men.
Each possessed physical strength far beyond that of a normal human.
Yet the battle did not go as expected.
The woman moved like a phantom.
Her footwork was precise, her movements economical and lethal. Each strike landed exactly where it needed to, breaking bones and sending bodies flying without wasted effort.
She dominated the battlefield completely.
Then—
"Maeve."
A calm voice sounded from the doorway.
The woman froze instantly.
Her cold, battle-hardened expression melted into delight as she turned.
"Sebas~!"
She dashed forward without hesitation and threw herself into Sebastian's arms, all the ferocity vanishing in an instant.
The surrounding instructors immediately straightened and saluted.
"Speaker!"
"Alright, you're dismissed."
Sebastian waved casually.
The instructors withdrew at once.
When the hall was empty, Queen Maeve seemed to transform entirely. The icy, aloof warrior vanished, replaced by a lively, affectionate woman who only showed this side to him.
To outsiders, Maeve was the unreachable queen of The Seven—cold, dignified, untouchable.
Only Sebastian saw her true self.
"Everything's been arranged," Sebastian said softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Homelander will handle the rest. I can finally relax… and spend more time with you."
Maeve blushed, lowering her head.
"…Mm."
Sebastian smiled faintly.
Then, without warning, he lifted her effortlessly in his arms.
Maeve let out a startled cry before laughing, instinctively curling against him like a kitten as he carried her toward the bathroom.
Queen Maeve was the first woman Sebastian deliberately chose in the world of The Boys.
Her qualities were simply too outstanding.
Even among superhumans, she stood at the very top.
Not only was she a core member of The Seven, but she was also one of the most important supporting figures in the original storyline—a character whose decisions once shaped the fate of many.
She was the world's reflection of Wonder Woman.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
Noble.
Maeve's abilities were deceptively simple: pure physical enhancement.
Her strength and speed rivaled even Soldier Boy. While her defense lagged slightly behind, she could still withstand most conventional weapons.
But what truly set her apart was her potential.
Maeve could grow stronger through training.
At sixteen, she awakened her powers while saving a school bus from plunging into a river—only to shatter her own bones in the process.
She started weak. Barely above average for a superhero.
Yet through relentless training, she shattered her limits again and again.
Today, even a tank wouldn't dare challenge her head-on.
Her power was not a static "super body," but a form of accumulating strength—an ability that continuously broke its own ceiling.
That trait alone made her invaluable to Sebastian.
It perfectly complemented his own energy absorption.
From the moment Maeve rose to prominence, Sebastian had taken her across the world, guiding her, shaping her—and in the end, winning her heart.
Now, the results were clear.
Maeve loved him completely—so much that she wished she could stay by his side forever.
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