Sesillian''s POV


    I sat in my estate, savoring the taste of the tea my butlers had prepared, the faint clink of porcin as I set my cup down echoing through the quiet room. The air was calm, almost serene—until the heavy thud of footsteps announced a visitor.


    "You''re looking really rxed, Sesillian," a familiar voice said. I nced up, meeting the gaze of a man with jet-ck hair and piercing dark eyes. His body was ripped, every muscle defined. Thest time I''d seen him, he was a wreck—missing an eye and a limb. But now, he stood before me, fully restored, like nothing had ever touched him.


    "You don''t look like someone who went through hell," I replied, raising an eyebrow.


    He smirked, a cold glint in his eye. "Yeah, my grandaunt''s got a talent for fixing souls. She patched me up so well, even my limbs grew back. But that''s not why I''m here. Why are you so rxed, knowing Mephisto''sing for you?"


    I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me as I took another sip, unfazed. "Mephisto? He''s not worth my time. And Angelica? She''s nothing. Just a failed product of the kingdom.


    A pawn in a much bigger game. There''s more to this than some broken knight. She was never important, just another failure."


    Angelica had been one of the captains of the Magic Knights. She was left for dead after the King''s Game, barely clinging to life when we found her on the ind''s shore. I used every resource at my disposal to rebuild her, reshaping her into someone new—someone perfectly loyal to our Lord. She became wless. Until Mephisto took her out.


    This same Mephisto had been the one to tear apart the man standing in front of me. He said Mephisto''s power was so overwhelming, he couldn''t even see its limit. I''d thought it was just an exaggeration, but looking at the wreck he''d been, I knew he wasn''t lying. Still, no man is without weakness. No one. The only being without ws isn''t a man at all—He''s our Lord.


    "Anyway, you got any good news for me, or is it just the usual bad things?" I leaned back in my chair, my eyes locking onto his. "I figured since you came here in person, you''d at least have something worthwhile to tell me."


    He smirked, but there was something darker behind his eyes. "Oh, I do. But there''s something that''s been gnawing at metely."


    I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what''s this something that''s got you all worked up?"


    "It''s this... thing called Leonamon."


    Leonamon. The moment he said it, I felt a twinge of recognition. Anyone who wasn''tpletely out of touch knew that name. You''d have to be living under a rock on the far side of the world to not have heard of it. Leonamon was a behemoth, apany that had rewritten the rules of modernization, obliterating every otherpetitor and leaving them in the dust.


    They were rolling in cash, probably the richestpany on the right now. Even some of my own prized possessions were from them.


    "And why is Leonamon bothering you?" I asked, sitting up a bit straighter now.


    "It''s the way thepany''s been growing—so fast. It''s unnatural. They''ve only been around for less than a year, but they''ve already taken the top spot, outpacing every singlepany in the world," he said, his voice carrying a weight of suspicion.


    He had a point. Leonamon''s rise was nothing short of mind-blowing. Sure, they had some insane tech, but nopany, no matter how advanced, should climb that fast. Normally, it would take decades, maybe half a century, to achieve what they had in just months.


    "Which is why I''ve got a proposition for you," he said, his eyes narrowing, his tone deadly serious. "Something that only you could pull off."


    "What is it?" I asked, watching as he leaned in closer.


    "Destroy Leonamon for me," he said, his voice low and cold.


    "Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.


    "Because something about it feels... wrong." He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "I don''t like how much thatpany is changing the world."


    I raised an eyebrow. From where I stood, the changes Leonamon brought seemed more than beneficial. As far as I was concerned, thepany had made life easier in ways that were unimaginable before. Smoother roads for better transportation, cars that cut down travel time, smartphones that kept us connected to the world, blending information and entertainment seamlessly.


    Leonamon had done more good than harm. Yet, here he was, asking me to bring it all down.


    "I don''t think it''s gonna be that easy," I said bluntly. "Not unless I get something I want in return."


    I let my gaze trail over him, sizing him up from head to toe. But he wasn''t fazed.


    "That''s not something I can offer," he replied tly. "Besides, I''m like you—I only see men as my love interest. And I''ve already got my eyes set on someone." He leaned back slightly, giving me a sharp look. "So, choose something else you need."


    I already knew this man shared the same proclivities as me. Despite his rugged, muscr frame, his true desiresy elsewhere. His sexual attraction was strictly reserved for men, and it wasn''t hard to see. There was something undeniably feminine in the way he moved—graceful, deliberate, like he was always holding back a part of himself.


    I had my suspicions the moment we first met, and every nce, every subtle gesture had only confirmed it.


    "Alright," I said, letting my voice carry a mix of intrigue andmand. "Then, give it to me."


    I let the words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the tension as I stared him down, my eyes locking onto his.


    "Give me the secret to traveling between worlds."


    ***


    Amon''s POV


    The reports wereing in, routine but always impressive—Leonamon''s growth was unstoppable, a force that dwarfed anypetition. The smartphone sales were through the roof, as expected. But what truly caught my attention was the fact that our wine had skyrocketed to be the second-best-selling product, followed closely by our cakes.


    It seemed like people were fully embracing modernity, and the influence of Leonamon was shaping the world in ways no one could have predicted.


    Our current revenue… it wasrger than anything any otherpanies could even dream of. Combined, they couldn''t match us. Master would be ecstatic when he saw the numbers. The moment he returns, I''d rush to him with the news.


    But then, an urgent knock shattered the stillness of my office.


    "Vice President!" a voice called out, shaky with panic. "O-One of our branches has been attacked!"


    My heart pounded as I shot up from my chair, eyes narrowing. Attacked? What did that even mean?


    No… I knew exactly what it meant. This wasn''t just a random event—it was the beginning. The prelude to something bigger. A confrontation. The Eclipse and Leonamon were on a collision course. The war… it was about to begin.


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