Supreme Spouse System. Chapter 92: Under Twin Moons and Silver Tents

Under Twin Moons and Silver Tents

Under the twin moons’ light, the open plain close to the forest’s heart had beco a nest of silver movent. Guards of House Moonwalker, in their shining silver armor, flowed like a tide alive—each step catching light, every bit of tal shining dimly like stardust.

So of the soldiers slung heavy bundles of rope across their shoulders, others dragged crates of enchanted pots and pans, wooden collapsible furniture, and fortified poles. A few carried boxes full of tightly rolled canvas—tactical tent material infused with small runes to protect against the elents and hide heat signatures.

Around them, in a broad 300-ter radius, tents were fast erging. The outer rims were plain and uniform—practical shelters with dark blue awnings edged in silver, at regular intervals in rows, their design intended for quick setup and teardown. So guards hamred enchanted stakes into the ground, their hamrs flashing with gentle bursts of magic as they fastened down the fabric with practiced ease.

In the middle, however, grew sothing much greater.

A rich command tent—doubled in size from the rest—lood half-assembled, its rich canopy of black and purple silk billowing as squads of skilled guards strained its structure. The structure itself was of fortified moonwood, and the outside skin featured the sigil of House Moonwalker—a silver crescent overlying a wolf’s eye. Silk walls undulated in the wind, half-drawn, showing off tasteful rugs and padded benches still on the move. Glowing lanterns floated suspended in the air, lighting the interior work area like fireflies trapped in a neat checklist of movent.

Through the midst walked Captain Black, captain of the House Moonwalker guards.

Clad in darker steel-trimd armor that designated his rank, Black moved with the efficiency of habit. His eyes ran over the scene, keen and appraising. His voice sounded like a whip over the ringing of hamr and footsteps.

"Faster with those poles—don’t knot the ropes!" he shouted. "You, tie that fra tight. We don’t want it falling over when the wind changes. And you two—no ti for gossip. By the ti the Lord gets back from his hunt, I want this tent up like a palace!"

The soldiers marched in unison, his voice a spark under their heels.

Then—swiftly—a mutter ran through the camp like the shudder before an earthquake.

Shouts. Gasps. A handful of soldiers dropped what they were carrying, eyes going wide toward the forest line.

Black’s brow lowered.

".What now?" he grumbled under his breath, irritation high. "Can’t they maintain discipline for one damn night?"

He turned towards the commotion, his boots crunching the grass underfoot. But as soon as he saw the figure exiting the forest line—his steps froze. The frown dropped.

A figure erged out of the trees.

Leon.

Pulling behind him the giant, shattered body of a monster.

Surrounded by four won, each luminous in her own light even under clothes tattered and splattered from the hunt, Leon was every inch the storm that had just swept through the wilderness. His coat was singed and ripped. There was dried blood across his collar. But his stance was loose, his movents fluid. Behind him, five guards—those that Black had sent with him—trudged along, staring wide and trembling hands, assisting to lead the dead creature’s enormous form across the ground.

But it wasn’t the size of the beast that caused Black to stiffen.

It was the aura.

Even in death, the body exuded power. The sort that pushed against the flesh. That made the air vibrate and your own breath stop in your throat. As one who was himself an early Master Realm cultivator, Black sensed it at once. The heaviness of that residual presence. The heavy, instinctual shadow of a magical beast who had lived at the Master Realm. and who had just been killed.

By the very man approaching him with a smile.

Black stood stockstill, staring at the body, mind reeling—until a low cough shook him out of his trance.

—Ahem—

Leon’s voice cut the tension, dripping with humor. "Captain?"

Black blinked, caught on that the entire camp now stood frozen, staring.

He advanced hastily and made a hasty bow.

"Forgive , my Lord. I... lost myself in thought."

Leon waved a hand with a calm smile. "No harm done, Captain. Honestly, I’d be surprised if you didn’t gawk."

Black stood up slowly. "Thank you, my Lord."

His eyes, however, flickered over Leon’s tattered clothes briefly. His face showed a flicker of concern.

".My Lord," he asked softly, "are you well? You weren’t hurt during the hunt?"

Leon caught his eye, then laughed and wiped away a sar of dried blood from his sleeve.

Fine and fit, Captain. Just had a. discussion with sothing that didn’t agree with ." He grinned. "My coat bore the brunt of it."

Black nodded gravely. He didn’t ask more—his Lord had spoken.

But then, unable to suppress his curiosity, he paused before asking again.

".My Lord, if I may."

Leon’s eyebrow quivered in amusent. "Go on.

Black straightened. "That creature... the one being led in by the guards. May I inquire... why is it being brought in?"

Leon cocked his head, smiling.

"Hm. Any idea?"

Black shook his head with a slight bow. "I beg your pardon, my Lord. I... do not understand."

Leon patted him on the shoulder.

"Easy, really. We’re going to feast."

".Feast?" Black blinked.

Leon waved a hand towards the corpse of the monster. "at of that kind doesn’t get thrown away. Not tonight. That monster consud mana for centuries—the flesh is literally dicine."

Black was frozen in shock for a second. Then nodded slowly, his eyes coming alive with awe. "I... I see, my Lord. I will have a feast prepared imdiately. For you and the Ladies."

Leon smiled half-heartedly, then hesitated, tilting his head.

.Captain, do we appear as beasts to you?"

Black blinked once more, confused. "I. I beg your pardon?"

Leon laughed. "Teasing. I ant to say, the banquet isn’t only for . That at’s large enough to feed us all—every man here. You and the guards worked hard to get this camp established. You deserve it.

Surrounding them, the n-at-arms nearby traded stunned glances. Then... a flicker of delight started to ignite their eyes—hesitant, building wonder.

In the five independent great kingdoms, Master Realm beast flesh was a luxury even senior nobles spared only occasionally.

For guys like them? Legend.

Black swallowed hard, emotion constricting his voice. "Then... thank you, my Lord. In the na of every man here."

He sank to a lower bow, and the other guards in the vicinity followed suit.

Leon nodded contentedly. "Well then, Captain. I leave the arrangents in your hands."

"Yes, my Lord," Black said, standing once again. "I will make certain everything is in order."

As he spun to start issuing commands, Leon glanced over his shoulder at his won, their soft smiles and rumpled clothing a sweet reminder of the night’s ordeal. His eyes fell to his own ripped coat.

"Captain," he said again. "Before the feast. would you arrange for a bath for us?

Black’s eyes flashed with understanding. "Ah, yes, my Lord. When you set out to hunt, I deployed scouts to survey the vicinity. No danger in the area—but they did find a hot spring not too far away."

Leon’s smile grew even wider. "A hot spring?"

"Three hundred ters north of camp. Safe and remote."

Leon faced the won.

"Well? Hot spring sound good?

Aria arched her back, already imagining it. "After that fight? Hot water and I are closer than air and I."

Cynthia flipped her hair. "Sign up, husband. I don’t sleep with blood on my boots."

Syra smiled. "Yes, please! It sounds wonderful." Her cheeks were palely flushed.

Kyra nodded silently, her voice a soft whisper. "...Yes."

Leon chuckled. "Perfect."

He glanced back at Black. "We’ll go on ahead while you complete preparations. Alert us when the food’s ready."

Black bowed once more. "It will be done, my Lord."

Leon motioned to two guards standing close by. "You two—go ahead. You discovered it, didn’t you?"

"Yes, Lord!" they exclaid in tandem, moving forward.

Leon grinned at his friends.

"Co on, ladies. Let’s clean up the battlefield."

And with it, the group set off walking towards the northern spring, laughter and happy chatter echoing behind them into the darkness. Behind them, the camp ca alive again—by wonder, devotion... and the aroma of a feast to be.