An ability awakens when a person reaches a certain age—a turning point etched into the flow of life itself—and that age is when they turn eighteen.
And the mont they reach that milestone, it just... happens.
No one truly understands why awakening always falls at that particular age, or why sotis it sparks just a bit earlier or even later. All I knew, and all anyone knew, was that it never failed. If, by cruel chance, soone didn’t awaken during that brief, fated window, they’d be forever branded as skillless and that was a mark heavier than chains.
Right now, even though it was still two months before Selene would officially turn eighteen, her ability had awoken.
"S-Sis...?" Her voice wavered, soft and unsure, as she spoke. "I-I can see through your clothes..."
My heart skipped, and I felt my cheeks burn. "W-Wait—what?! You’re looking at through my clothes?!" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Y-You’re... quite lewd down there... sis..." Selene stamred, her face turning crimson as she quickly looked away, unable to et my gaze.
"H-Hey! Don’t stare at like that!" I snapped back, my embarrassnt rising like a tide.
"I-It’s not like I can control it!" she protested, flustered. "I-I just can’t seem to turn it off yet..."
My mind was racing, caught between shock and worry. "W-What kind of ability did you get, anyway?" I finally managed to ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Well, I think it’s sothing like X-Ray vision. I don’t really know what the exact na is, but it sounded really cool," she explained, still avoiding eye contact. "I think what it does is let see through people’s clothes. W-Wait... does that an I could see through Leon’s clothes too?! Fufufufu~! I wonder how big he is down there! You’re curious too, aren’t you, sis?"
Blood rushed to my face. But it wasn’t because of the question itself—or because I might be curious. No. It was because I had already seen it. And not just seen it. I had touched it, felt its weight and heat, and we’d done things... things that should have been reserved for lovers alone.
"Oh! Looks like you are curious too, sis!" she teased with a playful glint, misreading my blush. "Well, you like him, so it’s only natural." She gave a small shrug, the conversation hanging in the air before she let it drop.
Selene let out a soft sigh. "I really wish I could turn this off, though... I an, what if I randomly see so naked man walking by? That would be... horrible."
"Hmm..." I murmured, thinking it over.
I didn’t know exactly how her ability worked, but I did know how it felt when I channeled mana into my sword. Just by letting mana flow into the blade, my ability, Blessed Sword, would activate, giving power and precision in battle. It reminded of Miss Johanne’s Limit Break, where she’d surpass her limits to fight even stronger.
Maybe it was similar for Selene too. Since mana and abilities were bound together, maybe she just needed to cut off the mana flowing into her eyes.
"Stop letting your mana flow into your eyes," I told her gently.
"Hmmm... L-Like this?" she said, her voice low with concentration. Her brows knitted together, and I watched as the faint shimr in her gaze dimd. Then her eyes widened, sparkling with realization. "Oh! Now I can see normally! And if I do this... Oh!"
She blinked, testing the control over and over—turning the vision on and off at will.
It worked.
A quiet smile tugged at my lips. Relief and happiness bubbled up inside . She’d done it. Now, she could live without fearing what she might accidentally see.
I felt so proud of her. Now, she could join the academy without fear of whispers or prejudice, and maybe—just maybe—she’d learn how truly valuable her gift could be.
It had been almost two years since the day our mother collapsed, the mory still sharp like broken glass. And in that ti, Selene had grown so much—stronger and braver than before.
Mother would have been so proud, seeing her daughter beco soone responsible, soone who faced her challenges head-on.
I felt... genuinely excited to see where Selene would go from here.
***
Leon’s POV
Right now, I stood inside the Leonamon, reviewing the newest monthly inco reports. The gentle rustle of parchnt and the weight of golden numbers filled the quiet office.
The company’s inco had climbed again—this ti by 3% compared to the last month.
Considering we already brought in close to a million gold coins every month, a 3% increase wasn’t just good—it was monuntal. It ant Leonamon wasn’t just staying on top—it was moving into a realm beyond any other corporation in this world.
As always, I’d instructed the Shadows to deliver bags of gold coins to various orphanages. Children who had no families, no hos—they deserved sothing. We also sent aid to those hit hardest by the Republic’s attack, especially the village still struggling to rebuild from the devastation, like the Flui Village.
After Amon had brought her report—and had also given a blowjob as part of her... unique loyalty—I left the office and walked into the garden.
The air outside felt different.
It was fresh and gentle and it was tinged with the scent of blooming flowers.
In the middle of the garden, I saw Gabrielle. Her posture was relaxed, her expression softer than I’d ever seen before. She looked healthy. She was radiant, almost glowing.
Behind her, Maya stood silently, gently pushing the wheelchair. When Maya saw , she stopped, bowed respectfully, and stepped back, giving us space.
"Gabrielle," I called softly, approaching her side. "Are you feeling good?"
"Never been better," she answered with a tender smile. "Though, I think you’re spoiling a little too much."
I chuckled softly. "Well, since we’re going to have a baby soon, I want to make sure you have everything you need," I replied.
Then, slowly, I lowered myself, kneeling in front of her.
Her belly had grown round and gentle, not too big to look uncomfortable yet, but enough that it was impossible to miss. Her breasts, too, had grown fuller, pressing softly against her clothes.
And as I looked, a strange feeling welled up inside —a mix of pride and tenderness, but also sothing deeper. A sense of conquest, yes, but also responsibility. Knowing I was the one who’d brought these changes to her body—it felt almost overwhelming.
I rembered the day we first t.
Gabrielle had been so cold back then—guarded, hiding behind walls no one could easily cross. But little by little, step by step, we had drawn closer. We had beco one.
And now... she was carrying my child.
Without thinking, I leaned forward, my lips brushing gently against the warm curve of her belly. The simple contact made my chest tighten.
It was a feeling of sothing larger than words.
Inside her, a new life was growing.
Our life.
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