The World Is Mine For The Taking

After two long years, we had finally managed to push Master's strength to heights that I never thought possible—both in terms of his physical might and his financial influence.

Together, we built Leonamon. What started as a company quickly grew into something far greater. It had became an empire, a giant that stood so tall there wasn't even a hint of competition left in its shadow. Every rival that once dared to stand against us was swallowed up or crushed beneath the sheer weight of what Master created.

Master wasn't just a leader—he was a man who carved out an entire business empire with his own hands, molding it into a colossal enterprise that rivaled, no, eclipsed every company in the entire world.

Sometimes, when I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel as though he had the ability to conquer the whole world. And the terrifying part was that he was actually doing it, step by step, each victory piling on top of the last, building towards something inevitable.

I honestly couldn't wait until the day came when he achieved total world domination. Just imagining it—the sight of him standing above everyone, raising himself to such greatness—made my heart pound and my skin tingle. How overwhelming would it feel to witness that moment? How powerful of an emotion would it be, watching the man I served reach the pinnacle of everything?

And deep down, I knew—my mother would absolutely love to serve him as well. After all, she had spent her life in the service of others, bending her knee to countless demon lords, kings, and even generations of the seven deadly sins themselves. She knew better than anyone what it meant to devote oneself to true power.

That's why I was certain… my mother would be proud of me. Proud that I had chosen so wisely. Proud that I had given my loyalty and my heart to a Master as capable, as talented, and as brilliant as him.

I was sure of it. Even if I knew, deep inside, that I would probably never see her again. That part hurt more than I wanted to admit. But at the very least, I could find comfort in the thought that she'd understand. That she'd know I wasn't lost or suffering—I was exactly where I belonged, resting in the arms of my beloved Master.

But then Mistress Elise came to me one day, her tone calm but her words sharp, telling me that my mother was searching for me.

The truth? I had no intention of ever going back. Not now. Not ever. I had no intention of leaving Master's side, no matter what.

I'd been with him through so much already, watching him climb higher and higher, and I couldn't imagine abandoning him now. Not even if the one asking me to leave… was my own mother.

But Master, in his usual way, wasn't forceful about it. He didn't demand or pressure me, but he did say something I couldn't ignore—that I needed to at least give my mother some kind of relief. Some reassurance that I was safe, and that I was living my life fully, happily, and completely at the side of the man I chose as my Master.

And hearing him say that… it made sense. It was so like him, to think about the feelings of someone else, even someone outside of his empire. It reminded me once again why I was so devoted to him, why I would never—could never—leave.

***

Master and I finally had the chance to talk—just the two of us.

Mistress Elise had decided to step out for a bit, giving us some space. That simple act alone, I found myself silently grateful for. Her absence made the room feel calmer, quieter, like the weight pressing on my chest finally eased. It wasn't often I got to face Master alone without the presence of others, and I knew this was a moment I had to treasure.

"Master," I began, my voice coming out a little softer than I intended, "I want to thank you—for giving me this opportunity, and also… for letting me intrude on you like this. I only hope it won't end up wrecking any of your plans in the long run." I bowed my head slightly, trying to steady myself, because speaking like this made my heart pound harder.

He looked at me, his expression calm yet filled with that unshakable certainty that always made me feel both small and safe. "You don't need to worry about that, Amon," he said. His tone carried warmth, almost soothing, yet still had that unmovable strength behind it. "Honestly, I don't think I could even sleep at night, knowing your mother is out there searching for you, not knowing that you're safe. And besides…" he leaned back slightly, his gaze firm, "I also want to go to the demon continent myself. I want to see it with my own eyes, and I want to see how far I can extend my reach across that land with my own hands."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but pause.

I see… so Master was also already thinking about expanding his dominion over the demon continent.

That land… it was known as one of the most dangerous places in the entire world. A place where the word inhospitable barely scratched the surface of reality. It was said no trees grew there, no rivers flowed, no life-sustaining soil existed. The days were scalding, the air heavy with dry heat that could scorch lungs, while the nights were deathly cold, biting enough to freeze flesh.

And if the climate itself wasn't enough, the beasts that roamed that land were even worse. Monstrous creatures, stronger and more savage than anything found elsewhere, prowled through the barren wastes. They were predators bred to survive in the harshest hell imaginable.

It was the kind of place no ordinary human could even dream of surviving. To step into it was to invite death.

But Master… he wasn't like anyone else.

Of course, he would look at that forsaken land and see it not as an impossible wasteland, but as another frontier waiting to be conquered. It made sense—he was aiming for complete world domination. Leaving the demon continent untouched would mean leaving his ambition unfinished. And Master was never the type of man to willingly walk away from a fight.

"Which is why I'm coming with you," he said, his voice breaking through my thoughts. His words weren't up for debate, they were final. "Besides, I think it's only right that I formally introduce myself to your mother. As the man you've chosen to serve, it's natural that she should know who I am—and that I am worthy of being served by you. Don't you think so?"

His eyes held mine, steady and unyielding, but not without a kind of rare kindness that struck deep into me.

I found myself nodding almost instinctively, my chest tightening.

To be honest, I was shocked.

I hadn't expected this—hadn't expected Master to be so considerate, so thoughtful toward me and my situation. To think he would go so far as to personally meet my mother, not just for his own goals, but also because of me… It made something stir violently inside me, something I couldn't fully put into words.

The more I learned about him, the more time I spent by his side, the deeper this feeling grew. It had started as admiration, then devotion, but it had long since bloomed into something more overwhelming, something I couldn't deny even if I tried.

And deep down, I knew the truth—I had known it for a long time. I had already confessed it once, and he had acknowledged it too. But every time I felt it, every time I remembered, it hit me harder than before.

My feelings for Master weren't just blind loyalty. It wasn't just about being a servant who would obey every command, who would throw himself into danger without hesitation for his sake. It wasn't about a vow I could never break.

It was more than that.

It was love.

An unwavering, consuming love. A love intertwined with the devotion I had sworn to him.

I loved Master—with everything I had, with every corner of my heart, and with every breath I took.