The World Is Mine For The Taking

Leon's POV

We had already decided that this week, we would set out for the demon continent, a journey that carried more weight than any ordinary trip. Our purpose was to meet Mammon—the one who, to my surprise, turned out to be Amon's mother.

The timing worked out. Since the academic year wouldn't begin until a week from now, we had a small window of free days. A perfect opportunity, I thought. We could use that time to travel, confront what lay ahead, and return before life at the academy resumed.

Preparations were underway, and Elise, unsurprisingly, made it clear she would be joining us.

"Well," she began, her voice steady but carrying a hint of worry, "I think it's better if I come along with you. The demon continent isn't kind to anyone. Even someone strong can be swallowed up by that place."

Her words echoed in my head. I didn't consider myself someone who would falter easily, but… she had a point. This was going to be my first real time stepping into the depths of the demon continent. Confidence alone wouldn't shield me from what I didn't know.

If I was being honest, it wasn't far-fetched at all that things could end up exactly how Elise described.

Traveling there by normal means would be brutal. On foot, it could take two months, maybe even longer, depending on the dangers along the way.

Thankfully, the world wasn't without convenience. With cars and modern transport, we could cut that time down to maybe one or two weeks. A drastic improvement, but still too long for my liking.

That was why… we chose another way.

"What is this, Leon?" Elise asked, her eyes narrowing in curiosity as she examined the machine before her.

"A helicopter," I explained simply.

Her expression told me everything—this was something far outside her world of familiarity.

It was an aircraft, designed for the skies. To me, it was the most practical, most efficient way to cross the distance as quickly as possible. There would be no endless roads, no detours and no worrying about traffic. Just straight through the air, cutting the time down to almost nothing.

Of course, that didn't mean it was without risks. Everyone knew that accidents in the air rarely ended well. Survival rates were far lower compared to the road. The higher you flew, the thinner the margin for error.

But in our case, we had a trump card. Amon knew exactly how to pilot a helicopter, and as for me, I had my Guardian. If the worst happened, I believed I could keep us alive.

"Get yourselves ready first. I need to take care of something before we leave," I told them.

I made my way to the room where my daughter and Gabrielle were.

When I entered, I found Gabrielle already awake, Kana nestled in her arms, feeding quietly.

"Fufufufu…" she chuckled softly as her eyes met mine. "Hello, Master. I heard you're going to the demon continent. Are you sure you'll be okay out there?"

Her smile was gentle, but her tone carried that familiar, teasing lilt she always had.

"I'll be fine," I answered, my voice steady, leaving no room for doubt.

"And Kana? How's she doing?" I asked, shifting my gaze to my daughter.

"She's doing really well. Just like her father, she's voracious when it comes to my breasts. She absolutely loves sucking them," Gabrielle replied, her lips curling into a playful grin as she threw in a little joke.

I couldn't help but exhale in relief. That was good. If Kana had a healthy appetite, then I had nothing to worry about regarding her growth or health.

Then, Gabrielle tilted her head, her expression softening, though a sly spark glimmered in her eyes. "Master, since you're already here… do you want to have a drink as well?"

I froze, my throat tightening. I swallowed.

I knew exactly what she meant. I'd had plenty of her milk before, especially during our nights together. Its taste lingered in my memory. It was sweet, warm, and strangely addicting.

And as tempting as the offer was, right now, it didn't feel right. Kana was still drinking. Doing that now… no, it wouldn't be appropriate.

"N-Next time," I said, forcing the words out.

"Alright then," she replied with a soft laugh. "Bye, Master. Be safe on your trip. I'll take good care of Kana while you're gone."

I gave her a firm nod. Watching her with Kana, I felt a rush of gratitude. Gabrielle wasn't just a capable woman—she was proving to be a remarkable mother as well. Compared to her, I felt like I wasn't doing enough as a father.

But I trusted her. And that trust gave me peace.

After that, we finally made our way to the helicopter.

On the rooftop of the Leonamon's main branch, a helipad awaited us. Amon stepped forward, climbed into the cockpit, and with practiced movements, started the engine.

The machine roared to life. Then, slowly but surely, the helicopter lifted off the ground.

"Woah!" Elise gasped, clutching her seat.

She couldn't hide her shock, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement. This must have been her very first time riding something like this.

"This is… incredible!" she exclaimed, her voice full of awe.

"With this, we'll get there in no time. By nightfall, we should already arrive," I told her with confidence.

And with that, we flew straight toward the demon continent.

***

The demon continent was… exactly what I imagined, yet still more daunting when seen with my own eyes.

The land stretched out dry and barren, a wasteland where even the hardiest of crops wouldn't survive. It looked like the earth itself had been scorched, rejecting the idea of life taking root there.

Everywhere I looked, shadows moved. Dangerous beasts roamed freely, their forms sharp against the cracked landscape. This place didn't just feel hostile—it was alive with hostility.

This wasn't my very first time here. I had stepped onto its borders before, but only briefly, and I never ventured beyond the outskirts.

Now, though, I was going deeper. Much deeper.

Time passed, and eventually…

"We're here," Elise said, her voice low, almost reverent.

Though she didn't need to say it. Amon had already begun lowering the helicopter, guiding us with careful hands.

Of course she would know. This was once her home.

The guards below spotted us immediately. Their eyes were sharp, filled with suspicion as they took in the unfamiliar sight of the helicopter.

Then, from the compound, someone stepped forward.

A woman. She was wearing a maid outfit, her presence commanding despite the attire.

"What a strange creature…" she murmured, her gaze fixed on the helicopter. "Or is it a vehicle?"

Beside me, Amon's voice trembled ever so slightly. "Mother…"

So this was Mammon.

The resemblance was undeniable. She and Amon shared the same brown hair and the same deep eyes. Mammon carried herself with the elegance of an older, mature woman, but if Amon grew older, I could already see the reflection of her mother in her.

No wonder Elise recognized Amon so quickly as Mammon's daughter. The likeness was impossible to miss.