'aghhh, what power!' It's as if the earth itself, with its weight and vastness, has closed in on his body.

'What has brought him here? And more importantly, w... what should I do now?'

If this person is indeed Diesel, then Maimoun is in big trouble. He won't have any way out of this predicament relying solely on himself.

'If it's really him, no one else can get me out of this predicament except Somay.'

Then a voice comes from behind, neither weak nor strong, just appropriate and audible, and that voice makes him feel at ease.

"Fayte Stop ."

Although Maimoun couldn't move a finger of her body, let alone turn and look at this person speaking to her, Maimoun knew who this person was.

"Sigh... Ah! I've regained the ability to speak."

'what a relief... in the end my fear was misplaced.'

Maimoun breathes a sigh of relief upon hearing this voice. He knows this voice well from the memory of the former owner. It was the support that gave Maimoun enough courage to move. It's Somay.

"Father, in the law!"

Somay looked at his son's fiancée with sad eyes and couldn't help but sigh at the helplessness of this perfect girl. Despite everything that happened to her in this place and her knowledge that he didn't lift a finger to help her even though he had the ability, she harbored no negative feelings toward him. Every time she saw him, she greeted him happily.

A warm energy surrounded Stella gently, lifting her from the ground, and the same energy prevented Maimoun from making any unwanted moves. Not only that, but the same energy kept Doudrian away from Maimoun.

"Let me go. Let me handle this person."

Somay was surprised by his son's actions. He had watched his son since he came into this world, observing all his actions, big and small. So it wasn't strange to say he knew everything about his son. But now, at this moment, he couldn't even reconsider if he really knew anything about him.

"Sigh."

His initial goal was to see who this idiot was claiming to have come to take his son's fiancée as his slave, and he could only blame himself for not knowing the answer immediately. How could he not know that there was a lone fool who could do such a thing?

"Leave me. If I don't teach him a lesson today, he might think about such a thing again."

But what really surprised him was his son's reaction to this. He wouldn't believe it if any one told him his son had hit Doudrian for his fiancée. Anyway, no one had told him that, he was seeing it with his own eyes now.

"No, you're not allowed to cause him any harm from now on."

"But this pig dared to lay a hand on my fiancée. How can I let that slide?" Maimoun yelled angrily, feeling the injustice of Somay's decision.

Somay smiled happily at seeing that his son finally began to feel responsible for the girl who was his fiancée.

"she didn't get hurt taht much, there's no need to exaggerate the matter. Besides, you've given him what he deserved with that punch, right, Stella?"

"Yes, Father-in-law, I don't feel any sadness anymore. Please, Fayte, let him go."

Stella replied with a sincere smile, not wanting this story to drag on anymore, and she didn't want Fayte to get involved in unnecessary problems now that she was safe. She would lie if she said she deeply wanted Maimoun to stop what he was about to do. That was a small part of her desire, and it wouldn't compare to her desire and fear of her fiancé getting into trouble.

When Maimoun saw the girl, whose responsibility was now his, smiling happily, he forgot his anger for a moment... Perhaps Maimoun was weak in the face of beauty.

"Are you sure, Stella?"

"Y... Yes."

Stella answered shyly, seeing Maimoun asking for her opinion with tenderness. As for Maimoun, he couldn't help but be more attached to this girl, not only because of her extraordinary beauty but also because she was shy and polite.

"Al... All right, as you wish."

Somay smiled happily at seeing such interaction between the two. It reminded him of his early days with his late wife.

"Okay, let's finish this. Fayte, when you're done here, come to my office."

Somay lifted Doudrian from the ground with his power in a very uncomfortable and unpleasant way, intending it as a final kind of revenge, as his legs were in the air and his face was almost touching the ground. Although he didn't let Maimoun hurt Doudrian, he was also very angry and wanted to beat this garbage not only because he hurt the girl he saw as his daughter and wanted to enslave her but also because he always wanted Fayte to share his inclinations.

'I thought he had succeeded in his goal. How lucky I am to be wrong.'

somay wanted to extinguish this anger, even if only slightly. Thus, he found no other way to make him feel a little relieved. He didn't want to let his anger overflow onto this boy, not out of fear of his father, but because it wasn't the right time for that, and the consequences would be very negative. Besides, he was not one to bully the younger generation.

'Hahaha, Diesel, poor thing, you're suffering alone now.'

 he thought, remembering that he had removed the ominous omen from his descendants, which could have led to the extinction of his family for a trivial reason. Somay couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved.

"Alright," Maimoun regained control of his body and glanced coldly at Durdian, who was being lifted in the air by Somay, screaming as if in agony.

"Ah, I'm suffocating, I'm suffocating!" he cried out, while Maimoun couldn't help but laugh at this pathetic person.

'The strength to lift someone of this size... not only that, but Somay's use of it, controlling it in an amazing way, lifting Stella slowly, while supporting that loser.... I can't stand it anymore until I control of this power too.'

Maimoun thought excitedly, reminded that he was in a fantasy world where many things were unfamiliar to his previous world.

'It seems like my dream as a superhero won't be far off now... but I definitely won't wear any costume in strange colors and designs, and I definitely won't be crazy enough to wear my underwear over my clothes.'

he thought, suppressing his excitement. He decided it wasn't the right time for his strange fantasies about being a human with superpowers, like that person in the blue outfit with an 'S' on his chest.

"Are you okay, Stella?" Maimoun asked.

"Y-yes, Fayte," Stella replied, blushing slightly, and even with her answer, Maimoun couldn't help but worry about the injury on her face, which was clear with her fair, white skin. He noticed the reddened area.

"Stella...."

Maimoun felt a pang of pain in his heart seeing that the young girl was hurt because of him. Regardless of whether it happened because of the former owner, Fayte, Maimoun was the current owner, and therefore, he had to clean up the mess left by Fayte.

While Stella was looking down in embarrassment, she suddenly felt a large, warm, unfamiliar hand gently touch the injured area on her cheek, causing her to raise her face from the ground in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Stella, all this happened because of me," Maimoun said sincerely.

"No... no, it's okay, Fayte, it's nothing to me," Stella stammered in an unusual situation for her, but she never hated it.

"what a Kind girl!! I was foolish not to appreciate you before," Maimoun suddenly became serious, continuing.

"I have no intention of exploiting this kindness, so let me ask you, can you forgive me for all my past actions and accept that we continue our engagement?"

"....F-Fayte!?" Stella was surprised by Maimoun's sudden words.

"I promise you, Stella, if you accept me as your fiancé again, I will change, and I will never treat you like before. I will cherish you and treat you with fairness and love, as befits the covenant between us," Maimoun continued.

Stella couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself into Maimoun's arms, starting to cry with happiness, even though Maimoun was sweating heavily from the exercises he had done and from running back to the palace. However, Stella didn't mind that at all; in fact, it made her feel warmer.

"Yes... crying... yes, I want to be your fiancée," Stella said, and as an automatic reaction, Maimoun hugged the young girl tightly but gently. He had no intention of letting such a girl slip through his fingers unless she wanted to break the covenant herself. Such beauty, unparalleled, such pure white heart, and such a miserable past she had gone through; it was impossible for Maimoun to let her go unless she wanted it.

As for the young age of this fiancée, Maimoun wasn't the kind of person who associated a person's maturity with age. He knew that experiences made a person mature, not age.

'We're close in age, and besides, it's not as if I'm going to marry her anytime soon... probably,' Maimoun felt the warmth of the small body in his arms and the beautiful natural scent, and he loved this feeling.

'People always link a person's maturity with their age, but that's a misconception. The older a person gets, the more experiences they accumulate, which makes them mature, and that's something everyone agrees on. But the opposite isn't always true.'

'Even if a person is young in age, it doesn't mean they don't have a lot of experiences... Yes, I'll continue on this path, Maimoun. Don't think about anything else.'

 Maimoun gently stroked the girl's hair as she rested in his arms, making sure to distract himself to avoid spoiling the moment of relaxation for the tired girl and prevent her from feeling embarrassed by some male hormones.

'.....Damn it, this is actually harder than it seems at first glance.'

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You've added illustrative images for some of the characters, for those who want to see them in my ko-fi.