Grand Return System-Chapter 51: A Second Star Beneath the Amethyst Sky

A Second Star Beneath the Amethyst Sky

"From today onwards, you are my second disciple. The one in front is your Senior Sister. I will introduce her to you later. Get up first! We’ll talk about the ceremony after we return to the sect."

A whisper of breeze rolled over the open field, nudging the high grass into slow ripples. Towering still, Leon wore a dark robe laced with pale violet strands, almost glowing under gray light. Strands of his jet-black hair drifted just above his shoulders, barely alive in the air. Quiet as stone, his lilac gaze gave nothing away - though an edge hummed deep within.

"Thank you, Master." Rias slowly rose to her feet.

She did not rush. Even her act of standing carried grace. Her red layered silk robe hugged her slender waist, the gold sash accentuating the delicate curve before the fabric flowed down in elegant folds. The subtle dragon embroidery shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Beneath the fitted upper layers, the natural fullness of her chest rose gently with her breath — undeniably generous for her age, round and proud yet framed in refinement rather than vulgarity.

Her long red hair cascaded down her back like liquid flame, and her large crimson eyes held a quiet glow — not of arrogance, but of anticipation.

"Hehe, Princess, congratulations. You’ve finally found a master to your satisfaction." Akeno spoke softly from behind, genuine happiness in her tone.

Leon’s brows twitched slightly.

Princess?

His gaze shifted subtly toward Rias. She maintained her composure, but for the briefest second, her fingers tightened at the edge of her sleeve.

Interesting.

He did not ask.

He had already said he did not care about background.

But that single word added another layer to her presence. The noble aura he had sensed earlier was not illusion.

The battle ahead was nearing its end.

A soft hush followed Selena as she crossed the open ground. Flowing fabric trailed behind, white as fresh powder, cinched at the middle by a ribbon of faded sky. With every motion forward, the opening in her garment brushed her limbs, barely making sound. Wind lifted strands of her pale hair, glowing now, sharp like ice touched by daylight.

The Bloodspine Night Lynx roar violently, flames gathering within its jaws.

Selena’s blue eyes remained calm.

The Amethyst Mist Sword spun in her hand, tracing a lotus sigil midair.

Flames collided with the mark.

The impact exploded outward — sparks scattering like dying stars.

The lynx attempted to retreat into the grass, but Selena stepped forward instantly.

"Where are you going?"

Her voice was cold — not loud, but steady.

Mana surged through her blade. Steel met scale. The clash rang sharply through the plains.

Leon watched quietly.

Her footwork was smooth... but hesitant in the kill.

She still lacked instinct.

Moments later, the serpent collapsed.

Selena retrieved the precious bone with composed movements and returned.

"Master, how was my performance just now?" She stepped forward and bowed slightly, her porcelain-like skin faintly flushed from battle. Her chest rose subtly beneath the fitted robe, breath steady but hopeful. Her eyes searched Leon’s face with quiet expectation.

Leon examined her calmly.

"Hmm, your swordsmanship is not bad. However, you lack combat experience and have missed several good opportunities. But it’s not a big problem. I’ll find a few more vicious beasts for you to practice on later. You’ll slowly get used to it."

Selena’s lips pressed together briefly.

Not bad.

Only not bad.

She had hoped for praise.

But then she replayed the fight in her mind. The hesitation before her second strike. The delayed finish.

He was right.

"...Yes, Master. I understand."

There was no resentment — only quiet determination.

Leon nodded.

"Alright, let me introduce you. This is the disciple whom I have just accepted, and she will be your junior from now on..."

He paused.

He genuinely forgot.

He turned toward Rias. "What’s your name again?"

Akeno covered her mouth immediately.

"Pfft—"

Rias herself almost laughed, but she restrained it with grace.

"Hello senior sister, my name is Rias. It’s our first time meeting, I hope you will take care of me in the future."

Selena looked up fully now.

And for the first time, she truly examined her new junior sister.

Red hair. Crimson eyes. Noble posture. Slender waist, generous curves balanced by refinement. The red silk robe hugged her upper body before cascading downward, the gold sash emphasizing the curve of her hips. She looked like a blooming flame — warm, radiant, almost royal.

Selena felt something unexpected.

Pressure.

Isn’t this girl too beautiful?

Even standing beside Leon, she did not seem out of place.

But then something inside Selena shifted.

Violet... no, Amethyst Summit Division was quiet. Too quiet.

There were only two of them on that mountain. Leon rarely spoke beyond instruction. He cultivated often. The silence sometimes pressed against her chest at night like heavy mist.

Now... there would be another voice.

Another presence.

Another girl to talk to.

Her expression softened.

"Hehe, I finally have a junior sister! Hello, Junior Sister. My name is Selena. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me."

Rias’ eyes brightened genuinely.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Their gazes met.

And something strange happened.

No hostility. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

No rivalry.

Just recognition.

Two different beauties — one like cold snow, one like burning silk — standing beneath the same sky.

Akeno watched from the side, her black layered robe hugging her mature figure, the slit revealing glimpses of her long legs as she shifted her weight. Her purple hair framed her elegant face. Her chest — fuller than both girls — rose subtly as she studied Leon from afar.

So this is the man...

Her gaze lingered.

Not crude.

Not desperate.

Curious.

Leon cleared his throat slightly.

They were already chatting.

He was... standing there.

Unnoticed.

Selena leaned slightly closer to Rias.

"Junior Sister, where are you from?"

Rias smiled faintly. "Just... from far away."

Selena narrowed her eyes playfully. "You speak very properly."

"And Senior Sister fights very beautifully," Rias countered gently.

Selena blinked — then laughed softly.

"You saw that?"

"I couldn’t take my eyes off it."

Leon watched the two converse.

Rias carried herself with natural elegance. Even when speaking, her shoulders remained straight, chin slightly lifted. Her voice held calm confidence.

She would adapt well.

And her aptitude... was workable.

More importantly —

She had spirit.

And she was beautiful.

Leon was not blind.

He was a man.

He noticed how the red silk framed her form. How her curves were generous yet refined. How her eyes held both innocence and calculation.

But his expression did not change.

The wind blew softly again.

For the first time since leaving the academy premises, Leon felt something shift within the atmosphere.

His mountain would not be silent anymore.

Selena turned suddenly.

"Master! When are we going back?"

Leon blinked.

They remembered him again.

"Soon."

Rias glanced at him quietly.

Master.

Her heart fluttered slightly at the word.

Not because of power.

Not only because of strength.

But because when he stood there — calm, steady, unmoved by praise — he felt dependable.

Unshakeable.

She lowered her gaze briefly, hiding the small smile forming at her lips.

Leon noticed.

But said nothing.

The plains were quiet again.

And beneath the fading light, three figures stood together — teacher, senior sister, junior sister — while one elegant maid observed silently behind.

A new Chapter had begun.

Leon’s mouth twitched. He seemed to have been neglected.