Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 239: Snake

Finally.

We’re here.

The journey was longer than necessary, mostly because I couldn’t travel as fast with my pregnant husband. If I had come alone, I would’ve been here days ago, surveying the land, preparing for our future.

But then again, Noelle would have skinned me alive if I had left him behind.

So here we are.

Stepping onto the pristine, untouched sands of our island, the soft crunch of white-gold sand beneath my boots, the salty wind whipping through my hair.

I glance over at Noelle, who is not walking as carefully.

Instead, he’s barefoot, walking through the warm sands like he belongs here, the ocean breeze tangling through his long raven-black hair.

His green eyes sparkle with a curiosity that makes my chest ache.

Like a child exploring a new world.

It’s bigger than I expected.

The maps, the reports, none of them did it justice.

The towering cliffs to the west stretch higher than I imagined, their jagged edges forming an unbreakable barrier against unwanted visitors. The dense forests stretch inland, vibrant and alive, full of towering ancient trees that have stood untouched for centuries. The rolling hills in the distance offer natural vantage points, perfect for watchtowers and fortifications.

Everything about this place is exactly what I wanted.

Noelle is already moving ahead, his excitement impossible to contain.

"Let’s go."

I reach for him, taking his arm, pulling him close.

He’s still looking around, wide-eyed, soaking everything in like a sponge.

I can’t help but smirk.

For someone who refused to let me leave without him, he looks like he forgotten all about me, too lost in the beauty of the island.

But I don’t mind.

Not when he’s smiling like that.

Noelle points at a cluster of blue flowering plants nestled in the sands near the treeline.

"Those are Mons’ Tears!" he says excitedly, pulling me forward. "I haven’t seen them in years! They only grow in places untouched by human hands."

I let him drag me, his enthusiasm infectious.

He crouches down, fingers brushing gently over the petals, completely in awe.I kneel beside him, watching the way his eyes light up, the way his breath catches.

Noelle drags me around like an excited child, pulling me from one thing to the next, pointing out every unique plant, every bird call, every shift in the landscape as if this island was made just for him.

I let him lead me, indulging his enthusiasm, watching as his face lights up with each new discovery.

Eventually, the others catch up, bringing the horses we transported from the ship.

Of course, Noelle insists on riding with me. Not like I was going to let him ride separately anyway.

I help him onto the saddle, and the second I swing up behind him, his back melts into my chest, his warmth pressing against me.

His scent, warm and grounding, mixes with the fresh ocean breeze as I guide the horse forward, following the group as we move deeper inland.

We ride through dense jungle, the towering trees arching above us, sunlight breaking through the thick canopy in golden shafts. The air is rich and untouched, filled with the sounds of rustling leaves, distant birds, and the quiet hum of an untamed paradise.

Then—

We break into open land.

We dismount at the northwestern side of the island, stepping onto a stretch of rolling grasslands, surrounded by dense forest on one side and a breathtaking view of the ocean on the other.

The land here is high, sloping slightly toward the edge where the cliffs drop off into the sea below. The wind carries the scent of salt and wildflowers, the ocean stretching endlessly into the horizon.

I take a slow breath.

This is it.

This is where we will build our home.

Noelle takes a few steps forward, his long hair whipping in the wind as he turns in a slow circle, soaking it all in.

He looks radiant here, standing in the middle of endless blue and green, like he belongs nowhere else but this land, this sky, this future.

He turns to me, eyes shining.

"This is perfect," he whispers.

And I agree—it is perfect.

Noelle’s excitement, the way his eyes glowed with wonder, the way he touched the earth like it was already home—that was all the confirmation I needed.

This land belongs to us now.

And I will do whatever it takes to make it ready.

After the eventful day, we board the ship back to the coastal town, the sea calm beneath the darkening sky.

I glance at Noelle, curled up in the cabin bed, fast asleep, his long hair spilling over the pillow, his breathing soft and even.

Even after hours of travel, after all the walking and riding, he looks peaceful here, as if the island settled something deep inside him.

I lean down, brushing my lips against his forehead.

Then, quietly, I slip out of the room.

—

At the bottom of the stairs leading to the ship’s deck, I pause.

Raul is at the bar, drinking with some locals, laughing loudly over something undoubtedly stupid.

Ignoring him, I make my way toward a quieter corner of the pub where Roman is already seated, a bottle of wine in front of him, his posture relaxed yet observant.

I slide into the seat across from him.

Roman doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he simply pours two glasses, pushing one toward me.

He knows why I’m here.

"You’re serious about this," he finally says, taking a slow sip of his drink.

"Yes."

Roman studies me for a moment, weighing his words carefully.

"How much?" he asks, watching me closely.

"Everything."

Roman nearly chokes on his drink.

He sets his glass down, incredulous, blinking at me like I’ve just suggested we burn an entire kingdom to the ground.

"Well, almost everything," I amend, shrugging. "Enough to make sure it’s finished before the twins are born."

Roman stares.

And then—

"Are you insane?!" he hisses, leaning forward. "It takes three to four years on average to build an estate of that size, and the twins will be born in—what, seven months?!"

"Which is exactly why we need everything," I say evenly, swirling my drink in my hand. "If we employ people with special abilities..."

Roman sets his drink down sharply.

His eyes narrow.

"You want to employ ability-users... as workers?" His voice is too loud, even in the lively pub.

A few heads turn, but no one pays too much attention.

Still, I glare at him. "Lower your voice."

Roman rubs his temples, exhaling sharply. "Do you even understand how much that will cost?"

I don’t respond.

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Even hiring them as mercenaries costs a fortune. You want to pay them to be—what, builders?"

I take a slow sip of my drink.

I say nothing.

Roman leans back, crossing his arms, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I didn’t sign up for this," he mutters. "I signed up to be your strategist in the army, you know—blood and killing."

I smirk. "What do you want?"

Roman’s expression shifts instantly.

And this—

This is why Raul calls him a snake.

Because Roman never gives anything for free.

He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes glinting with interest.