Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 137: Report and Regrets

Mara woke slowly, pulled gently from the depths of sleep by the warm caress of sunlight filtering softly through the drapes. She blinked lazily, reluctant to move, savoring the gentle weight of Elira’s head nestled comfortably against her shoulder. The faint, rhythmic sound of Elira’s breathing soothed her nerves, calming the perpetual storm of anxiety she always carried deep within her chest.

Carefully, Mara lifted one hand, letting her fingers trace the curve of Elira’s cheek. Elira shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible, her brow furrowing briefly before smoothing again under Mara’s soft touch.

"You’re adorable when you sleep," Mara whispered quietly, a small smile tugging gently at the corners of her mouth.

Elira’s eyes fluttered open, catching the faint morning sunlight, glowing softly like honeyed amber. She gazed up at Mara, still heavy with sleep, a rare vulnerability flickering momentarily in her expression.

"You’re staring again," Elira mumbled drowsily.

"I can’t help it," Mara replied softly, the quiet sincerity unmistakable. "You’re distractingly beautiful."

Elira snorted softly, half-heartedly nudging Mara’s shoulder. "You’re ridiculous."

"Maybe," Mara conceded, eyes twinkling playfully. "But you love me anyway."

"Unfortunately," Elira sighed dramatically, but a reluctant smile spread slowly across her lips. "Someone has to."

Mara laughed, leaning down gently to press a soft kiss against Elira’s forehead. "Lucky me, then."

They lay quietly for a few moments, the morning stillness wrapping comfortably around them. But eventually, Elira sighed deeply, reluctantly untangling herself from Mara’s embrace.

"Time to face the music," she muttered with a grimace, running her fingers through her tousled hair.

Mara groaned, rolling dramatically onto her back. "Can’t we pretend we overslept? Just this once?"

Elira chuckled, stretching languidly. "As appealing as that sounds, I doubt Lady Verania and Lady Sylvithra would accept ’we overslept because cuddling’ as a valid excuse."

"You underestimate their romantic side," Mara grumbled half-heartedly, finally forcing herself to stand. "They’d probably approve."

Elira shot her a skeptical glance. "You really want to test that theory?"

Mara sighed. "Fine. Responsibility wins. Again."

Dressed quickly, they left their chamber, navigating the sprawling halls of the royal castle with practiced ease. The morning air was crisp, sunlight streaming through the high windows, painting intricate patterns of gold upon the polished marble floors.

They reached the council room sooner than Mara would’ve liked. A pair of guards stationed outside nodded respectfully, pulling open the heavy oak doors with practiced synchronicity.

Inside, Lady Verania and Lady Sylvithra sat at the grand council table, quietly discussing something over a large map of the kingdom. At their arrival, both women glanced up expectantly, identical expressions of calm yet intense curiosity pinning Mara and Elira in place.

"Ah, good morning," Verania greeted smoothly, her tone deceptively casual. "I trust your rest was… adequate?"

Mara flushed slightly, remembering her earlier reluctance. "Yes, Lady Verania. Thank you."

Elira managed to keep her face carefully neutral. "We’re ready to deliver our report."

Sylvithra’s gaze sharpened slightly, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Excellent. Do sit. We’re eager to hear about our daughter’s… adventures."

Elira cleared her throat awkwardly, glancing at Mara with a subtle pleading look. Mara resisted the urge to sigh, reluctantly taking the lead. "Well, as you know, Elyzara has returned safely to Arcanum. Her classes are progressing normally, although—"

"Normally?" Verania interrupted with a raised brow, clearly skeptical. "When has anything related to our daughter ever been described as ’normal’?"

Elira chuckled quietly, clearly agreeing but wisely remaining silent.

"Perhaps ’normal’ was an overly optimistic term," Mara admitted diplomatically. "The recent investigation uncovered some unusual circumstances beneath the academy."

Sylvithra leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing. "Unusual how?"

Mara hesitated briefly, searching for the right words. "A hidden chamber containing something ancient—an obsidian heart, petrified yet somehow still… alive."

Both parents exchanged a look heavy with silent communication, before Sylvithra nodded slowly. "I see. And Elyzara’s connection to this?"

"There seems to be a mark," Elira said carefully, her expression grim. "Some form of magical binding on her hand, possibly from her earlier kidnapping."

Verania’s eyes darkened immediately, voice sharpening dangerously. "And why exactly didn’t we know about this sooner?"

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Mara winced slightly. "She only recently revealed it. Velka Nightthorn discovered its true nature—vampire blood magic, old and forbidden."

Sylvithra frowned deeply, glancing sidelong at Verania. "Blood magic. Are we certain of this?"

Elira nodded gravely. "Velka’s information seems reliable. Elyzara and Velka are working together to investigate further, cautiously."

Verania sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Our daughter, cautious? Why does that concept worry me more than it reassures?"

Mara smiled faintly. "They’ve proven surprisingly effective together, my lady. Despite their… friction."

Sylvithra raised an eyebrow. "Friction?"

Mara glanced helplessly at Elira, who shook her head minutely, clearly unwilling to delve further into teenage dramas.

"Rivalry," Elira clarified diplomatically. "They’re competitive. But Elyzara seems to trust Velka."

Verania tilted her head thoughtfully. "Trusting a vampire exiled from her own coven. Our daughter truly chooses the strangest allies."

"Speaking of strange allies," Sylvithra interjected lightly, lips twitching slightly in suppressed amusement, "how is young Riven behaving?"

Elira groaned audibly, abandoning all pretense of neutrality. "Exactly as expected. Annoying, arrogant, frequently troublesome."

"Yet still breathing," Verania remarked dryly. "Impressive restraint on your parts."

"We manage," Mara replied wryly.

Sylvithra’s smile widened. "Aria remains a good influence, I assume?"

"Yes, thankfully," Mara confirmed with relief. "She balances them well."

Verania leaned back in her chair thoughtfully, tapping her fingers lightly against the tabletop. "So we have a cursed heart, mysterious bindings, vampire conspiracies, and Elyzara at the center of it all. Wonderful. Just another typical day."

Sylvithra chuckled softly. "It does keep life interesting."

Mara and Elira exchanged resigned looks, silently agreeing that "interesting" was perhaps not the word they would’ve chosen.

"Any recommendations?" Sylvithra asked gently.

Mara took a deep breath, straightening slightly. "Maintain surveillance. Strengthen the wards around Arcanum. And perhaps prepare a response team, just in case."

"Wise," Verania agreed thoughtfully. "We’ll inform the captain immediately."

Sylvithra’s gaze softened, looking suddenly maternal beneath her regal poise. "And Elyzara how is she handling this?"

"Remarkably well," Elira said sincerely. "She’s matured significantly. She’s calmer, more strategic. It’s… impressive, honestly."

Verania’s eyes warmed subtly, a quiet pride softening her usually stern features. "Good. Perhaps she’s finally learning caution."

"Don’t get too hopeful," Sylvithra murmured wryly.

A comfortable silence settled momentarily before Mara, tentatively clearing her throat, spoke up. "There was… one more thing."

Both mothers raised curious brows simultaneously, a perfect mirror of one another.

"Yes?" Verania asked expectantly.

"It’s personal," Mara began hesitantly, glancing at Elira, who stared resolutely ahead, cheeks already faintly pink. "We wanted to discuss our… accommodations here at the castle."

Sylvithra’s lips quirked knowingly. "Is there an issue?"

Elira coughed slightly. "It’s just… certain walls are rather thin."

Verania’s brow arched delicately. "Meaning?"

Mara’s face flushed deeper. "Meaning your younger children seem to have a remarkable talent for showing up precisely at the worst possible moments. Frequently."

Sylvithra burst into soft laughter, quickly covering her mouth to contain her amusement. "Ah, yes. Aeris and Arion can be quite… curious."

"Indeed," Elira muttered grimly.

Verania smiled faintly, clearly amused beneath her regal composure. "We’ll ensure better privacy for you both."

"Thank you," Mara sighed gratefully.

As they rose to leave, Sylvithra suddenly called out gently. "And Mara, Elira?"

They turned back curiously.

"Try not to get caught kissing again," Sylvithra teased lightly, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Aeris and Arion were very excited about planning your ’wedding’."

Elira covered her face with one hand, groaning quietly, while Mara blushed furiously.

"Yes, Lady Sylvithra," Mara managed weakly, deeply regretting their lapse in vigilance.

The mothers’ soft laughter followed them down the hall, an echoing reminder of their utter mortification.

"Well," Elira muttered darkly once safely out of earshot, "that could’ve gone better."

"At least we have official permission for better walls," Mara pointed out optimistically, desperately trying to salvage some dignity.

Elira gave her a flat look. "Small mercies, I suppose."

They returned to their chambers quietly, mutually agreeing without words never to speak of the incident again.

At least until the next inevitable embarrassment struck.

Later that evening, as soft twilight crept through the high windows of their shared chamber, Mara stood near the hearth, fidgeting with a small velvet box in her hands. The fire crackled gently behind her, casting warm light across the stone walls, but she barely noticed. Her heart thudded nervously in her chest a rare thing for someone who regularly stared down dragons, bandits, and irate demon royals.

Elira stepped inside, hair slightly tousled from her evening patrol, sword slung casually over her shoulder. "You’re fidgeting," she said, amused. "What did you break?"

Mara turned quickly, caught. "Nothing! I mean something. Wait, no just sit."

Elira raised an eyebrow but obeyed, lowering herself gracefully into the armchair by the fire. "Is this about the wall complaints again? Because I swear I didn’t threaten the twins."

Mara rolled her eyes. "No. Just here."

She knelt in front of Elira, opened the box, and revealed a delicate silver ring inlaid with a subtle thread of night-blue crystal the same color as Elira’s eyes when she was quietly furious.

Elira blinked, stunned. "What is this?"

Mara grinned, nerves melting. "A promise. For more walls, fewer interruptions… and all the lifetimes we’re owed."