Chapter 95: The mole
Everything settled, the room went quiet and peaceful. No more frantic cries. No more emotional confrontations. No more exhausting nights that left everyone drained. Only silence remained.
The silvery moonlight cuts through the curtains of large windows, casting a soft glow on the bed where Norelia and Carolynn sleep peacefully. After hours of intense crying, heartfelt laughter, and a tearful reunion, both mother and daughter had run out of stamina, collapsing into peaceful slumber.
And then there’s poor Eren, shoved to the edge of the mattress, leaving him alone from their little embrace.
But he was not complaining. Instead, he was lying on his side, elbow propped up and his cheek resting on it as he stared at the peaceful face of his petite professor.
"You are really a cunning little genius, Miss Norelia," he muttered under his breath, smiling softly. "For throwing your boyfriend into the den of the demon queen, just to fix your mother’s succubus dysfunction."
He sighed in relief as he lay back on the soft bed. Everything had gone smoothly, and she was happy. What else did he need?
Folding his hands behind his head, he wondered something unusual. It was genuinely absurd how he was always getting away unnoticed, like he had three breathtaking girls in his dorm every day and was sneaking into the staff quarters. He never once got caught by other students. Maybe his luck stats were already sky-high, or this universe narration was writing favourably for him.
’Whatever.’
Then the cheerful, female voice of the system rang in his mind.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host!]
He raised his eyebrow. ’What’s this for? Reconciling a tragic mother-daughter misunderstanding?’
[No!]
The system replied flatly.
[Harem Bound Skill Acquisition Criteria Met.]
[Achievement Unlocked: Feeding the Milf Demon Queen and Satisfying Her Succubus Hunger.]
[You had successfully claimed the top-tier, absolute peak-level Milf and secured permanent romantic devotion.]
[Reward:- 400 fate points.]
[Balance:- 1600 fate points.]
’Not bad,’ Eren muttered, thoroughly mused by his growing stockpile. ’I managed to scrape together a good amount of balance.’
[Executing Data Retrieval... ]
[Accessing Carolynn’s primary skill archive...]
[Randomizing active draws...]
[New Skill Unlocked: dark magic mastery (Level 1)]
[Upgrade Path: Level 2 requires 1000 Fate Points.]
Eren nearly jumped up in excitement after seeing the skill draw. After all, dark magic was the rarest attribute for him for humans to get, rumored to rival even holy magic and to help greatly in the United Humanity war against demons.
Only a few possessed it.
He was satisfied. He casually devoured a milf with ultra premium service, made his girlfriend happy. And now he copied the Demon Queen’s dark magic.
And so now, he had to work tomorrow. So he casually tucked under the sheets with a sleepy yawn, closing his eyes.
Morning broke over the academy with a warm, brilliant glare of the sunlight.
The atmosphere inside was practically glowing. The tanned mother and daughter duo were sitting together on the plush couch, talking and giggling nonstop like they hadn’t just spent four years.
Carolynn looked completely rejuvenated, her skin radiating a healthy, flushed glow after receiving an imperial-grade vitality refill. She sauntered over to where Eren was sitting. Wearing a silk robe that still did absolute bare-minimum work covering her voluptuous curves, she set down a fresh cup of aromatic tea in front of him.
"Here you go, my pretty boy," Carolynn cooed smoothly, leaning down to ruffle his dark hair with an almost unbearable amount of affection. Either the Demon Queen was naturally an overbearing mother-in-law, or his nine-inch vitality delivery service permanently recalibrated her emotions.
Across the table, Norelia was watching the scene unfold with a smug, thoroughly proud smirk plastered across her petite face. Catching his eye, she mouthed a silent, genuine, "Thank you," before taking a sip of her own tea.
Eren took a slow sip of the high-grade brew, letting out a long, satisfied exhale before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well, now that the tearful family reunion is officially wrapped up... I actually need the expertise of both the Vice Principal and my petite professor."
Both women paused, their analytical, genius minds instantly tuning in as Eren prepared to tell about some problem.
***
Meanwhile, on the complete opposite side of the capital, deep within the private wing of the Royal Manor...
Gasp—!
A sharp, ragged breath echoed through the hidden underground prison chamber.
Princess Seraphina stood in the dim light, her white dress completely ruined, ruined by dripping crimson. Her breathtaking, usually composed face was twisted in a cold, horrifying fury that made even the heavily armored royal guards standing by the doorway gulp.
Strapped securely to an iron chair in the center of the chamber was a middle-aged woman, bruised, bloody, and thoroughly broken from hours of merciless interrogation. There was practically nothing left of her body to torture, but she was still breathing and conscious, that was all the princess required.
Seraphina’s anger wasn’t just because she found out a long-standing traitor in her inner circle. No, the betrayal cut deeper. It was the same maid who raised her in the absence of her neglectful mother.
Step by step, her blood-stained heels clicking sharply against the cold stone, Seraphina approached the trembling woman. She reached out with a gloved hand, brutally grabbing the traitor’s jaw and forcing her head back to meet her gaze.
"P-Please..." the woman sobbed out, blood dripping from her cracked lips as she wept. "Your Highness... please... have mercy! After all my years of service... after helping raise you...!"
"Mercy?" Seraphina whispered, her voice dangerous, soft. "Should I grant you mercy for your ’generous’ service for raising me? Or perhaps for secretly swearing to work for my father’s filthy concubine? Or... should I forgive you for slipping an unidentified, slow-acting toxin into my mother’s daily tea?"
The woman’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. The color drained completely from her face. She had assumed the Princess had merely caught her passing information. She had zero idea Seraphina had uncovered the grand assassination plot against the Empress.
Seeing the shock in the traitor’s eyes brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to Seraphina’s heart.
She violently shoved the woman’s head back, turning away and peeling off her ruined, blood-stained leather gloves, tossing them onto the cold floor.
"Search every inch of this woman’s private quarters," Seraphina commanded the guards in an icy tone. "Ransack her room. Tear down the walls if you have to. Find every letter, every ledger, and every single drop of that poison."
"Understood, Your Highness!" the guards barked out in synchronized terror.
As she stepped out of the gloomy dungeon and into the private corridor, Seraphina pulled a small device from her inner pocket—the mysterious, high-tech listening device given to her by a certain arrogant, dark-haired man.
Tracing her thumb over the casing, her eyes narrowed with a complex mixture of anger, intrigue, and a faint, reluctant appreciation.
Not only he gave this device, but he sent it more like a listening device, and scenery capturing devices.
"It seems..." Seraphina murmured under her breath, a beautiful smile curling her lips, "...I need to pay a little visit to that brilliant idiot."