Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 132: Cold Conversation

Kaiser walked with steady steps down the main corridor of the west wing of the Academy. He was thinking back to the exchange he had just had with the vice principal as well as the system’s warning.

In the original novel, this character was barely in the background. Kris only spoke to her once or twice at most. She was then killed during the Spectrum attack, swept away along with dozens of others in a chaos that had only served as set dressing for the plot.

Yet during their recent meeting, this woman had stared at him with hostility. Kaiser was trying to understand the origin of this animosity, because he was certain he had committed no act that directly concerned her.

He turned the corner of the corridor, and that was when he spotted her. Dyana stood motionless near a tall ogival window, her gaze lost in the gardens. The afternoon light, filtering through the stained glass, fell on her at an angle, highlighting the clean and sober lines of her dress and making her hair shine.

When she saw him approaching, she slightly raised her chin, as if preparing herself. Kaiser stopped three steps away from her. He took a deep breath.

"Young Lord Paragon," she said in a composed voice.

"Duchess... or rather, Professor Donoghan," he replied calmly, deliberately choosing her husband’s title.

Dyana blinked once. The use of that title, spoken with politeness, had visibly destabilized her for a second.

"It’s been a long time since we last had the chance to talk!" she said.

"Yes," Kaiser replied vaguely.

"Ahah..." Dyana let out a brief, forced laugh that died as quickly as it was born. She immediately felt embarrassed by the wall that his response represented, but tried to continue. "Regarding the project we had built together, I hope your work is progressing well on your side."

"Ahhh... yeah," Kaiser acknowledged with an almost imperceptible nod. His tone and closed attitude clearly indicated that he did not wish to prolong this trivial conversation.

Seeing his obvious refusal to exchange pleasantries, Dyana abandoned any attempt to have a friendly talk and went straight to the subject that had driven her to wait for him. "Actually...," she began, her voice becoming firmer, "I wanted to talk to you about the incident involving Kris."

Kaiser tilted his head slightly to the side. "Which incident are you referring to exactly?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Dyana plunged in. "I know you acted out of dissatisfaction. You let yourself be guided by your emotions and, as a result, you took it out on him." She took a slight breath, preparing to add. "I know what happened affected you..."

But Kaiser did not let her finish her sentence. He cut her off sharply, his voice low.

"Professor, you seem to have misinterpreted the situation," Kaiser declared, his neutral and composed voice contrasting with the implied accusation.

"Do you seriously think I used my strength on Kris under the influence of an emotion? Which one, exactly? I’m genuinely perplexed."

Dyana pursed her lips. Her fingers, buried in the folds of her dress, clenched until her knuckles turned imperceptibly white under the fabric.

"Come on, Kaiser, you know perfectly well what I mean..." she began, searching for her words.

"No," he interrupted calmly, "not really. Please be more explicit, Professor Donoghan."

A tense silence settled in, broken only by the faint crackling of the torches in their holders along the stone corridor. Dyana continued, more quietly: "You know very well what I’m talking about. The intervention was... excessive. It wasn’t necessary."

Kaiser tilted his head slightly, his gaze turning cold. "I dispute that judgment. Kris presented himself of his own free will, openly challenging me after I saved a friend who was being bullied. I only responded as appropriate. I see nothing disproportionate about it."

"But..." Dyana bit the inside of her cheek, cutting her own sentence short. She suddenly understood that talking to Kaiser was futile; no word seemed capable of leaving the slightest mark. Frustration knotted her stomach.

"Anyway, Professor," Kaiser concluded, breaking the silence. "If you have nothing concrete to add, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut this exchange short. I’m expected, actually. An appointment with Miss Ariana Hornraven. You’ll excuse me."

Dyana frowned, a sharp crease forming between her eyes. "Your ex-fiancée?" she asked, surprised despite herself. "You’re still seeing her? Officially, your engagement was dissolved, wasn’t it?"

A faint smile, devoid of any warmth, brushed Kaiser’s lips. "So my personal life interests you, Professor? That’s unexpected."

She paused, her gaze fleeing for a moment toward the windows overlooking the academy gardens. She shook her head slightly. "No. Of course not. It’s none of my business."

"In that case..." He took a step to the side and began the motion to go around her.

Dyana instinctively raised a hand, as if to catch his sleeve, but lowered it immediately, her fingers closing on empty air. She finally sketched a small nod, a mechanical courtesy. "Have a good end of the day, Kaiser."

Kaiser walked past, hands now buried in his pockets. He didn’t turn back, but threw over his shoulder, in a clear and detached voice: "Please give my respectful regards to Duke Donoghan?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heels and walked away. Dyana remained motionless near the window, her gaze fixed on his silhouette that gradually diminished, blending into the dimness of the corridor.

It was only when he had completely disappeared that she released the breath she had been holding. Her fingers, still gripping her dress, squeezed so hard that the fabric deformed and her knuckles turned pale.

She was skeptical, lost, no longer knowing what attitude to adopt. While waiting for him here, a part of her, small and stubborn, had nurtured an absurd hope.

She had hoped that a glimmer of that attachment he had once shown her still remained. She had secretly hoped that the love he had shown her back then was still there.

Instead, she had encountered only a cold Kaiser. There had been no emotion in his eyes. This indifference left her speechless. She felt ridiculous.

’Was I really that mistaken?’

"Shit. I’m so embarrassed..."

The swear word hissed between her lips, muffled by the immense solitude of the corridor. Dyana lowered her head, her shoulders slumping under the weight of a disappointment far heavier than mere frustration. Her long lashes lowered, masking her blurring gaze. From a distance, one might have thought she was crying.