Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 178: I hope she hasn’t become a Yandere? Has she?

Chapter 178: I hope she hasn’t become a Yandere? Has she?

But as they retreated, a strange phenomenon occurred. A butterfly with pale beige wings, almost sand-colored, fluttered in front of Godwin’s eyes. It left behind a shimmering trail.

"Dust?" Godwin grumbled, annoyed. "No... sand?"

The butterfly landed, and where its wings touched the burning ground, the sand seemed to multiply, rise, and take shape. A massive silhouette made of fine, shifting sand appeared behind Olivia. Its form evoked a majestic and enigmatic creature.

"That figure..." Kaiser murmured, his vision blurring before pain and exhaustion finally overtook him. "...looks like a... Sphinx?"

As he completely collapsed, the last thing he perceived was Olivia’s voice, no longer fearful but charged with royal authority.

"Resonance: Butterfly Effect!"

***

Kris, dazed, rose amid a dead silence broken only by the distant crackling of lava. His gaze wandered over the scattered remains, terror and incomprehension written on his face.

Then he saw it.

A pile of half-charred, shredded clothes, but whose colors and remnants of emblem were horribly familiar. His sister’s clothes. Beneath them, a blackened, unrecognizable shape reduced to a charred corpse.

"NO! ISA!"

Kris’s world stopped. A tearing cry, more animal than human, burst from his throat, shattering the plateau’s silence.

A pain so immense, so violent, that it seemed to burn his soul from within. His hair, a blazing red, instantly lost its color as if life had left it, turning ash-white in seconds. His skin marbled with vein-like dragon patterns, and his eyes became amber, bestial slits.

Mode: Draconic Lion!

The power of the Pendragon lineage, normally dormant since the last time, awakened in the furnace of his grief and rage, exactly as it was supposed to in the original story. The energy emanating from him shook the ground, but it was empty, directed toward a Godwin who had caused it all.

...

A few hours later, in the corridors of the Academy, the news spread like wildfire. Isabella Donoghan, heir to the duchy, fiancée of the first prince, had died in Tenebris.

Rumors spoke of an ambush by the Paragon faction that had crossed the line and openly provoked the Imperial family.

It was no longer a question of resources; these rumors had taken on greater proportions.

In his luxurious quarters, Godwin sat impassive while servants busied themselves cleaning traces of blood and soot from his skin. His wounds were superficial, but the last spell from that bitch who had caught him off guard deeply irritated him.

Suddenly, he felt his movements grow heavy, as if the air itself was solidifying around him.

Even the servants around him seemed frozen in time. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Godwin..." a saccharine, overly polite voice rang out from the doorway. Adrian was there, a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes were an icy gold, devoid of any warmth.

Fresh red splatters could be seen on the immaculate leather of his boots. "I sincerely hope the news going around is false. It would be such a... tragedy."

Godwin did not rise, his gaze turning wary. "Adrian. I’m in a very bad mood, and you come causing trouble in my domain? Are you looking for death?"

Adrian’s smile widened, but his eyes remained frozen lakes. "Godwin..." he whispered, almost tenderly. "You are going to die."

*BOOM*

...

In the sterile whiteness of the Academy’s infirmary, another, calmer scene was unfolding. Olivia, her face gentle, sat at Kaiser’s bedside. He was plunged in deep sleep, his body entirely bandaged.

She reached out and gently stroked his bruised face, a complex emotion in her gaze.

’Mother sacrificed everything for my father. But Leonard did not return it... The love was not reciprocal. And yet, she told me to seek it... Maybe I’ve found it, Mother?’

"Thank you," she murmured, so low it was barely a breath. "For your help..."

Then her expression hardened, reverting to that of the dangerous princess. "The Imperial family and the Pendragons are officially at war. I’ll use that to pursue my plans... Let me handle the rest."

She stood up. At the doorway, she turned one last time, her gaze lingering on the sleeping body. A slight, very slight smile brushed her lips. "Recover quickly, Kai... After all, we have a lot to talk about~"

As soon as she left, Kaiser’s eyelids opened. He grimaced, feeling every sore muscle.

"It’s a bit weird for someone to stare at me for about thirty minutes while stroking my face," he muttered to himself.

"I hope she hasn’t become a Yandere? Has she?"

He shook his head, making his painful neck creak. "Anyway, we’ll think about that later."

"Ragnar?" he called softly.

A shadow detached from the darkest corner of the room, materializing at his feet. "Everyone is waiting for you, The Predator."

...

*Black Neon: Predator’s Manor*

In a sober but comfortable room of the secret manor, a young woman lay on a bed, plunged into artificially deep sleep. She had blazing red hair, a slim waist, a modest bust but generous hips.

Kaiser, clad in his black coat and Oni mask, stood by the bed. "Wake up. Sleeping beauty..."

The amber eyes slowly opened, filled with confusion and a groan. "Where am I... What happened?" she murmured.

"You just died," replied the mechanical voice of the mask.

"What?!" she exclaimed, trying to sit up, but a thin, solid chain attached to her wrist prevented it.

The Predator picked up a document from the bedside table and began reading in a monotone voice:

"Isabella Donoghan, eldest daughter of Duke Donoghan. Fiancée of the first imperial prince: Julius Dantalion. B- rank warrior-mage who has reached the fifth circle of mana with the Earth attribute."

"Who! Who are you?"

"Arts: Flaming Lion, three movements mastered. Preferred weapon: Lance. Personality: kind, well-mannered. And physical description: red hair, amber eyes, slim waist, 1m70, modest bust, wide hips and... well-rounded buttocks?"

’Who put that part in the document???’ He thought inwardly but kept a cold demeanor.

She had fallen silent, her gaze filled with growing fear fixed on her masked captor.

"As you can see, I know everything about you, and you will be useful to me in the future if you listen obediently. And so..."

The Predator took a deep breath, a sound amplified by the mask.

"Isabella Donoghan... you are officially dead in the eyes of the world. From now on, you are my prisoner."