THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR-Chapter 362: TACTICAL WITHDRAWAL

The golden patterns of Yue's testing platform still pulsed with ancient power, casting everyone in warm illumination that emphasized the new tensions radiating through the virtual landscape. Elara stood with barely contained elemental energy shimmering around her clenched fists, while Litty remained frozen in mid-stance, her twin blades momentarily forgotten as she processed the unexpected arrival of David's apparent associates.

Seraphina detached herself from David's side with practiced elegance, her movements conveying both aristocratic refinement and predatory awareness. Unlike Draven's imposing presence, her power manifested in subtle ways—the perfectly measured cadence of her footsteps, the precise angle of her posture, the calculated warmth of her smile that never quite reached her calculating eyes.

"A mock battle?" she inquired, her voice carrying musical undertones that suggested genuine amusement. She circled David slowly, measuring him with an appraising gaze. "Everyone seems quite focused on testing you, rather than the training exercise it appears to be."

There was analytical precision in her observation—an assessment from someone skilled at uncovering hidden intentions. She completed her circuit around him, stopping just close enough to violate proper etiquette but not quite reaching indecency.

"Though I would love to test my new skills on you," she continued, her fingertip tracing an invisible line along his jawline without quite touching him. "Perhaps when we're not surrounded by such an impressive audience."

Her nail finally found its way beneath his chin, lifting it slightly as her eyes locked with his. The gesture somehow transformed from seductive to interrogative in an instant, her voice dropping to a register that carried steel beneath silk.

"What are you hiding, Dear?" she asked, her expression showing the first glimpse of genuine emotion—concern veiled beneath practiced control. "From these people who seem so intent on evaluating your capabilities? Are you keeping secrets from me and my sisters.... again?"

David swallowed hard, clearly caught between uncomfortable truths and necessary omissions. Before he could formulate a response, a ripple of heat distorted the air between them as Elara stepped forward, flames momentarily flaring around her before she suppressed them with visible effort.

"I believe I've missed some introductions," Elara stated, her tone deceptively pleasant despite the dangerous glint in her crimson eyes. "Who exactly are you, and what is your business with David?"

Seraphina turned to face Elara fully, a smile of recognition spreading across her perfect features. Something shifted in her posture—subtle adjustments that signaled reassessment of potential threats and opportunities.

"The Archon of Lysora," she observed with a respectful inclination of her head that somehow avoided seeming subservient. "Your reputation precedes you. The pyrokinetic display you demonstrated during the Southern Campaign against the Ash Nomads was particularly impressive—the way you transformed their own war fires into a defensive perimeter that saved three battalions."

Elara raised a single eyebrow, her expression a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "You seem remarkably well-informed about military operations that were neither public knowledge nor widely documented."

Seraphina's smile deepened slightly, revealing nothing while implying much. "Your feats travel far and wide, Lady Archon. Those with reason to monitor significant power players in the empire make it their business to maintain comprehensive records." She paused deliberately. "Just as I imagine you maintain your own awareness of notable figures beyond your jurisdiction."

Her eyes flicked momentarily between David and Elara, noting positions, proximity, and body language with expert assessment. So the patriarch of the golden coast has fallen for him as well, she thought, mental calculations spinning through complex scenarios and implications. David truly does have a remarkable way with women of unique status.

Aloud, she offered a formal half-bow that perfectly balanced etiquette with self-assurance. "I am Seraphina val Umbra, personal assistant to David... and yes, his lover."

The last words landed with casual confidence, as if stating something universally acknowledged rather than deliberately provocative.

The resulting silence carried palpable weight. Yue's eyebrows rose toward her hairline, while Litty's mouth worked soundlessly, attempting to formulate a response and finding none adequate.

Elara's expression froze, processing dual shocks simultaneously. First, the casual claiming of David as a lover. Second, the triple-name that designated noble lineage. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she mentally sorted through imperial bloodlines and notable houses until recognition flashed across her features. The temperature around her plummeted as her eyes began to glow with intensifying power.

"Val Umbra," she breathed, the name itself seeming to carry dangerous weight. "Witch." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Seraphina's smile remained perfectly in place, though something ancient and dangerous flickered briefly behind her eyes. "I was born to that species, yes," she acknowledged, a subtle edge entering her otherwise smooth voice. "Though I renounced my connection to the Sovereign of the Enchanted Veil long ago. These days, I prefer to be judged by my actions rather than my heritage."

Elara's jaw clenched, clearly wrestling with the urge to demand explanations about why a former enemy of the empire stood so comfortably at David's side. After a moment of visible struggle, she mastered herself, filing the information away for a private conversation with David later. Some confrontations were best conducted without an audience.

Luna and Vespera exchanged knowing glances that suggested they'd witnessed similar scenes before, their lack of surprise more telling than any verbal confirmation could have been.

"Lover?" Elara finally repeated, the single word containing volumes of dangerous inquiry.

David sighed softly, caught between multiple women of terrifying capability with apparently incompatible expectations. "This isn't exactly how I planned to introduce the various aspects of my life," he admitted, his expression caught between resignation and genuine affection as he glanced at Seraphina.

Seraphina's delighted laugh cut through the awkward moment. "No? Perhaps next time you'll arrange a formal dinner where everyone can present their credentials and claims properly." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, "Though I doubt that would make the east wing villa memories any less... significant."

David's complexion acquired an interesting shade somewhere between mortification and panic, his usual composure cracking under the combined pressure of Elara's frost-cold stare and Seraphina's deliberate provocation.

Draven, still kneeling nearby, emitted a sound that might have been a suppressed laugh—though the helmet made it impossible to confirm.

"Perhaps," Yue interrupted with the practical awareness of someone who had witnessed centuries of romantic complications, "we should attend to more pressing matters." Her hands swept through a complex gesture, and the magnificent virtual landscape began to ripple and contract around them.

The distant floating islands folded inward like paper constructs, while the ancient trees dissolved into motes of golden light that spiraled toward the central platform. Colors intensified before fading, features blurred, and dimensions collapsed with mathematical precision until, within moments, they all stood once more in Yue's laboratory—somewhat less destroyed than before, as if the virtual environment had partially healed the physical space during its manifestation.