Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 205: Ultimatum

Duchy Hornraven: Exclusive domain of the legendary Draken family.

The darkness of the office was pierced only by the cold glow of the hologram and the incandescent tip of the cigar. The man seated behind his desk, an ebony cane resting against his armchair, stared at the two silhouettes. The head of the Draken family had cyan hair streaked with gray, a thick beard trimmed with precision, and eyes of an icy blue that absorbed the light.

"So, father, you’re saying we can eliminate him?"

The voices, slightly distorted by the transmission, came from the two figures. They were a young woman and a young man. Like their father, they had deep blue hair and the same piercing eyes. Their resemblance was so striking that there was no doubt: they were twins.

Frédéric Draken exhaled a slow gray plume of smoke that dissipated into the gloom.

"Obviously. I’ve already dealt with the woman who was protecting him."

On the hologram, the young man, Irion, tilted his head slightly. A calculated concern crossed his gaze.

"Makira? Why was that woman protecting him in the first place? Her involvement seems... illogical."

He tapped the ash from his cigar into a crystal ashtray.

"You don’t need to know that, Irion. Her motivation isn’t your problem, it’s mine. And I’ve dealt with it now. Focus on your task."

He turned his piercing gaze toward the female silhouette.

"Laura. Make sure you erase every trace of your involvement in his assassination. I want no rumor, no matter how faint, that could lead back to us. The fools at the Holy Cathedral are just waiting for an excuse to search our lands."

The young woman inclined her head in a brief, precise motion.

"Yes, father. It will be done."

Irion did the same, without adding a word.

[End of transmission.]

Then, without further warning, he raised his hand slightly. The hologram dissipated instantly.

Plunging the room into deeper darkness, broken only by the glowing red ember of his cigar. He relaxed in his armchair.

"Makira Keth Silvernight..." he murmured. "I sincerely hope I never see your filthy face again."

He took another drag of smoke, his gaze lost in the darkness of the office.

...

Somewhere in the Arcadia jungle...

The dense, humid air of the jungle suddenly crackled. Reality itself seemed to convulse, distorting like a canvas torn from the inside.

With a deafening crack that sent all nearby animals fleeing, space tore open, expelling a violent blast of scarlet energy and a demonic pressure that instantly scorched the leaves.

A muscular arm, covered in scars, emerged from the breach. The hand gripped the unstable edges of the rift and pried space apart with brute force, widening it enough to allow a body to pass through.

A woman stepped out, dropping heavily to one knee. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Steam rose from her skin, as if she had just left a furnace. Clad only in scorched rags, her musculature was dense and powerful, forged by constant combat and extreme conditions. Her short, dirtied white hair clung partially to her face from the residual heat.

She remained kneeling for a moment, shoulders heaving with ragged breathing.

Head raised, she took a deep breath of the jungle air... Then, opening her eyes, her golden pupils blazed violently.

She parted her lips slightly and exhaled thick hot smoke.

"How dare you imprison me in Tenebris, Frédéric?"

Her hand closed around the handle of a war axe resting beside her. Prominent veins, streaked with scarlet light, rose along her forearms.

"I’m going to demolish you, you filthy coward!"

She took a step forward.

The ground beneath her foot instantly blackened, scorched by the heat of her body, which still hovered around one hundred and fifty degrees.

This temperature left no ambiguity about the nature of the place she had come from. The Tenebris zone where Frédéric had confined her had indeed differed little from descriptions of hell.

She walked for a few more seconds, each step leaving a dark trail behind her, before stopping abruptly. Her gaze turned in a precise direction.

"Maybe I should find Kaiser first."

Without waiting any longer, she bent her legs slightly and leaped.

Her body sliced through the air with violence, covering dozens of kilometers in an instant, leaving behind a shockwave that made the jungle canopy tremble.

If Kaiser had been present at that moment, he would have been shocked. This woman was none other than the supposed commoner who had trained him... The one he had known under the name... Kethra.

***

*Sky City Academy*

Breakfast had just ended.

Kaiser rose from his chair and adjusted his jacket. Across from him, Eleanor wiped her lips with a napkin, observing his face with a slightly questioning look.

"You’re leaving already?" she asked, in a neutral but attentive tone.

Kaiser nodded.

"Yes. I have something to take care of at Ariana’s."

He didn’t go into details. Eleanor knew him well enough to understand it wasn’t a simple courtesy visit. She simply nodded.

"Be careful with her," she said simply.

Kaiser replied with a slight smile before leaving.

He had barely crossed the building’s doors when the ground vibrated.

At first, it was just a tremor, almost imperceptible. Then, within a few seconds, the vibration intensified. The courtyard’s cobblestones rang under the feet of students who stopped dead, some looking up, others instinctively seeking their balance.

An overwhelming pressure descended on the city.

The air seemed to grow heavier. A massive demonic aura surged from afar, powerful enough to be felt even within the academy’s walls.

"What the hell was that...?"

"Do you feel that pressure?"

Several students paled. Others instinctively stepped back, not understanding what was happening. Some stared at the horizon, seeking a visual answer to what they felt.

Kaiser, for his part, remained motionless.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he analyzed the nature of this mana.

"It was the rupture..."

Kaiser slightly turned his gaze, observing these reactions with lucidity. Most didn’t know what they were truly feeling.

They were unaware that this demonic mana came from the rupture of an unknown-level rift that had opened in the Valerius duchy.

He inhaled slowly, stabilizing his own mana.

"I need to go prepare."

He understood what it meant.

As always, it would be the students sent to the front lines. Their mission would be to eliminate the monsters, contain the spread, and above all, put an end to the threat.

’But in reality... this was the beginning of a major academy arc. The rift rupture linked to the Key of Solomon had just begun.

The place where the only artifact capable of opening the Abyss gate was located.

"The Spectrum is going to become increasingly active..."

***

*Black Neon: Warehouse District*

At the same moment, in a dark and industrial alley of the city of Black Neon, the air tore silently. A matte black portal, devoid of the usual luminous flashes of magical teleportations, opened vertically against a dirty brick wall. A man stepped out lightly, as if descending a single step.

He surveyed his surroundings with a circular glance, his vivid cyan eyes, the only visible part of his face, shining behind an Oni mask with severe features, strangely similar in style to the one Kaiser sometimes wore.

"Hmmm~, back home? This is a bit different from last time."

His voice was drawling, laced with nonchalant curiosity. He had short black hair and was simply dressed in a black shirt and dark blue pants. A sword, sheathed in a dark fabric scabbard wrapped in bandages, was strapped to his back. He cleared his throat.

Then...

A murderous pressure swept through the entire city. It wasn’t demonic, but purely aggressive, charged with such dense killing intent that it froze the air.

The reaction was immediate...

Everyone started running toward him.

The five Beasts moved first, their instincts sharpened by years of hunting. Gunar followed closely, his Aura exploding as he prepared a direct attack.

But before they could even engage...

*Snap* A finger snap...

Gunar, whose reflexes were legendary, couldn’t launch the slightest attack; the masked man disappeared. There was no flash, no visible displacement. He was simply there, then he wasn’t.

Gunar stopped dead and spun around.

"Where is he?!" he shouted toward the other assassins, his jackals.

Then, a light laugh came from above. Everyone looked up.

The man was sitting balanced on a rooftop, legs dangling, elbows on his knees.

"What are you doing here, you bunch of half-beast trash?" he asked, his voice tinged with amused condescension. "Where the hell is Kaiser? Don’t tell me he’s dead too."

Kara, masked, frowned. Her mind was racing at full speed.

’This man knows The Predator’s true identity?’

And above all... He was far too powerful.

She had observed the movement. It wasn’t just fast. It wasn’t a classic technique. Even Gunar hadn’t managed to follow him.

No...

It was as if... He was teleporting?

Before she could finish her thought.

"Who are you?!" asked Ragnar.

*Snap*

"Again that sound!" growled another assassin.

"Watch out!" Gunar shouted, turning around, claws already out.

But it was too late. The masked man was already there, in the middle of them.

And he had one arm casually draped around Leandra’s shoulders, the lycan Beast. His hand, with slender fingers, rested next to her carotid artery, in a gesture that might seem familiar but was a threat.

"Shhh... No sudden moves, little Lycan." Leandra swallowed audibly. Her body was tense, claws half out, but she didn’t dare move.

Then, he raised his voice, addressing the group. "If you attack, guys, I’ll be forced to kill her. Too bad, she smells pretty good for a half-beast... I just came to talk."

Gunar held back his move, the boiling rage in him contained by the situation.

"So what the hell do you want?" Gunar spat, each word loaded with anger.

The man tilted his head, a smile imaginable beneath the mask.

"Well... I’ve been told you’ve caused quite a bit of commotion these past few years."

He paused briefly, his cyan eyes slowly sweeping over the group.

"The Spectrum sends an ultimatum."

*End Of The Arc : Sky City Academy*