Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 234: You underestimate them...

A figure slowly advanced toward the central area, his mask concealing his face immediately recognizable.

"It’s him..."

"The leader of Black Neon..."

"The Predator..."

Scarlet noticed the commotion. She searched for the cause, then her eyes fell on the masked man.

She rose gracefully.

She was about to descend from the platform.

But before she could do anything, The Predator knelt before her.

There was silence... One could even hear the rustle of the wind...

"Please bless me, Saintess..."

Everyone held their breath, shocked by the scene.

A young man in the crowd whispered, incredulous:

"Wait? The leader of the Black Neon organization is praising Lady Scarlet?"

An old man replied, almost trembling:

"He... he’s kneeling..."

Scarlet was caught off guard for a fraction of a second.

Then she understood. Both were chosen by Nostradamus. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Just as The Holiness needed her faithful paladin Julius Dantalion, she too needed her sword.

Or rather, Nostradamus’s blade.

If she was the voice, he would be the arm.

If she was the blessing, he would be the judgment.

Her hands glowed with a green light. Fine runes appeared on her skin, snaking along her wrists.

She placed her hand above The Predator’s head.

"Nostradamus... always blesses his child." she murmured.

A light wave of mana spread.

The crowd erupted in murmurs, then exclamations.

Some fell to their knees in turn.

The image was powerful.

The Saintess blessing the leader of a feared organization.

In an instant, the symbolism shifted.

Black Neon was no longer just a revolutionary movement.

It was becoming a sacred order.

This scene greatly increased Scarlet’s influence as a religious figure of Black Neon, but also that of The Predator. Rumors spread throughout the duchy.

It was said that the masked leader had sworn loyalty to The Saintess Scarlet...

A week later, the duchy had been fully rebuilt, and visitors had quadrupled.

Merchants set up around the parish. Nobles sent observers to find out if it was true that a woman could heal innate diseases.

The facts even reached the highest spheres.

At the same moment, Kaiser felt a familiar vibration in his mind.

[Ding! New Skill]

He did not move outwardly.

[Your deeds have reached the top of the Tower of Babylon.]

[Many believe you to be the blade of an Omniscient Being! With a single glance, you can detect the weaknesses of your enemies!]

A corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

[Your Monster Killer epic has spread greatly]

[Your new skill merges with the Perception Eyes technique]

[Ding! Eyes of Predation (B): Allows you to see the stats and weak points of your prey (people) at the same level or weaker than you]

"This skill is pretty similar to Kris’s innate combat sense."

***

The meeting room in the imperial palace was vast, its walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the lineages of legendary families.

A massive table occupied the center, and around it sat representatives of the empire’s most powerful families, each observing the others with suspicion. The air was thick with tension and arcane mana.

Emperor Leonard Dantalion, with long silver hair falling over his shoulders, a slightly graying beard, piercing golden eyes, and an athletic build, had taken his place at the head of the table.

His imposing presence already commanded respect and attention. He crossed his arms and fixed the participants with a look that spoke volumes about his limited patience.

To his right, Frederick Draken, graying black hair slicked back, piercing blue eyes, hand resting on his cane with a smoking cigar between his lips. He exuded the aura of a drug baron... After all, he was one; his relaxed demeanor contrasted with the gravity of the meeting, but everyone knew he was not there to joke.

Not far from him, Helia von Stavenger, representative of her family, dressed in black with a refined gothic style, adjusted her glasses. She observed everyone around the table, analyzing their every move and gesture.

Mirabel Ashborn, Darwin’s grandmother, sat impeccably. Her ash-black hair cut in a Trixie style framed a severe face with dull gray eyes.

Despite her 150 years, her athletic body and plump ass were still firm. Her lips were enhanced with discreet red, and she had that air of absolute control over the situation.

As Kaiser would call her, it was Granny prime!

Aiden Silvernight, head of the eponymous family, had white hair... His golden eyes were disdainful, slouched in his chair, legs crossed. His gaze scanned the room with boredom...

And finally, Isis Pendragon, Godwin’s mother... Two meters tall, her bulging muscles visible under her white shirt that struggled to contain her imposing chest. Her long white hair with red tips was tied back.

She addressed no one more than piercing glances, particularly cold toward the Dantalion family.

The Emperor spoke first:

"We are here to discuss this emerging threat... Black Neon and its leader, The Predator."

"Dude... What is this meeting of clowns again?"

Frederick Draken, puffing on his cigar:

"He helps the commoners, that’s true. But he also executes certain nobles without warning. Why not just send the Imperial guards?"

Helia intervened calmly:

"He is effective and his reach influences the masses. If this influence becomes political, his actions will have repercussions on the throne. And therefore it would not be wise to act impulsively."

Isis frowned, her voice sharp:

"He does not deserve our respect. He knows neither order nor hierarchy. This Predator acts like a vigilante, but his decisions are unpredictable. This kind of problem should not even arise... But since the Emperor is weak, this kind of anarchy will continue!"

Leonard glanced at her from the corner of his eye before ignoring her... Honestly, after all these years confronting this energetic woman... he was fed up.

Mirabel crossed her hands on the table, her hard gaze scrutinizing every reaction:

"We can debate for a long time, but it is not our role to judge. It is the Holy Cathedral that must investigate and decide on the measures to take."

"Ah, really? Do you despise the Emperor?" Frederick asked.

A silence fell, until Mirabel pulled out a copy of the Prophecies of Nostradamus. She placed it on the table with a firm gesture:

"Honestly, you should read this. You greatly underestimate them."

Aiden barely lifted his eyes, detached, arms crossed:

"Pff... What’s the importance?"

Helia took the grimoire.