Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 269: Alicia Draken

Count Addams coughed, a thin red thread running from the corner of his lips before dripping down his already blood-stained chin.

"They... allied themselves with the Spectrum... to kill us..."

Kaiser jerked his head up, his eyes widening in shock at this information. He had thought it was The Spectrum that had attacked him.

"Who, Father? Who allied themselves with those demon dogs??" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Addams’s eyes were becoming glassier and glassier, their light fading as life left him. His gaze struggled to focus, wandering between his son’s face and the dancing flames around them.

"I thought... that if you didn’t know... I could protect you..." His voice broke on the last words, carried away by a painful spasm. "But... I was wrong..."

"Father, I’m going to help you up, I know someone who can help us."

’ ELEANOR!! ’

Eleanor’s voice immediately rang in his mind, clear despite the distance.

[ I know what you’re thinking, you want me to bring The Saintess Scarlet here? ]

’ Yes, and have Ragnar teleport her, quickly! ’

A short silence settled in their mental connection.

[ She will then learn your true identity ]

’ I don’t care! ’

Eleanor sighed mentally. Scarlet was currently on a pilgrimage toward the elven kingdom, crossing remote territories. The distance was considerable, several thousand kilometers separated the two points. Ragnar would not be able to teleport her instantly as he usually did.

But faced with Kaiser’s urgency, she could only accept.

The connection broke off, leaving Kaiser alone with his dying father.

Kaiser leaned toward his father, bringing his face close so he could hear him despite the noise of the flames.

"Father, hold on, you’re going to recover."

He tried to lift him gently, slipping an arm under his shoulders to prop him up, but Addams placed a trembling hand on his forearm to stop him.

"No... just..."

With difficulty, each movement seeming to cost him his last strength, he slipped his bloodied hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, the one he always kept close to his heart. He pulled out an antique pocket watch.

He held it out to Kaiser with a hand shaking from weakness.

Kaiser opened it with a press of his thumb, the mechanism giving a faint click.

Inside, a small photograph, also stained with blood that smeared the face of the woman depicted.

He froze, his entire body paralyzed by what he saw.

The woman in the picture had hair black as ebony, deep blue eyes like the ocean, a soft but determined face.

"What does this mean???"

’ Who is this woman? She looks exactly like my mother... my mother from my previous life on Earth. ’

"What the hell is this!? How is this even possible?"

His mind reeled, thoughts crashing into each other in complete disorder.

He looked at the photo again, staring at every detail, as if hoping the image would change or that his eyes were deceiving him.

But no, it was definitely her.

Or at least... her perfect reflection, slightly younger than in his memories.

His origin, everything he thought he knew about his arrival in this world, had just gained an enormous question mark.

He felt his heart beat harder, pounding against his ribs as if it wanted to escape.

’Is this a coincidence? No... in this world coincidence does not exist.’

He raised his eyes to his father, searching for answers in his fading gaze.

"Father... Is this my mother? How... What was her name?"

Addams drew a difficult breath.

"Her name was Alicia... Alicia Draken..."

Kaiser frowned violently, his features hardening in incomprehension.

"Then why... did they attack me? If I’m a Draken. He just attacked me in Tenebris, I would be dead if Kethra hadn’t come."

Addams sketched a weak smile, a mixture of sadness and resignation. His bloodied teeth confirmed that his time was nearly over.

"Because Frederick Draken himself... killed your mother."

Kaiser fell silent.

And as Kaiser received revelation after revelation, Addams decided to tell him what happened with his mother Alicia...

*****

*18 years earlier*

*Paragon Manor*

The morning light gently passed through the white curtains of the main bedroom. The Paragon manor was calm, far from the political intrigues that agitated the legendary families. Only the birds sang in the gardens, slightly interrupting the silence.

Alicia stood near the cradle, her fingers brushing the edge with infinite tenderness.

She possessed a natural beauty, without excessive makeup. Long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with delicate features. Her deep blue eyes carried the softness typical of women who had already given birth. Despite her status as a former Draken heiress, she wore a simple, elegant but unostentatious dress, the attire of a mother more than of a noble.

In her arms, a newborn barely a week old wrapped in white linens. She rocked him gently, swaying her body back and forth in a soothing motion.

A few steps away, on a rug, another little boy, one or two years old, played on the floor with wooden figurines representing knights and monsters. He clashed two small knights together, laughing heartily, imitating the sound of swords with his mouth.

Alicia delicately placed her fingers on the fine hair of her newborn son, stroking his skull with infinite gentleness.

"You’re finally sleeping... little Kaiser..."

Then someone knocked at the door.

She raised her head slightly without stopping the rocking motion.

"Come in."

A half-human maid entered, her ears slightly lowered out of respect and natural shyness. Her gaze was humble but sincere, filled with deep loyalty. She wore a simple work dress.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Lady Alicia... Lady Silvernight has come to visit you. She’s waiting in the parlor."

Alicia gave a small smile, her eyes lighting up at the news.

"Good, thank you. Tell her I’ll be there in a few moments."

She rose carefully so as not to wake the baby and placed him in the maid’s arms, checking that he was properly settled.

Then she knelt beside the little boy who was playing.

She kissed him on the forehead, closing her eyes for a moment to hold onto the moment.

"Mama will be back soon... Be good while you wait."

She whispered this with a reassuring smile, stroking his cheek with her fingertips.

As she stood up, she passed near the maid holding the newborn.

Her voice became lower, so only she could hear.

"This is not an order but a personal request... Ruby... Please, keep an eye on Kaiser... I don’t know if... Anyway... Please. Promise me you’ll watch over him."

Ruby raised her head slightly, her ears lifting as well, and locked eyes with Alicia with absolute determination.

"Don’t worry, Lady Alicia, you helped me so much when I was in need. I was able to leave slavery thanks to you and your generosity. I will raise him as my own son if necessary, I swear it."

Alicia nodded, visibly relieved by this sincere promise.

"Good, good, I’m counting on you. When Addams returns from his duties, tell him that my brother summoned me..."

She swallowed slightly, nervous, her throat tightening at the mention of this news. Then she displayed her usual smile, the one she showed everyone to hide her worries.

Ruby, who years later would become Kaiser’s true nursemaid and adoptive mother, nodded with determination without adding another word.

Alicia left the bedroom and went down the stairs toward the ground-floor parlor.

There, seated on the padded sofa, was a woman with short white hair, cut practically for combat. Her body was athletic, muscular without excess, broad shoulders, firm arms shaped by years of intense training. Her golden eyes shone with intensity.

Alicia approached, her steps echoing on the parquet.

"Keth, I’m glad you could come all the way here."

The woman turned fully, revealing her tomboyish features: Makira Keth Silvernight.

"What are you talking about Alicia, of course I would come the moment you called. You know that very well."

They exchanged a knowing look, filled with memories and mutual affection.

Their friendship dated back to adolescence, to a time when Makira was just a lost young girl. Alicia was seven years older than her, a difference that had allowed the elder to guide the younger. At fifteen, Makira had discovered she was cursed, struck by a rare anomaly: she was completely unable to use mana, unable to sense or channel it.

For an heiress of a legendary family like the Silvernight, renowned for its Arcane light magic... it was worse than death.

She had been publicly humiliated. Despised by her peers. Especially by her cousin Aidan, who never missed an opportunity to belittle her.

It was Alicia who had taken her under her wing, refusing to let her sink.

She had trained her physically for years, teaching her to compensate for the absence of mana with brute strength, daily discipline, and extreme endurance.

At nineteen, Makira had become a monster of physical power. Without mana, but capable of crushing most knights or mages who relied on their mana to fight.

Alicia sat facing her in an armchair, her hands joining on her knees.

Her expression changed, becoming more serious.

"I’m going back to the Draken family."