In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 129: [ - - ] - Downfall of House of Dargan

Chapter 129: [Chapter - 129] - Downfall of House of Dargan

The Lord’s Treasury was a vault of steel and stone, buried deep beneath the Keep. Usually, it was a place of quiet, dusty wealth.

Today, it was a frenzy.

"Faster, you idiots! Faster!" Lord Caelum screamed, his voice echoing off the gold-stacked walls.

He was running back and forth, grabbing handfuls of jewelry and shoving them into velvet sacks. His face was slick with sweat, his fine robes stained with dust.

Around him, a dozen confused guards were struggling to load heavy wooden crates onto handcarts. Their faces were masks of disbelief.

"My Lord," a young guard ventured, struggling with a chest full of silver bars. "The city... the alarm bells... shouldn’t we be on the walls? The people need us."

Caelum spun on him, eyes bulging.

"The people are meat!" he shrieked, spittle flying. "Meat to slow down the monsters! Do you think a goblin cares about your honor? Move the gold! That is an order!"

The guard’s jaw tightened. He exchanged a dark look with his comrades, but the habit of obedience was too strong. They bent their backs, hauling the wealth of Auravale out of safety and towards the escape tunnel.

Caelum ignored their resentment. He grabbed a diamond necklace, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Malcom said to take everything," he muttered to himself, his hands shaking. "Everything. We need it for the Capital. We need it to buy a new life."

He was a rat scurrying from a sinking ship, trying to carry the cheese with him.

"Daddy?"

A voice cut through the panic.

Caelum froze. He turned slowly.

Standing in the doorway of the vault was Lady Aliana.

She was dressed for war—or her version of it. She wore a pristine white combat dress reinforced with silver thread, polished boots, and a light breastplate that gleamed under the torchlight. Her blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and her eyes were crackling with blue sparks.

She looked at the frantic guards. She looked at the open chests. She looked at her father, clutching a sack of gems like a thief.

"What are you doing?" Aliana asked, her voice dangerously calm. "The bells are ringing. There are monsters at the gate. Why are you packing?"

Caelum wiped his brow, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Aliana! My dear! Good, you’re here. Get your things. Just the essentials. We are leaving."

"Leaving?" Aliana frowned. "Where?"

"To the Barony," Caelum lied, though he intended to go much further. "To Baron Volkov. We need... reinforcements. It is too dangerous here."

Aliana scoffed. She stepped into the room, electricity dancing between her fingers.

"Reinforcements? Daddy, you don’t need Volkov. You have me."

She held up her hand. A ball of lightning coalesced in her palm, humming with lethal energy.

"I am Level 10 now," she announced, pride radiating off her. "I have mastered the Thunder. I can burn those monsters to ash. I can turn the tide. Let me go to the walls. Let me show them what a Dargan can do!"

Caelum didn’t even look at the magic. He was too busy trying to close a trunk that was overflowing with gold goblets.

"Yes, yes, very impressive, darling," he muttered, distracted. "Burn them all, wonderful. But we don’t have time for heroics. We are leaving. Now."

Aliana’s face fell. Her spark fizzled out. "But... I’m strong. I’m the Blessed one!"

Caelum snapped. He dropped the trunk lid. He marched over to her and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.

"You are a child playing with sparks!" he hissed, his fear turning into cruelty. "There are four thousand monsters out there! Do you think your little light show will stop an army? Do you think they care about your Blessing?"

He leaned in close, his breath smelling of sour wine.

"We are running because we want to live. Do you understand? Now stop arguing and make yourself useful."

Aliana stared at him. She saw the terror in his eyes. She saw the cowardice.

"Go get your mother," Caelum ordered, pushing her away.

"What?" Aliana recoiled. "Why? Leave her."

"She is my wife!" Caelum shouted. "She is the Lady of this house! If I leave her behind, the King will ask questions. It looks bad! Go get her!"

"I don’t want to," Aliana crossed her arms, the electricity flaring again, hotter this time. "I hate her. Let the goblins have her."

Caelum’s hand lashed out.

SLAP.

He struck her across the face. It wasn’t a hard blow, but the shock of it silenced the room.

"I didn’t ask what you wanted!" Caelum roared, losing all control. "This is an order! I want you and that woman at the Northern Gate secret tunnel in fifteen minutes! If you are not there, I am leaving you both to rot!"

He turned his back on her, returning to his gold.

"Fifteen minutes, Aliana! Move!"

Aliana stood there, her hand on her stinging cheek. Tears of rage welled in her eyes. Her father—her hero, the man she had idolized—was a coward. He was choosing gold over his city. He was choosing that woman over her feelings.

But then, a thought occurred to her. A dark, twisted thought that curled in her mind like a snake.

He said to get her.

He didn’t say in what condition.

A slow, cruel smile spread across Aliana’s face. The tears evaporated, replaced by a sadistic glint.

"Fifteen minutes," she whispered.

That was plenty of time. Plenty of time to pay a visit. Plenty of time to play.

"Yes, Daddy," she said sweetly.

She turned and walked out of the treasury, the blue sparks on her fingers turning into jagged arcs of lightning.

"I’ll go get Mother right now."

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The guest wing was quiet, isolated from the chaos of the main keep.

In the opulent bedroom, Lady Seraphine sat at a small round table by the window. She was dressed in a simple, elegant day gown of pale blue.

She was sipping tea.

Outside, the city was screaming. She could hear the faint roar of the monster horde battering the southern walls. She could hear the panic in the corridors.

But Seraphine was calm. Unnaturally calm.

Her two maids were huddled by the door, wringing their hands.

"My Lady, please!" one of them begged, her voice high with fear. "We must go to the shelters! The alarm... the monsters..."

"Finish your tea, girl," Seraphine said softly, taking a delicate sip from her porcelain cup. "Rushing causes wrinkles."

"But My Lady! The Lord... surely he has sent for you? We must find him!"

"My husband is busy," Seraphine said, setting the cup down on its saucer with a gentle clink. "He is likely packing his favorite cravats. He will send for me when he realizes he needs a shield for his reputation."

She looked out the window, towards the south. Towards the forest.

"Are you there, Leo?" she thought, a faint smile touching her lips. "Are you watching the fire?"

BOOM.

The heavy oak door to the bedroom didn’t just open. It exploded inward.

Splinters of wood flew across the room. The lock shattered under a blast of concussive force.

Aliana stepped through the ruin of the doorway.

She was glowing. Arcs of blue lightning danced around her body like a living cage. Her eyes were white-hot orbs of power.

The two maids screamed.

"Lady Aliana!" one cried, stepping forward. "Thank the gods! We were just—"

Aliana flicked her wrist.

CRACK-ZAP.

A bolt of lightning lashed out from her hand. It struck the maid in the chest.

There was no time to scream. The maid was thrown backward as if kicked by a horse. Her dress caught fire instantly. She hit the wall, a smoking, blackened corpse, sliding down to the floor.

The second maid shrieked and tried to run for the door.

Aliana didn’t even look at her. She snapped her fingers.

BOOM.

A thunderclap erupted inside the room. The shockwave hit the second maid, rupturing her eardrums and stopping her heart. She collapsed, blood pouring from her nose and ears.

Silence fell over the room. The smell of ozone and burnt flesh was suffocating.

Seraphine didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even stand up.

She picked up her tea cup again. She took a sip.

"You’re making a mess, Aliana," Seraphine said calmly. "It’s hard to get scorch marks out of the carpet."

Aliana stared at her. She expected terror. She expected begging. Seeing Seraphine sitting there, sipping tea while her servants lay dead, fueled her rage like oil on a fire. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"You bitch," Aliana hissed, stepping over the burning body of the first maid. "Look at you. Acting like you own the place. Acting like you’re one of us."

She raised her hand, electricity crackling between her fingers.

"Do you know what’s happening outside?" Aliana asked, her voice trembling with manic energy. "The world is ending. Daddy is leaving. And he sent me to get you."

She grinned, a terrible, distorted expression.

"But he didn’t say I had to bring you in one piece."

She lunged. She grabbed the back of Seraphine’s chair and yanked it around.

"I’m going to hurt you," Aliana whispered, leaning down until her face was inches from Seraphine’s. "I’ve wanted to do this for years. I’m going to burn that pretty face of yours. I’m going to peel your skin off with lightning until you look like the monster you are."

"I’m going to make you scream, Mother. I’m going to make you beg me to kill you."

Seraphine looked at her stepdaughter. She looked into the eyes of the girl who had murdered Finn and Elara for a speck of mud.

She felt... nothing. No fear. Only a cold, deep satisfaction.

"You talk too much," Seraphine said boredly. "Just like your father."

Aliana shrieked. "SHUT UP!"

She grabbed Seraphine’s hair, yanking her head back.

"You think you’re better than me?" Aliana spat. "I know what you are. You’re a low-born whore. You came from the dirt. You tricked my father. You wormed your way into my mother’s bed."

Aliana’s eyes narrowed.

"I know she didn’t write that letter," she hissed. "My mother couldn’t write. You forged it. You killed her, didn’t you? You poisoned her so you could steal her life."

Seraphine smiled. It was a cold, serpent’s smile. "She was weak. She died because she was useless. Just like you."

Aliana roared. She raised her hand, charging a massive bolt of lightning aimed directly at Seraphine’s face.

"I’LL KILL YOU!"

"Go ahead," Seraphine said softly, "But you might want to know... This is all Leo’s doing."

Aliana froze. The lightning ball hovered in her hand, buzzing angrily.

"What?"

"Leo," Seraphine repeated, savoring the name. "The man who saved you. The man you looked down on. The man you tried to kill."

She leaned forward, despite the hand in her hair.

"He knows what you did to the village," Seraphine whispered, "He knows about the boy you beat to death."

Aliana’s face paled slightly, but then she sneered, "So what? Who cares what a commoner knows? He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Oh, he’s very alive," Seraphine purred, "And we talk. We talk a lot. Usually after he’s done fucking me."

Aliana dropped her hand. She stepped back, revulsion warring with shock on her face.

"You..." Aliana gagged. "You slept with him? With that filth? With a peasant?"

"He’s more of a man than your father ever was," Seraphine laughed. "And let me tell you... he hates you, Aliana. He hates you almost as much as I do."

Aliana’s shock turned into a cold, murderous resolve. The lightning in her hand turned from blue to a violent purple.

"You disgusting whore," Aliana whispered. "I was going to just hurt you. But now? Now I’m going to melt you."

She raised her hand high.

"And when I’m done with you," Aliana promised, her eyes burning. "I’m going to find your little boyfriend. I’m going to burn him alive. I’m going to make you watch while I turn him into ash."

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