Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 109: Blocking Elyzara’s magical signature

The castle had never felt colder, emptier, or more suffocating than it did now.

Sylvithra paced restlessly across the polished marble floor of the grand throne room, each step echoing sharply through the oppressive silence. She moved like a caged predator, powerful muscles tense beneath her robes, silver eyes glittering dangerously as they flicked repeatedly toward the wide windows that offered a panoramic view of Velmoria. Moonlight poured through the glass, bathing the towering marble columns and intricate tapestries in cold silver hues, illuminating the fine threads embroidered with scenes of past triumphs, ancient battles, and the glorious legacy of their bloodline.

Yet tonight, none of it mattered. The grandeur, the power, the carefully constructed elegance it felt hollow, meaningless.

Because Elyzara was gone.

Sylvithra paused briefly, drawing a ragged breath, trying to force away the clawing panic that tightened mercilessly around her heart. She glanced sharply toward Verania, who stood beside the throne, unmoving, her expression carved from stone, golden eyes blazing coldly. Her rigid posture barely concealed the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. They both shared the same unbearable fear, the gnawing dread that their daughter might truly be beyond their reach.

Soft footsteps interrupted Sylvithra's restless pacing. Turning swiftly, she watched her own parents, Grand Empress Saelira and Grand Warlord Eryndor, sweep into the throne room with quiet intensity. Behind them, Verania's parents, Grand Consort Ilythia and Grand Strategist Veylen, entered with their characteristic silent grace, regal figures radiating power and authority. Their sharp gazes met Sylvithra's, unspoken questions and barely restrained fury clearly evident.

"We came as soon as we heard," Saelira murmured softly, her voice deceptively calm yet edged with steel. She moved forward gracefully, silver hair cascading over her shoulder in a gleaming braid, violet eyes piercing deeply into Sylvithra's. "Any word?"

Sylvithra shook her head stiffly, anger and frustration mingling bitterly within her chest. "Nothing. Her magic has completely vanished no trace, no hint. It's as though Elyzara simply ceased to exist."

The words tasted foul, poisonous, almost blasphemous. Even now, saying it aloud felt like a betrayal of her daughter. Beside her, Verania tensed visibly, fists clenched tightly at her sides, knuckles white with restrained fury.

Eryndor stepped forward quietly, eyes calm yet sharp, assessing every detail. "And Mara and Elira?"

"Resting," Sylvithra replied shortly, voice clipped with lingering frustration. "Their injuries were severe. They'll live, but they need time."

"Time we don't have," Verania growled abruptly, her voice a low, dangerous rumble that echoed harshly through the vast chamber. "We must find Elyzara quickly. Whoever took her planned carefully, meticulously, ensuring we wouldn't sense her."

Ilythia's elegant features darkened ominously, delicate fingers briefly touching the intricate silver necklace resting against her pale throat. "Whoever dared take her is well aware of our capabilities," she said softly, thoughtfully. "Blocking Elyzara's magical signature so thoroughly requires knowledge deep knowledge of our family's abilities."

"Or powerful allies," Veylen interjected quietly, voice barely audible yet commanding instant attention. His presence was quiet, shadowed, yet undeniably authoritative. "We have enemies in many places—disloyal nobles, rebel factions, even rivals beyond our borders. Any could have played a role."

A tense silence settled heavily upon them all, broken suddenly by the innocent laughter of small children echoing brightly from the corridor beyond the throne room doors. Sylvithra's heart twisted painfully, panic briefly flickering across her usually composed features.

Moments later, Aeris and Arion burst eagerly through the grand doors, two-year-old twins tumbling into the room, their tiny footsteps pattering cheerfully across the marble floor. Aeris's silver curls bounced wildly, her golden eyes wide with playful mischief, while Arion chased closely behind, dark hair tousled, laughter bubbling joyously from his tiny chest.

"Mama! Mommy!" Aeris squealed, tiny arms reaching eagerly toward Sylvithra. Arion giggled happily, racing toward Verania's legs, small fists clutching enthusiastically at her robes.

Sylvithra knelt swiftly, scooping Aeris into her arms with practiced ease, holding her daughter close, breathing deeply to steady her racing heart. "My sweet," she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss against the child's forehead, "what are you doing awake at this hour?"

Aeris giggled, burying her face happily against her mother's shoulder. "Arion woke me. Wanted story!"

"Story!" Arion echoed cheerfully from Verania's arms, smiling brightly, utterly oblivious to the heavy tension surrounding them.

Sylvithra exchanged a swift, meaningful glance with Verania, both silently agreeing. The twins couldn't know—must never suspect—their beloved elder sister was missing. Their innocence was fragile, precious, and it must remain untouched by this dark nightmare.

"Let's find your nurse," Verania murmured gently, brushing softly at Arion's dark hair, a rare tenderness briefly softening her expression. She glanced toward Sylvithra. "They should sleep."

Sylvithra nodded firmly, heart tightening painfully as she placed a gentle kiss upon Aeris's forehead before handing her carefully to a waiting servant who had hurried into the room. "Be good," she murmured softly. "We'll come see you soon."

The twins giggled happily, oblivious as they were gently ushered from the room. As the doors closed quietly behind them, the illusion of calm shattered instantly, Sylvithra's expression darkening fiercely once more.

"They must never know," she said softly, fiercely. "We must get Elyzara back swiftly."

Grand Empress Saelira inclined her head solemnly, violet eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Without Elyzara's magical trace, teleportation is impossible. We must search manually, carefully, systematically. Every rebel hideout, every disloyal noble estate. Wherever traitors lurk."

Verania nodded sharply, golden eyes blazing with grim determination. "We'll deploy the royal guard immediately, divide into squads to maximize coverage."

"Bring in Captain Thalion," Sylvithra commanded abruptly, voice ringing sharply through the throne room, echoing against stone and marble. Moments later, heavy footsteps resounded urgently down the corridor.

Captain Thalion swept swiftly into the throne room, his presence immediately commanding attention. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, he carried himself with a disciplined grace born from decades of warfare. His dark hair was neatly pulled back from a ruggedly handsome face, gray eyes sharp and assessing, already absorbing every detail of the room's tense atmosphere.

"My ladies," he bowed sharply, voice firm yet respectful. "Your orders?"

"Elyzara has been kidnapped," Sylvithra informed him bluntly, voice carefully controlled yet vibrating with suppressed fury. "Her magical presence has vanished. We have no leads. Gather every available soldier. Deploy search teams immediately across Velmoria. Tear every rebel camp apart, interrogate every suspicious noble. I want Elyzara found alive at all costs."

Captain Thalion stiffened visibly, shock briefly flickering within his disciplined features, swiftly replaced by cold resolve. "Understood, Lady Sylvithra. It will be done."

He turned sharply, marching swiftly from the throne room without hesitation, barking orders firmly into the hallway. Moments later, the sound of armored footsteps echoed loudly, soldiers mobilizing urgently.

Sylvithra watched grimly, fists clenched tightly, silver eyes glittering fiercely with determination. "We'll find her," she murmured softly, almost desperately. "We have to."

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Grand Strategist Veylen stepped forward quietly, his expression thoughtful yet grim. "Our enemy knows exactly who they've provoked," he said softly, ominously. "Which means they'll expect swift retaliation. They'll move cautiously, carefully hiding Elyzara where magic can't detect her presence."

"Then we search without magic," Verania growled fiercely, golden eyes flashing dangerously. "Every building, every dungeon, every inch of territory. We'll leave nowhere untouched."

Grand Warlord Eryndor nodded solemnly, calm yet fierce. "They've awakened a wrath they cannot begin to comprehend."

Sylvithra exhaled sharply, gaze shifting toward the wide window again, toward the dark landscape stretching endlessly beyond Velmoria's walls. Her voice hardened, quiet yet filled with lethal promise. "Whoever took Elyzara will understand soon enough our family's vengeance is merciless."

A tense silence lingered, heavy and oppressive. Finally, Verania stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Sylvithra's shoulder.