Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 113: The Art of Overkill

The throne room was still cloaked in shadows when it happened.

Sylvithra stood stiffly near the tall, wide windows, gazing bleakly at the sprawling landscape below, the vast territories of Velmoria barely touched by the pale fingers of dawn. Her heart ached fiercely, a constant dull pain, an empty void that could only be filled by the safe return of Elyzara.

Verania paced restlessly behind her, her footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors, golden eyes glittering fiercely with barely restrained fury. The grandparents powerful, dignified figures who had conquered kingdoms and toppled empires stood solemnly nearby, expressions grimly contemplative as they discussed potential strategies.

The silence stretched, oppressive and heavy, broken only by the faint sound of Verania's agitated pacing. Then, suddenly, Sylvithra felt it a sharp, bright spark in the darkness, a familiar pulse of power bursting vividly into existence.

"Elyzara," she gasped softly, eyes widening, heart racing suddenly in fierce hope.

Verania froze instantly, head snapping up sharply, golden eyes meeting Sylvithra's in silent understanding. "You felt her magic?"

Sylvithra nodded quickly, pulse quickening painfully. "She's alive. She's using her power openly, recklessly."

Grand Empress Saelira smiled faintly, a rare flicker of amusement briefly softening her normally severe expression. "That certainly sounds like our Elyzara."

Grand Warlord Eryndor chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Subtlety was never her strength."

Grand Consort Ilythia stepped forward gracefully, her lavender gown shimmering softly in the pale dawn light, lilac eyes fierce and determined. "Then we have our path. If she's unleashing that level of magic, she must be desperate or incredibly annoyed."

"Knowing our granddaughter," Grand Strategist Veylen murmured dryly, eyes glinting faintly, "it's probably both."

Verania turned swiftly, voice ringing sharply through the throne room, echoing commandingly against stone and marble. "Captain Thalion!"

The doors burst open instantly, the captain marching briskly into the throne room, gray eyes alert and focused, armor polished meticulously, sword gleaming sharply at his hip.

"My ladies," he bowed crisply. "Your orders?"

"Gather the royal guard immediately," Verania commanded coldly, voice edged with icy resolve. "Prepare our personal squadron. Elyzara's location has finally been revealed we're going to bring her home."

Captain Thalion straightened sharply, nodding once, understanding instantly the gravity of this moment. "At once."

He turned swiftly, armor clinking faintly as he marched from the throne room, shouting orders firmly into the hallway. Moments later, footsteps echoed loudly, soldiers mobilizing urgently, armor rattling with disciplined urgency.

Sylvithra exhaled slowly, determination steeling her spine. She reached out briefly, squeezing Verania's hand tightly, sharing a brief, unspoken moment of fierce resolve.

"We bring her home," Sylvithra murmured firmly.

"No matter who stands in our way," Verania added quietly, voice dangerously calm.

Grand Empress Saelira stepped forward regally, violet eyes glittering dangerously. "If Elyzara's captors believe they've experienced wrath, they'll soon realize how tragically mistaken they are."

Grand Warlord Eryndor smiled faintly, eyes darkening ominously. "They will learn exactly why our family name inspires both fear and awe."

Grand Consort Ilythia adjusted the elegant folds of her gown, expression serene yet terrifyingly cold. "Let's remind them personally."

Grand Strategist Veylen inclined his head slightly, expression grave but approving. "Indeed."

Within moments, the royal guard assembled swiftly outside the castle gates, rows of disciplined soldiers standing rigidly at attention beneath the slowly rising sun. Armor gleamed brilliantly, weapons sharpened to deadly precision, banners fluttering proudly in the crisp dawn breeze.

Sylvithra surveyed their small army approvingly, power crackling eagerly beneath her fingertips, heart pounding fiercely within her chest. Beside her, Verania stood tall and commanding, golden eyes blazing with anticipation, magic swirling gently around her poised figure.

"This is perhaps slightly excessive," Sylvithra murmured quietly, glancing toward Verania with mild amusement.

Verania's lips curved faintly upward, eyes glinting dangerously. "Considering the circumstances, overkill seems appropriate."

Sylvithra chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "True."

Captain Thalion approached briskly, bowing crisply. "We're ready, my ladies."

Sylvithra exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing determinedly. "Then let's not waste another moment."

With disciplined precision, their army moved swiftly forward, Sylvithra and Verania at the head, grandparents flanking them regally, formidable and imposing, power humming strongly in the air around them.

The journey was swift, magic guiding their path directly toward Elyzara's pulsing, vibrant signature. Each step heightened their anticipation, anxiety mingling fiercely with a barely restrained eagerness to reclaim their daughter.

Finally, their small army reached a large, decrepit stone building half-hidden within dense forest, ivy-covered walls crumbling visibly beneath decades of neglect. Guards clearly panicked, disorganized—scattered frantically at their approach, desperately shouting incoherent orders.

Sylvithra raised an eyebrow skeptically, glancing sideways toward Verania. "This seems rather pathetic."

Verania snorted softly, shaking her head disdainfully. "Clearly, Elyzara already took care of most of the intimidation."

They stormed forward effortlessly, soldiers swiftly apprehending fleeing guards, though most surrendered without resistance, expressions pale and terrified beneath helmets. Within moments, they reached a set of large wooden doors leading into the main chamber, voices echoing faintly from within.

"Prepare yourselves," Grand Empress Saelira murmured grimly, stepping gracefully forward. "They could still resist."

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Grand Warlord Eryndor snorted dryly. "Doubtful."

The doors burst open dramatically at their approach, and Sylvithra stepped boldly into the room then stopped abruptly, jaw dropping slightly in astonishment.

The scene before them was utterly surreal.

A handful of terrified bandits crawled meekly across the stone floor, making ridiculous barking sounds, clearly attempting to imitate dogs. Nearby, several others formed a trembling human chair, upon which Elyzara reclined comfortably, smiling faintly, utterly unconcerned. Her silver hair was elegantly tousled, mismatched eyes sparkling mischievously as she opened her mouth expectantly, waiting for another servant formerly a bandit to place a plump grape delicately onto her tongue.

Elyzara glanced up casually, smiling brightly at her astonished family. "Oh, hi," she said cheerfully, waving lazily. "You're early. Care for some grapes?"

Sylvithra blinked slowly, utterly speechless. Verania simply stared, mouth twitching faintly as she clearly fought a laugh.

Grand Empress Saelira was the first to break the stunned silence, stepping elegantly forward, eyebrow raised skeptically. "Elyzara, darling. You seem…comfortable."

Elyzara shrugged lightly, accepting another grape gracefully. "Honestly, they're quite accommodating once you remind them who's in charge."

Grand Warlord Eryndor laughed aloud, eyes glinting approvingly. "Clearly. Well done, granddaughter."

Grand Consort Ilythia eyed the bandit-chair skeptically. "This can't possibly be comfortable."

Elyzara sighed dramatically. "Honestly, it's more about the principle."

Grand Strategist Veylen nodded approvingly, eyes glittering faintly. "I see your lessons on intimidation were taken to heart."

Sylvithra finally found her voice, stepping forward swiftly, relief and amusement warring fiercely within her chest. "Elyzara, are you unharmed?"

Elyzara smiled warmly, nodding reassuringly. "Perfectly fine. A little annoyed and hungry, but nothing serious."

Verania chuckled softly, golden eyes glowing fondly. "Your methods are unorthodox, child."

"But effective," Elyzara replied cheerfully, stretching luxuriously, clearly enjoying the moment. "I considered subtlety, but honestly, who has time for that?"

Sylvithra sighed softly, smiling despite herself. "Next time, perhaps consider a more discreet escape?"

Elyzara tilted her head thoughtfully, pretending to consider. "Maybe. But this was far more entertaining."

Sylvithra shook her head helplessly, laughter finally escaping her lips. "Come here, you impossible child."

Elyzara rose gracefully from her human throne, stepping swiftly into Sylvithra's embrace, warmth and relief flooding fiercely through them both. "Sorry for the trouble," Elyzara murmured quietly, tightening her arms.

Sylvithra chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss against Elyzara's forehead. "Trouble is your specialty, dear."

Verania smiled softly, joining their embrace warmly. "Indeed. Welcome back."

The grandparents stepped forward, expressions warm and relieved, family reunited beneath the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the faint sounds of trembling bandits who clearly regretted their life choices deeply.

Sylvithra finally stepped back, smiling fondly. "Shall we leave?"

Elyzara glanced thoughtfully toward the still-cowering bandits. "Perhaps one more grape for the road?"

Sylvithra laughed softly, shaking her head helplessly.

Their daughter truly was incorrigible but undeniably theirs.