Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 117: Tyrants, Tears, and Tactical Discussions

I nodded slowly, throat tightening sharply, tears slipping silently down my cheeks once more. Guilt, relief, gratitude all surged fiercely within my chest, mingling together until I felt overwhelmed, utterly vulnerable.

For once, I let myself crumble. I leaned carefully against Mara's bed, exhaustion finally taking control, my eyelids heavy, breathing ragged. My grip tightened slightly on Mara's hand, needing the reassurance of her touch.

Slowly, gently, sleep reached out, wrapping me in its soft embrace. My breathing gradually steadied, tears drying quietly on my face, leaving salty tracks down my cheeks. My consciousness drifted, leaving behind the cold memories of chains, torture, and fear, replaced instead by the soothing presence of family, comfort, and safety.

As Elyzara's breathing settled into deep, peaceful rhythms, Verania stepped carefully forward, gathering her daughter's small, exhausted form gently into her arms. Elyzara didn't stir, merely shifting slightly, curling instinctively closer to her mother's warmth.

"Poor child," Sylvithra murmured softly, silver eyes gentle yet deeply troubled. "She's been through too much."

"She held strong," Mara whispered faintly from her bed, voice still weak yet filled with pride. "Even in captivity, Elyzara never broke."

Elira nodded slightly, struggling to sit up, copper curls falling softly around her pale face. "She has the stubbornness of a dragon."

Grand Empress Saelira chuckled quietly, a faint smile briefly lighting her sharp features. "That's certainly true. Elyzara could stare down an apocalypse and scold it for interrupting her plans."

Verania smiled faintly despite herself, gently brushing Elyzara's silver hair away from her peacefully sleeping face. "We can't risk this again. Whoever is behind this attack was far more dangerous than expected."

The warmth faded swiftly, replaced by cold seriousness. Sylvithra's gaze sharpened, silver eyes glinting fiercely. "Indeed. This enemy is different dangerously well-prepared and resourceful. Kidnapping Elyzara required extensive knowledge and powerful allies."

Grand Warlord Eryndor folded his powerful arms thoughtfully, expression grim. "And they nearly succeeded. Whoever they are, they planned meticulously blocking Elyzara's magical signature completely."

Grand Consort Ilythia stepped gracefully forward, lavender gown shifting gently around her, expression calm yet darkly contemplative. "We need to find out who they are swiftly. Until then, Elyzara remains at risk."

Grand Strategist Veylen inclined his head slightly, expression grave yet calculating. "Elyzara returns to school in mere days. Sending her back under current circumstances is reckless."

Verania nodded sharply, golden eyes fierce and protective. "Agreed. We need a new solution."

Mara's eyes widened slightly in alarm, struggling to rise further, wincing as pain flared sharply through her wounds. "You can't send her back not yet. It's too dangerous."

Elira's voice shook slightly, fiercely protective. "They'll strike again, and next time, they'll be prepared."

Sylvithra raised one hand gently, calming their immediate fears. "Rest, Mara, Elira. We won't send Elyzara back unprotected."

"Nor will we underestimate this enemy again," Verania murmured coldly, eyes hardening dangerously. "They've declared war upon our family. We will respond accordingly."

Grand Empress Saelira smiled faintly, eyes glittering sharply. "Precisely. If it's war they want, we shall oblige. But first, we must know our enemy."

Silence lingered briefly, heavy and contemplative, broken finally by Mara's soft, hesitant voice. "That man the one who attacked us he wasn't ordinary. "

Verania's expression darkened briefly, eyes flashing coldly at the memory. "Indeed, he was extraordinarily powerful. His magic was refined, controlled dangerously unpredictable."

Sylvithra sighed softly, silver eyes shadowed with worry. "And we still don't know his identity. That makes him even more dangerous."

Grand Warlord Eryndor nodded solemnly, expression fierce. "We'll find him. We'll uncover those behind him. No enemy remains hidden forever."

Elira's eyes darkened slightly, voice tight with lingering fear. "He wasn't alone. There was a woman, too cold, precise, ruthless. They knew exactly how to hurt Elyzara."

Grand Consort Ilythia's gentle face hardened dangerously, lilac eyes glittering sharply. "They'll regret targeting our granddaughter."

Grand Strategist Veylen spoke quietly, voice barely audible yet commanding instant attention. "This conspiracy runs deep. They openly challenge our family's authority, claiming we're tyrants who abuse our power. To them, Elyzara represents the future they fear. Eliminating her weakens us significantly."

Verania exhaled sharply, golden eyes fiercely determined. "Then we must strengthen our defenses immediately. Elyzara will require constant protection until we eliminate this threat entirely."

Sylvithra glanced toward the peacefully sleeping Elyzara, expression briefly softening. "She won't like it."

Verania chuckled softly, fondly resigned. "No, she certainly won't. Elyzara despises restrictions."

Grand Empress Saelira smiled faintly, violet eyes sparkling faintly with amusement. "Tyrants rarely appreciate being caged even for their own safety."

Mara managed a faint, tired laugh. "She'll argue endlessly. But she'll understand eventually."

Elira nodded weakly, smiling faintly. "Eventually."

Verania's expression softened slightly, golden eyes gentle yet fiercely protective as she brushed softly at Elyzara's silver hair. "She has no choice. We won't risk losing her again."

Sylvithra stepped closer gently, placing a comforting hand on Verania's shoulder. "We'll protect her—no matter how loudly she complains."

Grand Warlord Eryndor chuckled deeply, eyes glittering faintly. "Her protests will shake the castle walls."

Grand Consort Ilythia smiled gently, expression fondly resigned. "Yet the walls shall remain standing. Elyzara's stubbornness won't outlast our determination."

Grand Strategist Veylen inclined his head slightly, expression calm yet faintly amused. "Eventually, even tyrants accept the need for compromise."

Mara sighed softly, exhaustion creeping swiftly into her voice. "Whatever you decide, please be careful. Elyzara may never forgive herself if someone else gets hurt protecting her again."

Verania nodded gently, eyes filled with quiet understanding. "We'll protect her carefully, Mara. I promise."

Mara relaxed slightly, dark eyes softening trustingly. "Thank you."

Sylvithra stepped forward carefully, gently lifting Elyzara from Verania's arms, cradling her daughter's sleeping form protectively against her chest. "I'll take her to her chambers. She needs rest."

Verania nodded quietly, golden eyes lingering briefly on Elyzara's peaceful expression. "Stay with her tonight. She'll need reassurance."

Sylvithra inclined her head gently, turning gracefully toward the door, footsteps soft and careful, carrying Elyzara safely toward rest.

The grandparents watched silently, expressions gentle yet fiercely protective, each silently promising themselves and each other to keep their beloved granddaughter safe at any cost.

As Sylvithra disappeared quietly down the corridor, Verania turned thoughtfully toward Mara and Elira, expression serious yet reassuringly confident. "Rest now. You both need to recover."

Mara nodded weakly, eyes already drifting closed, exhaustion pulling gently at her consciousness. "Thank you for everything."

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Elira murmured faintly, already slipping back toward sleep. "We're glad Elyzara is safe."

Verania smiled softly, stepping back gently. "She is, thanks to you."

As Verania and the grandparents quietly left the infirmary, silence settled once more over the peaceful chamber.