SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 483: Sanguine Kin-Binding

Seeing Mika get up from his seat, the officials who were watching couldn’t help but stumble back in fear and look at him with a certain wariness.

The boy himself felt as if he was in the presence of some sort of predator right now and felt shivers all throughout his body.

For a couple of seconds the air grew thick and oppressive, as though an invisible pressure had settled over the hall.

But that feeling only lasted a moment.

The officials quickly remembered that Mika was still just a boy at the end of the day—Nadia’s helper, probably chosen for his diplomatic skills.

What could he possibly do against an actual threat like this?

The bomber himself seemed to reach the same conclusion. He let out a manic laugh, head thrown back, voice dripping with mockery.

"Are you crazy, boy? Have you become completely delusional after playing around with these officials?"

He sneered, shaking his head like he was looking at a fool.

"Honestly, with your ways of dealing with them, even I’m tempted to just recruit you into our group. But to think that you actually can do something against me..."

He laughed harder. "That’s just utterly ridiculous to even think about."

That was exactly what all the other officials thought as well. They didn’t want Mika to screw everything up.

Several of them shouted at once, voices overlapping in panic.

"Get lost, boy! Don’t come here right now!"

"Don’t screw us all over! We don’t need you here!"

"Move away! This is not a battlefield you can play around with!"

But there was one person who had completely different thoughts—and that was Nadia herself.

She was panicking right now. Even before, she had not looked fazed at what was happening.

After all, the things she had gone through in the war, threats like this only made her much calmer than ever. But with Mika getting up, that was what truly made her flustered.

She immediately grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands, and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, Mika, sit down! Let me handle this! You don’t need to do anything else. Your mother is right here by your side, and this is my job."

"So please, let me handle this. I can do this."

But Mika did not seem to listen at all. He just continued to stare at that man with that dark, gloomy look in his eyes.

Seeing this made Nadia even more terrified.

"Mika, I beg you, you don’t need to do anything! You don’t even need to lift a finger! You can just go ahead and start eating your food once again!"

She said in a appeasing manner. "I’ll even tell the chef to bring you more dishes. So please, sit."

She said this while using her strength to try and force him back down into his chair.

But unfortunately, Mika did not budge. Instead, he started walking around the desk and heading straight toward the man.

Seeing this, Nadia felt her heart drop. Unlike anyone else here, she had seen Mika like this a couple of times before.

Not often. Only a handful of times. The first had been during the aftermath of Astrid’s rescue.

She hadn’t been there to witness it personally, but she had seen the footage—the body cameras recovered from the rebels, the recordings that showed her baby boy slaughtering through enemies like they were made of paper.

Brutalizing them. Dismembering them. Tearing their heads from their shoulders and throwing them aside like refuse.

All with that same dark, hollow look in his eyes.

The look that said life was not precious. Not sacred. Not something to be preserved.

She had been horrified. Petrified. Her innocent little boy, turned into something she didn’t recognize.

There had been other instances since then. Other moments when that gaze had surfaced.

And every single time, it had led to horrible consequences—not for Mika, but for whoever had been unlucky enough to be on the receiving end.

She didn’t want that. She had spent her entire life fighting for peace for her family, for her children, for a world where they wouldn’t have to become weapons.

Her sisters had fought the same war, bled the same blood, sacrificed the same pieces of themselves so that the next generation could live without violence.

And now Mika was walking toward that same darkness, and she couldn’t stop him.

Out of desperation, she suddenly flew over her desk.

But the moment she did, she felt weak all over and a slight blush crept up her cheeks as she could still feel that lingering, sensitive sensation down below.

If she hadn’t been able to fly, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to walk. But she grit her teeth and quickly went over to the man.

The bomber thought that Nadia was so angry she was going to kill him on the spot. In his own twisted way, he saw that as an achievement, so he was ready for death.

But to his surprise, that did not happen.

Instead, Nadia looked at him with something he had never expected to see on a Battle Angel’s face.

Pleading.

"Please." She said, her voice tight, controlled—but underneath it, something raw. "For your own sake, call this off. Tell your people to stand down."

"If you go through with this, if you make him do what he’s about to do—unimaginable consequences will follow. Not just for you. For everyone involved."

She bit her lip, her eyes trembling.

"So, please. Just call it off."

The room went silent.

This was not the Nadia they knew. The Nadia they knew faced down the Eternal Queen without flinching. She did not plead. She did not beg. She commanded, and the world obeyed.

And now she was pleading with a terrorist.

The man felt his vanity swell. He had done what no one else had ever managed. He had made a Battle Angel beg.

He laughed.

"There’s no need for this act, Lady Nadia. No matter how much you beg, I won’t change my mind. Just agree to my demands. It’s that simple."

He looked at her face and despite himself, he felt a flicker of admiration for her beauty. Even as his enemy, he could see why people followed her. Why they believed in her.

But Nadia wasn’t finished.

"You don’t understand." Her voice was urgent now. "I’m not doing this to save myself. Or anyone here. I’m doing this for you."

He blinked.

"If you go through with this—if you make him do what he’s about to do—you will die a brutal, horrible death."

She shook her head. "No. Worse than death. You will experience something far worse than anything you can imagine."

She glanced back at Mika. Her whole body shivered.

"So please. Stop this. Let’s resolve this peacefully. There’s no need for unnecessary suffering."

The man’s amusement curdled into anger.

"Shut up!" His voice was low, dangerous. "Shut your mouth! If you say one more word, I’ll tear up the list. I’ll detonate a bomb early, just to prove I’m serious. Don’t test me!"

The officials erupted.

"Lady Nadia, please!"

"Stop provoking him!"

"Don’t beg him—just leave him alone!"

But Nadia, who had been hearing that, instead looked at the man like he was already a corpse that was rotting.

She could already imagine the future. Instead, she quickly went back to Mika, who had already arrived very close.

She stood in front of him and looked at him with a soft, loving expression while cupping his cheeks together.

"Look at me, look at me, Mika. Your mother is right here. I can handle this."

She said with a solemn look on her face.

"There’s absolutely no need for you to step in. And I get it, you’re angry. You’re furious that he threatened our family and I’m angry as well."

She spoke with sincerity, but her voice trembled.

"But I’m hoping that you would understand. There’s no need for you to make a move."

"My whole life I’ve worked hard and survived through the worst of situations to make sure that in the future my family does not have to suffer and they don’t have to go through anything like that again."

"And even right now, even right now I’m willing to uphold that very same responsibility. So please, Mika..."

"...there’s no need for you to do anything. Let your mother protect you, for once."

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Please."

For a moment, something flickered in Mika’s gaze. Softness. Understanding.

Then he smiled.

"Sorry, Nadia."

Her heart shattered.

"I understand your intentions. I do. But after hearing that, after hearing him threaten our family..."

He chuckled, as if the thought of holding back was simply absurd.

"I can’t stop myself."

He stepped past her.

She felt defeated. Weak. All her power, all her influence, all her years of fighting and she couldn’t stop her son from walking into darkness.

She could only pray that the bodies wouldn’t pile too high.

The man watched Mika approach, still confused.

"What?" He sneered, trying to regain his bravado. "What are you going to do? Negotiate with me? Use your diplomatic skills to strike some kind of deal?"

He laughed.

"It won’t work. Nothing you say will change our demands. If anything, the more you talk, the higher the price goes. Maybe I’ll detonate a bomb early, just to speed things along."

The officials lost their minds.

"Don’t! Don’t do anything rash!"

"Boy, get back! This isn’t a game!"

"You’re going to get us all killed!"

Mika ignored them. He walked until he was standing directly in front of the man. Close enough to touch.

The man felt his throat tighten. Something about the boy’s presence, the weight of his gaze made it hard to breathe.

He forced himself to sneer. "W-What? What do you want?"

Mika looked into his eyes. Not at his face. Into his eyes. Deep, deep into them, like he was searching for something hidden in the depths of the man’s soul.

"I’ll ask you one more time."

Mika said, his voice calm. Almost gentle.

"Tell me where the bombs are. Tell me how to stop them. If you do, your life will be much easier. You won’t lose the things you cherish. You won’t watch everything you love turn to ash."

The man stared at him.

Then he burst out laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you, kid!?" He shook his head, still chuckling. "You think that just because you say some spooky words, I’m going to give you everything? Piss off, you little bastard!"

He spat at Mika’s feet.

"Go back to your mother and suck on her tits. Leave adult business to the adults."

Around the room, the officials nodded. Some even shouted their agreement.

"Get lost, boy!"

"Don’t ruin this for us!"

"We don’t need you here!"

Mika sighed. He looked genuinely disappointed.

"I didn’t want to go through this route. Not that I particularly care about any of you. Rather..." He glanced back at Nadia. "...someone important to me really doesn’t want me to do anything."

He turned back to the man.

"But it seems I’ll have to do things the hard way after all."

Before the man could respond, Mika grabbed his wrist.

A blade appeared in his other hand, seemingly from nowhere and he sliced across the man’s palm.

The man didn’t flinch. He had endured worse. Pain was an old friend.

Blood welled from the wound. Mika caught it in his palm, letting it pool in his cupped hand until a small puddle of crimson rested there. Then he released the man’s wrist and stepped back.

The man looked at his bleeding hand, then at Mika.

"What the hell was that?"

He sneered.

"Is that your idea of torture? A paper cut?" He laughed. "That’s the most amateurish thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve had worse injuries from shaving."

Around the room, the officials shifted uncomfortably. Even they could see how pathetic it looked.

The man puffed out his chest.

"You can bring the world’s best torture experts. You can try to break me. But I won’t talk. The people who sent me knew what they were doing. I’ve been conditioned. Augmented. No matter what you do, I will remain silent."

He looked proud. And he had every right to be—he was a hardened soldier, and he knew it.

To everyone’s surprise, Mika nodded.

"I know." He looked down at the blood in his palm. "I know that no matter how much I torture you, you won’t talk. Even if I pulled out your fingernails, peeled off your skin, broke your bones one by one—you’d stay silent."

"You’re a hardened soldier. I respect that."

The man blinked. Was the boy complimenting him?

Mika continued. "I also know that even if we brought someone with a memory-reading blessing, they wouldn’t be able to extract anything."

"There’s a barrier around your mind—a failsafe. The moment someone tries to force their way in, your brain will implode. You’d die instantly."

The man’s confident expression faltered.

How did the boy know that? The spell had been woven by an S-Class Blessed—subtle, undetectable. No one should have been able to perceive it.

He pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter.

"Then what are you going to do?" He smiled again, trying to regain control. "You took some of my blood. What are you going to do with it? Lick it? Suck it? Spread it all over your body?"

He laughed. "Maybe you’ll gain my memories through osmosis? Is that your grand plan, boy?"

The other officials exchanged confused glances. What was Mika doing? What could he possibly accomplish with a few drops of blood?

Mika did not care about anyone else’s reaction. He simply stared at the small puddle of blood resting in his palm, his dark eyes reflecting the crimson liquid with cold detachment.

Under his breath, he whispered.

[Sanguine Kin-Binding]