Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 135: Don’t tell me Duke Randal is going to pop up too?
After nearly two hours, the class given by Altahir finally came to an end. The professor’s voice faded gently as the students began to pack up their things amid the disordered noise of the surrounding chaos. Kaiser, for his part, had only followed a very vague part of the content. Anyway, everything concerning the history of this world, he already had a general idea of it thanks to the novel. The exact details mattered little for now.
He remained seated for a few more seconds, feeling his legs slightly numb. He stretched slowly, arms above his head, before standing up.
’What if I took a break?’
He had about an hour and a half before the next class. Rather than lingering in the crowded hallways, he decided to return to his quarters to rest a bit.
He headed toward the exit, following the flow of students.
He had barely set one foot in the corridor when a hurried silhouette crashed violently into him. The impact wasn’t enough to knock him down, but it was sufficient to force him to take a step back.
"Who is it?" he growled, annoyed.
Kaiser looked up.
Kris.
Clearly in a hurry, the young man seemed to want to reach his class without losing a single second. When he recognized Kaiser, his expression immediately hardened.
"You could watch where you’re going," Kris snapped, irritated.
Kaiser calmly adjusted his posture, a slight smile on his lips.
"That’s pretty ironic coming from someone who charges like an animal," he replied calmly. "Though... maybe it’s because of that savagery that you started buying a slave. After all, no sane girl would want to stay with you."
Silence fell around them.
Several students slowed their pace, drawn by the sudden tension. Kris’s face immediately turned red.
"Shut up," he growled, clenching his fists. "Don’t you have even an ounce of dignity? All you know how to do is manipulate others by lying."
Kaiser did not raise his voice. He simply looked at him, straight in the eyes, with a calm expression, almost compassionate.
"On the contrary," he replied. "I see someone who confuses authority with brutality. Someone who thinks imposing his will is enough to fill the void."
Each word was delivered with nobility; he lowered his tone and murmured.
"Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you’re Isaak’s murderer."
Kris took a step forward, clearly ready to fight. But Kaiser did not back down. He remained still, hands relaxed, as if the threat did not concern him.
"You know," Kaiser added, "getting so angry in front of everyone only confirms what I’m saying."
The murmurs intensified. Kris glanced around, suddenly realizing the situation. Continuing would only make things worse. Especially since he could not afford to start a fight with him in the academy corridors at the risk of being severely punished.
After a few seconds of tension, he let out a low curse. With each passing day, his hatred toward Kaiser grew. Not only had he been unable to crush him when he and his brother had been caught by him at Black Neon, but somehow Kaiser had managed to make him look guilty in the eyes of that girl he had been trying to save from his clutches that day.
’If I keep going, he’ll just use it to tarnish my reputation.’
Kris had the impression of being nothing more than a vulgar monkey dancing in the palm of Kaiser’s hand. And that! That did not please him at all. One day he had promised himself he would get revenge. Give that bastard such a beating that he would beg to crawl back into his mother’s womb.
"Tss."
Without adding another word, he turned on his heels and strode away.
Kaiser watched his back recede, then sketched a discreet smile before resuming his own path.
’I’m going to end up driving that one mad,’ he thought, hands in his pockets, strolling down the long corridor.
A few steps farther, a familiar voice called out to him.
"Kaiser?"
He turned and saw Isabella. She stood near a column, a book pressed against her chest, displaying a warm smile. Her expression was as relaxed and natural as ever.
"Isabella," he replied. "You look in pretty good shape... in both senses~."
"Pretty much yes," she said, approaching. "The class was endless."
"I suppose you had something to do with that," Kaiser joked, a half-smile on his lips. "Your beauty must have prevented that poor professor from keeping a clear mind."
Isabella smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A few students turned their heads, intrigued. Kaiser, for his part, couldn’t care less.
"And you?" she asked. "You seem elsewhere today."
"I overthink too much," he replied. "It’s a bad habit."
"In that case, you should stop," she said with a mischievous smile. "It ages you."
"That’s cruel," Kaiser retorted. "Especially coming from someone so kind."
They exchanged a few more pleasantries. Isabella laughed often, visibly at ease in his presence. The contrast between their light conversation and the surprised looks around them was obvious.
Kaiser knew perfectly well that she was the prince’s fiancée.
And he couldn’t care less; if the prince truly loved her, he just had to fight to keep her by his side.
A little farther down the corridor, Dyana advanced with measured steps when she caught sight of the scene. Kaiser talking with Isabella. Isabella laughing heartily. An unpleasant sensation crossed her chest.
Unease.
After Kaiser had defeated her son, he had nevertheless claimed he had no improper interest. Dyana had wanted to believe him. But what she was seeing now sowed doubt. Was this a provocation? Revenge? Or something more calculated?
She pressed her lips together slightly.
No. She could not let that settle in.
Adopting a perfectly controlled smile, Dyana approached the pair. She entered their field of vision naturally, as if her presence was perfectly normal.
"Isabella," she said in a gentle voice. "I was looking for you."
Isabella turned her head, surprised, then bowed slightly.
"Mom... I mean Professor."
"May I borrow Kaiser for a moment?" Dyana asked with the same smile. "I’d like to speak with him."
Isabella raised an eyebrow, cast a quick glance at Kaiser, but asked no questions. From her point of view, it wasn’t suspicious; normally they had known each other long before the academy, and even here Dyana was a professor... unless one had a twisted mind that could insinuate some strange relationship between the two?
"Of course," she simply replied. "We’ll talk later."
She walked away without insisting.
’Don’t tell me Duke Randal is going to pop up too? I’ve met the whole family in less than twenty minutes. This academy is really too small.’
Kaiser followed Dyana through a less crowded corridor until they reached a quieter space. Once they were alone, Dyana turned to him, dropping her facade smile.
"I understand very well what you’re trying to do," she began, "that my past reaction may have hurt you. But I could not accept that kind of relationship. It’s nothing personal. And even less need to involve my children in it."
Kaiser raised a hand, calmly interrupting her.
"Let’s stop there," he said. "I will never stoop to such a level."
Dyana blinked, surprised.
"I’m not talking to Isabella out of revenge," he continued. "Nor out of spite. And certainly not to provoke you."
He looked her straight in the eyes, without aggression, but without evasion.
"As far as you’re concerned, I’ve already turned the page. It was a mistake, nothing more."
Silence settled in; those words should have brought some appeasement to the woman’s heart, yet at that moment she felt her chest tighten slightly.
"I advise you to do the same," he added. "It’s healthier."
Dyana remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.
"I understand."
Kaiser inclined his head slightly.
"It’s time for me to go, Professor Donoghan."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heels and resumed his path, leaving Dyana alone in the corridor, forced to accept a reality she had not anticipated. Was he sincere?
Several questions swirled in her head. But this was the second time he had answered her so coldly...
’It seems I’m just imagining things...’
