Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Grandparental Magic Training (and Absolute Chaos)

The next morning, I woke up to absolute silence.

Which, for a palace that housed my two tyrannical mothers, was… unusual.

I blinked, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Sunlight streamed through the crystal-edged windows, casting golden patterns across the marble floor. My brain, still groggy, took a moment to process the unfamiliar calm.

Then it hit me.

I sat up immediately.

“Where are my parents?”

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep after that breathtaking view from the tower balcony. My mothers had been there watchful, possessive, hovering like overprotective vultures.

But now?

Gone.

I squinted toward the door, half-expecting them to dramatically kick it open and declare some new, life-threatening training activity.

Nothing.

Weird.

I stretched, sliding out of bed and padding toward the door. When I opened it, I found four familiar figures waiting.

My grandparents.

All of them.

Standing right outside my room like a royal honor guard.

Saelira, with her silver hair gleaming in the morning sun, smiled serenely. “Good morning, little one.”

Ilythia gave a gentle nod. “Did you sleep well?”

Eryndor looked me over with his usual warrior’s precision. “You appear rested.”

Veylen simply met my gaze and said, “Breakfast.”

I stared at them. “Where… are my parents?”

The silence was immediate.

Four sets of eyes piercing violet, calm silver, calculating amber locked onto me with unnerving synchrony.

Ilythia smiled a little too quickly. “Busy, dear.”

“Busy with what?”

Eryndor cleared his throat. “Matters of state.”

Saelira folded her hands gracefully. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

Translation: They weren’t going to tell me.

Suspicious.

Very suspicious.

I opened my mouth to ask more, but Veylen stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Come,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Breakfast.”

I huffed but let him steer me toward the dining room.

The palace dining hall was unsurprisingly absurdly over-the-top for a simple breakfast.

The table was set with embroidered silk napkins, gleaming silverware polished to mirror quality, and platters upon platters of food.

I slid into my chair and immediately felt three pairs of eyes inspecting me.

The fourth pair Veylen’s was already calculating something dangerous.

My stomach rumbled, distracting me.

I grabbed a buttery croissant and bit into it with a sigh.

“So,” I mumbled around the pastry. “What’s the plan today?”

“Magic training,” Saelira said lightly.

I froze mid-chew. “Wait. What?”

Ilythia smiled. “Today, we will oversee your magical practice.”

I stared at them. “You’ve… never done that before.”

“That is why it will be enlightening,” Veylen said calmly.

For whom? I thought with dread.

After breakfast, they escorted me to a new training ground.

Unlike my usual courtyard, this one was an isolated platform suspended high above the palace gardens. The floor was made of obsidian tiles carved with faint runes that glimmered softly in the sunlight.

Saelira stood at the center of the platform and beckoned me forward. “Let us begin.”

I hesitated. “What… exactly are we doing?”

“Simple,” she said, extending a hand toward me. A delicate orb of water formed in her palm, swirling like liquid glass. “You will replicate this.”

I squinted at the orb. Easy enough.

I raised my hand and concentrated.

The magic came immediately, responding to my will like a well-trained dog.

A sphere of water materialized in my palm, mirroring hers.

For approximately three seconds.

Then it tripled in size.

“Oh no—”

The water ball exploded, drenching me from head to toe.

Mara, watching from a safe distance, burst out laughing.

Ilythia handed me a towel. “A little less force next time, dear.”

I groaned, wiping water from my face. “System,” I called mentally, “explain why I can’t do basic water magic without making it explode.”

[ System Analysis: Magic Control: 5% → 6% ]

[ Explanation: You have too much raw power and the control of a caffeinated squirrel. Adjust your focus. Try again. ]

I sighed. “I hate you.”

[ System Message: That’s fair. ]

“Again,” Saelira ordered.

I summoned the water again, this time trying to channel less energy.

The orb formed.

It hovered steadily.

I beamed. “I did it!”

Then it turned into a whirlpool tornado, shooting twenty feet into the air and promptly dousing everyone.

Ilythia’s hair sagged under the weight of the water.

Saelira blinked slowly, water dripping from her eyebrows.

Veylen, his silks soaked through, muttered, “We are doomed.”

Eryndor grinned. “She’s got potential.”

The next hour was pure chaos.

I tried earth magic the ground shook violently and cracked the platform.

I tried air magic I launched myself into a tree and broke a branch.

I tried fire magic which resulted in Mara frantically patting out flames while Elira debated calling the fire brigade.

My grandparents, however, remained remarkably patient.

“Control, little one,” Ilythia said as I hovered midair, spinning uncontrollably in a vortex of air currents.

“I’m trying!”

“Try harder.”

After what felt like forever, I finally managed to create a small orb of light that hovered, perfectly stable, in the palm of my hand.

Veylen observed it, impressed. “Good. Maintain that.”

I focused.

The light flickered.

Then steadied.

Then finally remained still.

[ System Update: Magic Control: 6% → 10% ]

I grinned. “I did it!”

Saelira smiled softly. “Yes, you did.”

I dropped the light with a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the cool obsidian floor.

My grandparents stood around me, drenched, scorched, exhausted but oddly satisfied.

Mara walked over, grinning. “So… how’d it go?”

I groaned. “My magic’s a psychotic gremlin.”

Mara snorted. “Yeah. I noticed.”

Saelira helped me to my feet. “You improved,” she said. “And improvement is what matters.”

I swayed slightly, exhaustion weighing down my limbs after the chaotic training session. My hair was still damp, my clothes singed, and I was pretty sure there was soot on my face.

Ilythia, seeing my state, immediately clapped her hands. “Enough,” she declared. “Our granddaughter deserves a reward.”

“A reward?” I perked up. “For setting things on fire?”

Eryndor grinned. “You controlled it in the end. That’s what counts.”

Veylen adjusted his sleeves. “It is only logical to reinforce success with positive incentives.”

Saelira smiled softly, her eyes twinkling. “Come, little one. We shall indulge you today.”

Before I could even ask what that meant, Ilythia swooped me into her arms like I weighed nothing and carried me toward the palace.

“What kind of indulgence?” I asked, curiosity bubbling through my exhaustion.

“You’ll see,” she said, voice light with amusement.

The next thing I knew, we were in the royal treasury.

A room lined with shelves of magical artifacts, rare gemstones, and treasures from across the empire.

“Pick one,” Saelira said, gesturing to the entire vault as if it were a toy store.

My jaw dropped.

“Anything?” I asked, voice almost reverent.

“Anything,” Veylen confirmed.

I stood there, eyes wide, heart racing.

Because when tyrants spoil you, they don’t do it halfway.