Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: A Minor Structural Incident
Silence.

The kind of silence that only followed the absolute destruction of an entire combat arena and the complete annihilation of a high-level magical beast.

I turned my head, blinking at my four grandparents, who had until now been completely silent.

Which was, frankly, concerning.

Grand Empress Saelira was staring at the floating debris with an expression I could only describe as calculative horror.

Grand Warlord Eryndor, normally unshakable, was rubbing his temples.

Grand Consort Ilythia had raised a delicate hand to her chin, eyes sharp, like she was mentally reviewing every imperial law regarding “unintended reality destruction.”

And Grand Strategist Veylen?

He had just… sat down. Right there. In the middle of the wreckage. Head in his hands.

Saelira was the first to recover. “Well,” she said, her voice only slightly strained. “That was certainly… educational.”

Eryndor let out a slow, measured sigh. “That wasn’t training.”

Sylvithra nodded. “No, that was a demonstration.”

Verania, ever the supportive parent, grinned and clapped me on the shoulder. “And what a demonstration it was!”

Saelira shot her a sharp look. “Verania. Your daughter just dismantled space.”

Verania blinked. “And?”

“And?” Saelira’s voice rose slightly. “She rewrote the laws of physics to win a sparring match!”

Sylvithra hummed, unimpressed. “And?”

Saelira inhaled. Then exhaled. Then inhaled again.

Eryndor finally straightened, clearing his throat. “This is… an unprecedented situation.”

Ilythia, ever the diplomat, offered a serene smile. “I am sure this can be… contained.”

Veylen, from where he was still sitting on the ground, let out a hollow laugh. “Contain that?” He gestured vaguely at the floating rubble. “What do you propose? Politely asking the laws of nature to resume normal function?”

Verania looked far too smug. “You know, if you’re impressed, you could just say so.”

Before any further family debate could occur a sudden chorus of armored footsteps echoed in the distance.

We all turned toward the main entrance and in rushed the palace guards.

Or more accurately, half the damn royal guard.

Their weapons were drawn, expressions filled with panic, and their eyes immediately locked onto the destruction.

One of them skidded to a halt, gasping, “Your Majesties! We heard—”

Then he saw the arena or what was left of it.

His mouth fell open , another guard stumbled to his side, completely pale.

A third dropped his sword.

For several seconds, they all just stared.

“…What in the gods’ name happened here?!”

I opened my mouth

“It was our daughter.” Verania announced before I could say anything, her voice brimming with pride.

Sylvithra nodded, equally smug. “Isn’t she incredible?”

Silence.

The guards turned to me.

Their horrified expressions made it painfully clear that their brains were trying and failing to process this information.

One of them, voice faint, whispered, “The heir… did this?”

Verania beamed. “She’s exceptional, isn’t she?”

The lead guard looked at the hovering rubble, the void-warped remnants of the arena, then back at me , and very visibly struggled not to faint.

Saelira pinched the bridge of her nose. “Gods above, Verania.”

Eryndor shook his head, muttering something about ‘reputation management’ and ‘foreign diplomacy concerns.’

Veylen, still seated on the ground, just laughed weakly. “We’re doomed.”

One of the younger guards, clearly too inexperienced to handle this kind of crisis, took a careful step back.

Verania arched an eyebrow. “You’re not afraid, are you?”

The guards visibly hesitated , they were absolutely afraid.

But also deeply aware that saying so might be an immediate execution order.

Sylvithra sighed, rolling her shoulders. “Well, since you’re all here—”

She raised a hand the air warped with a single pulse of her magic, she forcefully dropped the floating debris back to the ground.

Unfortunately, this made the ground shake which made one of the guards scream and another guard instantly collapsed.

A third just turned and sprinted away.

Sylvithra stared. “…Was that necessary?”

Verania smirked. “I don’t know, but it was funny.”

Ilythia, ever the calm one, clapped her hands together. “Well! That aside, I believe we should discuss… repairs.”

Eryndor groaned. “Repairs are the least of our problems.”

I, still processing everything, exhaled slowly.

[ Would now be a bad time to point out that you are, statistically speaking, a walking calamity? ]

I gritted my teeth. “Not helping.”

[ Just saying. ]

I rubbed my temples.

And I really didn’t think it could get worse until Smaug, ever the menace, took that exact moment to pipe up:

“So. Does this mean I get my own battle arena?”

Everyone turned.

The guards, already at their limit, looked like they were about to scream.

Verania actually considered it. “Hmm…”

Sylvithra smacked her arm. “No.”

Smaug grumbled, tail flicking. “Fine.”

And just like that, the palace guards decided they had enough.

Without another word, they turned , marched straight out of the ruins.

One of them, still visibly shaken, muttered, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Another murmured prayers under his breath.

A third simply walked into a wall.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

Saelira took one last look at the destroyed arena.

Then, very slowly, turned to me. “Elyzara, dear.”

I stiffened. “Yes?”

She smiled. “Next time—”

Her violet eyes gleamed dangerously.

“Try not to level an entire training ground, yes?”

I swallowed. “…Noted.”

For a moment, there was silence.

“Exceptional,” Saelira finally declared, stepping forward. Her violet eyes gleamed with something dangerously close to pride.

Eryndor nodded, arms crossed. “Impressive display of power.”

Ilythia smiled, graceful as ever. “You continue to exceed expectations, little one.”

Veylen, having finally recovered enough to stand, exhaled heavily. “Though next time, let’s not give your ancestors a reason to haunt the ruins of this palace.”

I blinked. “That bad?”

He gestured at the wreckage.

Fair point.

Verania smirked. “See? Even my parents are impressed.”

Sylvithra added, “As they should be.”

Saelira, however, was still watching me closely.

“You have a gift, Elyzara,” she said, her voice quieter now. “One that will shape nations, whether you wish it to or not.”

Eryndor studied me, his expression unreadable. “But you must remember—power does not simply exist. It demands control.”

Ilythia nodded. “And respect.”

Veylen crossed his arms. “Raw strength is meaningless if it is wielded without purpose. You are young, but that does not excuse recklessness.”

I shifted under their gazes.

I knew what they meant. This was praise but also a warning.

And, considering I had just casually rewritten reality to win a fight, maybe… maybe they had a point.

I let out a breath. “Understood.”

Saelira’s lips quirked. “Good.”

Eryndor sighed, finally relaxing. “Now, before your parents encourage more chaos—”

Verania scoffed. “Rude.”

Sylvithra rolled her eyes.

“—I believe it’s time we reassess your training. Clearly, conventional methods will not suffice.”

I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what that meant.

Smaug, however, huffed, his tail swishing. “I, for one, think she’s doing fantastically. More destruction!”

I smacked his snout. “Not helping.”

He grumbled but relented.

As my grandparents continued discussing my training, as my parents kept looking smug, and as the guards whispered prayers for their safety I had one thought.

I needed a nap.