Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Three Years Later
Three years could pass in the blink of an eye, especially when you lived among tyrants, dragons, and magic-wielding grandparents with a tendency to destroy entire rooms during ‘harmless’ training sessions. I’d learned quickly that time was a slippery thing one moment, you were enjoying tea while your parents debated the merits of conquering a neighboring kingdom, and the next, you were being chased around by overly enthusiastic siblings determined to emulate your every move.

I was currently dodging one of Saelira’s precisely aimed lightning bolts, my silver hair whipping behind me as I twisted mid-air, barely avoiding the scorched earth where I’d stood a moment ago. Landing gracefully, I paused to catch my breath, brushing back my hair which was now longer, reaching nearly to my waist. I’d kept the intricate braid along one side of my head, a signature look Mara and Elira had perfected over countless mornings. The other side flowed freely, shimmering in the sunlight like liquid silver.

My appearance wasn’t the only thing that had evolved over these two years. Even without glancing at my status screen, I knew my growth had been substantial. Still, curiosity got the better of me.

With a mental nudge, I pulled up the glowing display.

[ Status ]

Name: Elyzara Thorne

Race: Highborn Tyrant (?)

Title: Imperial Heir of Velmoria

Level: 35

HP: 8000/8000

MP: ???

Strength: 160

Agility: 145

Intelligence: 220

Charisma: 195

Luck: 10 (Somehow less tragic)

[Magic Mastery: Abyssal Requiem – 55%]

I suppressed a smile. Good progress.

A cough drew my attention back to reality. Grand Strategist Veylen was observing me, arms crossed and expression unreadable. “Daydreaming, Elyzara? In battle?”

I quickly refocused, shaking my head. “Just assessing.”

“Assess faster,” he said dryly. “Your grandmother won’t wait.”

I turned just in time to dodge another flash of lightning from Saelira, who stood with narrowed violet eyes, lips twisted into an elegant smirk. “Better, dear, but you’re still too distracted.”

“Noted,” I said, straightening myself and reaching inward, feeling the familiar hum of my magic as I summoned fire, letting it dance across my fingertips in vibrant crimson streams. My control had improved drastically, no longer a chaotic, wild force, but a precise, elegant power capable of reshaping reality itself.

Saelira nodded approvingly, a rare warmth filling her eyes. “Much better.”

My training was interrupted suddenly by twin screams of excitement that pierced through the training grounds.

“Ely!” they shouted in perfect, maddening unison.

I turned sharply, bracing for impact as two small, platinum-haired projectiles barreled toward me. My younger siblings—twins, of course, because my mothers never did anything halfway were barely two years old, and yet they’d somehow mastered the art of escaping their caretakers with alarming efficiency.

Their names were Aeris and Arion, and despite my initial reservations, they’d quickly become a permanent fixture in my chaotic existence. Aeris, with eyes the same piercing violet as Verania, clung tightly to my leg, babbling happily, while Arion, whose silver eyes mirrored Sylvithra’s, tugged insistently on my coat.

“Big sister, big sister!” Aeris squealed excitedly. “We saw your lightning! Do it again!”

Arion bounced impatiently, nodding vigorously. “Yes! Again! Make the big scary one!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Big scary one?”

He nodded enthusiastically, eyes wide and serious. “The one that almost blew up the castle last time!”

Oh. That one.

I glanced sheepishly toward my grandparents. Saelira looked positively delighted at the twins’ reckless request, while Veylen sighed deeply, likely contemplating retirement yet again.

“Maybe another time,” I said, gently patting Arion’s head. “I’m in the middle of something.”

They pouted in perfect sync, looking up at me with exaggerated disappointment. It was almost impossible to deny them anything something my mothers had discovered much to their horror but I stood firm. I had a training session to finish, preferably without leveling the castle.

Before they could protest further, Sylvithra appeared, sweeping the twins into her arms with practiced grace. “Come now, my little terrors, Elyzara needs to train.”

Verania stepped up beside her, giving me a knowing smirk. “You know they won’t stop until you show them the big scary one eventually.”

I groaned, glaring mildly at my mothers. “Did you have to teach them to request mass destruction?”

Verania shrugged elegantly. “They learned that entirely on their own.”

Sylvithra smiled warmly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You set a rather spectacular example.”

My siblings giggled in agreement, clearly thrilled at the notion of one day causing chaos on my level. I shuddered internally at the thought. The world was already unstable enough with one reality-warping heir running around.

“Back to training, Elyzara,” Saelira called smoothly, drawing my attention away from my family drama. “Unless you’d rather your younger siblings surpass you?”

I straightened, the challenge clear. “Not a chance.”

My grandparents smiled approvingly.

Training resumed, intense but rewarding, my magic spiraling around me, bending and reshaping the space itself in rippling waves of power. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a reminder that my potential had grown beyond anything I could have imagined when I first arrived in this world.

When we finally finished, I slumped onto a bench, exhausted but satisfied. Mara and Elira rushed forward, offering water and fresh towels with practiced ease.

“Excellent work, Your Highness,” Mara praised brightly.

Elira nodded thoughtfully. “Though your siblings’ interruptions might become problematic.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. “At this rate, they’ll burn down the castle before they’re five.”

Smaug landed beside me gracefully, shaking his miniature wings and yawning dramatically. “Frankly, I’m surprised the castle still stands. Between you and your miniature clones, it’s a miracle.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I replied dryly.

“You’re welcome,” Smaug purred.

Before I could respond, Aeris and Arion burst onto the training grounds again, giggling and shrieking with glee. My mothers trailed behind, pretending to scold them while failing spectacularly to hide their amusement.

“Ely, teach us to fight!” Aeris demanded fiercely, fists clenched.

“Yes! We want to be strong like you!” Arion echoed.

I glanced helplessly at Verania and Sylvithra, who only smiled proudly. Traitors.

“Maybe when you’re older,” I said cautiously.

“But we’re already two!” Aeris protested, stomping her tiny foot.

I sighed. “Very impressive, but let’s wait until you’re at least three.”

They pouted, clearly unsatisfied. Verania smirked knowingly. “They certainly inherited your stubbornness.”

I glared lightly at my mothers. “Wonderful.”

Sylvithra chuckled gently, sweeping Aeris into her arms again. “Don’t worry, Elyzara, they idolize you. They’ll listen eventually.”

“Probably,” Verania added doubtfully.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. This family was going to be the death of me.