The Extra's Rise-Chapter 402: Empress Adeline (2)

I pressed my lips together, considering my response. The wrong words here would end more than just my relationship with Cecilia.

"Your Majesty," I began carefully, "I understand your concerns. They're entirely valid from the perspective of a mother who loves her daughter."

Adeline's eyebrow rose slightly, perhaps surprised by my acknowledgment.

"But I need to clarify something," I continued. "My feelings for Cecilia—and the others—aren't the fleeting emotions of a teenager. I've experienced more in these past years than most do in a lifetime."

I paused, choosing my next words with precision. "I don't expect you to understand the nature of my bond with each of them, but I can assure you that it isn't based on physical attraction or political ambition."

"Then what is it based on?" she challenged. "Love? The kind poets write about? The kind that fades when tested by time and circumstances?"

"No," I replied. "The kind that's been tested already. The kind that survived separation, danger, and uncertainty. The kind that's rooted in understanding who they truly are, beyond titles and appearances."

I leaned forward slightly. "I know your daughter, Your Majesty. Not just Princess Cecilia Slatemark, but Cecilia herself. I know her strengths and her flaws. I know her temper and her kindness. I've seen her at her best and her worst. And I love her completely."

"And you can say the same for the others? Lady Rachel, Princess Seraphina, and Lady Rose?" Her silver eyes narrowed skeptically.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Each relationship is unique, but the depth is the same. I would die for any of them without question."

"Words," Adeline dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Pretty words from a boy."

"Then test me," I challenged, surprising even myself with my directness. "Set any trial you wish. If my feelings aren't genuine, I'll walk away from Cecilia forever."

A moment of silence stretched between us. The garden's artificial breeze rustled through carefully cultivated flowers, carrying their mixed perfumes across the space.

"You spent eleven months in what is essentially hell seeing how much you grew," Adeline finally said, her voice softer. "And your first concern upon return was seeing your family and those you love. Not seeking power or recognition."

I remained silent, recognizing it wasn't a question.

She set her teacup down with deliberate precision. "Tell me this: what would you do if Cecilia asked you to give up the others?"

The question struck at something I'd considered during my long months in the Well of Miasma. "I would refuse," I answered honestly. "Not because I love her less, but because it would fundamentally change who I am. And the man she loves is someone who keeps his commitments to all four women."

A slight smile touched the Empress's lips. "A dangerous answer to give her mother."

"But an honest one," I countered.

"Indeed." She nodded slowly. "And what of children? The complications of multiple families?"

"We've discussed it," I said, though 'we' was stretching the truth somewhat. "There will be challenges, certainly. But with proper communication and boundaries, it can work."

Adeline studied me for what felt like an eternity, her silver eyes seeming to pierce through any pretense. Finally, she sighed—a sound of resignation rather than disappointment.

"You truly aren't after the Empire, are you?" It wasn't really a question.

"No, Your Majesty. If anything, the political complications are an inconvenience I accept because of my feelings for Cecilia."

Unexpected laughter bubbled from the Empress. "An inconvenience! The power and wealth of the Slatemark Empire—an inconvenience!" She shook her head, still chuckling. "How refreshing."

The tension in the garden decreased palpably as she refilled both our teacups.

"Very well, Arthur Nightingale. I won't oppose your relationship with my daughter." She raised a warning finger. "But know this: if you break her heart, there isn't a place in this world where you could hide from me."

"I understand completely," I said, relief washing through me.

"I suppose you'd better," she smiled, the threat somehow more terrifying for its delivery with such warmth. "Now, drink your tea before it gets cold."

I complied, grateful for the momentary reprieve. The liquid seemed to wash away some of the tension that had built in my shoulders during our exchange.

"Now that we've settled that matter," Adeline continued, her tone shifting to something more conversational, "there are things you should know about your absence."

"Beyond Cecilia's reaction?" I asked.

"Yes. You seem to have quite the collection of powerful women in your orbit, Arthur." Her expression turned thoughtful. "Did you know that Rose Springshaper was constantly in my husband's ear about mobilizing forces to investigate your disappearance?"

I blinked in surprise.

"She presented it as a matter of imperial security, of course," Adeline continued. "Very logical arguments about the precedent it would set if the Empire allowed Mythos Academy students to vanish without consequence. But my husband recognized the personal motivation behind her advocacy."

"I had no idea," I admitted.

"And Princess Seraphina," Adeline continued, taking a delicate sip of tea, "was apparently quite busy trying to convince the Mount Hua Sect to deploy their forces to the Northern border. Their Council of Elders nearly voted in favor of the action, I'm told."

The revelation stunned me. The Mount Hua Sect was notoriously isolationist. For Seraphina to nearly convince them to intervene in matters beyond their mountains...

"But most surprising was Princess Rachel," the Empress added. "While my daughter was lobbying for official action, Rachel took a more... direct approach."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"The Creighton Princess organized several expeditions beyond the Northern border," Adeline explained. "Unofficial, of course. Small teams of elite warriors searching for any trace of you. She personally joined three such missions."

My hand tightened around the teacup. "That's incredibly dangerous."

"Indeed," Adeline agreed. "She was lucky to return at all."

The information settled heavily upon me. While I had been fighting for survival in the Well of Miasma, these four women had been moving heaven and earth to find me. Each in her own way, using the resources and influence available to her.

"They love you, Arthur," Adeline said softly. "Each in her own way. It's not just my daughter whose heart is at stake."

"I know," I replied, the weight of responsibility pressing down on me more heavily than her earlier display of power had. "I won't take that lightly."

"See that you don't." She glanced over my shoulder, her expression changing subtly. "Ah, speaking of which..."

I sensed a shift in the garden's atmosphere before I heard anything. A subtle change in the air pressure, the faint signature of multiple mana sources approaching—one of them intimately familiar.

"Mother, I've brought—" Cecilia's voice halted abruptly.

I turned in my seat to see her standing at the garden entrance, crimson eyes wide with surprise. Behind her stood three equally shocked figures—Rachel Creighton, her golden hair framing her elegant features; Seraphina of Mount Hua, serene despite her evident surprise; and Rose Springshaper, rubbing her eyes as if to confirm what she was seeing.

"Arthur?" Cecilia breathed. freёnovelkiss.com

Four women. Four relationships. Four very different expressions of love.

And me, caught completely unprepared for this reunion.

"Well," Empress Adeline said pleasantly, setting down her teacup with a delicate clink that seemed to echo in the sudden silence, "isn't this convenient? I believe you have some explaining to do, Arthur Nightingale."