Chapter 95: — Two Filthy Nobles.

Note : There is No NTR…Plz Read It Till The End.

Jacob didn’t waste time after his rejection. He leaned in, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial, lecherous rasp.

“Miss Emily, since our mentorship proposal was denied, I have one other favor to ask—and don’t worry, I am prepared to pay handsomely for it.”

He paused, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Could we trouble you to entertain me and my son? We’re looking for a session, and we were hoping you’d be willing to indulge us.”

Emily tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Together?”

“Yes,” Jacob confirmed, his eyes glinting with sick anticipation. “My son and I share a particular taste. We prefer to take our women simultaneously. I hope you can accommodate that.”

Kael felt the world tilt. He was frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. He watched as Emily seemed to consider the proposition, her silence stretching thin.

Jacob, misinterpreting her Wrath as interest, grew practically giddy. “I know it’s an unusual request, so we are more than willing to double our compensation.”

“I am an old woman, Mr. Wilder,” Emily said, her voice devoid of emotion. “You would need to show a significant level of sincerity to make this worth my while.”

“Of course,” Jacob chuckled, reaching into his robes to produce three glowing, violet-hued stones.

“Two Earth-grade magic crystals for the session. And I’ll add a third for the ‘special’ requests we have in mind.”

Kael’s eyes widened at the sight of the crystals. They were rare, potent sources of energy.

Emily glanced at Kael, her eyes flickering with a cold, unreadable calculation before she turned back to the men.

“At my level of cultivation, these have little utility for me personally,” she noted calmly.

“However… I suppose they could serve a purpose for my grandson’s development.”

“Exactly!” Jacob pressed, his eagerness palpable. “It’s a fair trade for a single session, isn’t it?”

The atmosphere in the garden shifted from serene to lethal in the span of a heartbeat.

As Jacob moved to disrobe, his face twisted in a smug, predatory leer. But before his fingers could even fully commit, Emily’s aura spiked—not with the gentle, flowing rhythm of a teacher, but with the suffocating, heavy pressure of a war-veteran mage who had once broken the back of a beastmen army.

Jacob’s eyes widened. He realized his mistake instantly, his face draining of color.

“Wait—”

He didn’t even get the word out. Instinctively, he summoned a shimmering, translucent wall of condensed mana to shield himself, his fingers clawing at the air to stabilize a defensive ward.

He was a powerful man, a high-ranking member of the Wilder clan, and his defense was not something to be taken lightly.

Emily didn’t even slow down. She stepped forward, her movement blurring. She didn’t strike the ward with force; she struck it with disruption.

With a flick of her finger, she sent a concentrated needle of water-mana directly into the structural nexus of Jacob’s shield.

The defensive wall shattered like thin glass.

The backlash knocked the air from Jacob’s lungs, but Emily was already there.

She bypassed his frantic, fumbling guard and swept her hand through his defenses as if they were made of mist.

With two sickening, wet crunches, she gripped his forearms and snapped them backward with bone-deep precision.

Samuel tried to scramble back, his face a mask of pure terror, but Emily didn’t even need to fully turn.

She flicked her wrist, sending a pressurized wave of mana that slammed into him like a battering ram, pinning his arms behind his back before he could raise a finger.

With a sharp, sudden jerk, she broke his radius and ulna, sending him sprawling into the dirt beside his howling father.

The three violet Earth-grade crystals tumbled from Jacob’s robes, landing in the grass with a soft thud.

Emily stepped over the wreckage of the two men, her white gown as pristine as if she’d spent the afternoon simply tending to her roses.

Emily picked them up with a cold, effortless grace, tucking them into her sleeve as if she were collecting fallen leaves.

She stood over them, her white gown untouched by the struggle, looking down at the two men who were now sobbing in the dirt. Her voice was ice, devoid of any warmth or mercy.

Jacob tried to stammer out a plea, clutching his mangled, hanging arms, but the look in Emily’s eyes silenced him instantly.

It was the look of a woman who had seen the worst of humanity and had long ago ceased to fear it.

“You have a lot of nerve,” she said, her tone a low, dangerous hum. “You come into my home, under the guise of an investigation, and dare to insult me with such filth?”

She said, her voice a calm, monotonous blade that cut through his whimpering. “If you weren’t here under the banner of the Royal Court, I wouldn’t have bothered to leave you with your hands at all.”

She leaned down slightly, her presence looming over them like an impending storm.

“Be grateful for your duty. Had you come here as private men, you would have been dead or permanently crippled before you reached the gate. Now, get out of my sight before I decide that your lives are worth less than the offense you just gave me.”

She turned her back on them, dismissing them entirely, and walked toward Kael.

Her expression softened, the killing intent vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Kael sitting on the grass, paralyzed by the sheer, effortless dominance of the woman he was now proud to call his Grandma.

Kael watched her walk toward the house, the terrifying aura of the battlefield veteran fading as if it had never been there.

She moved with an effortless, graceful sway, her long, snowy hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall.

“Grandma,” Kael called out, his voice hesitant as he stood up and brushed the grass from his pants. “Was it really necessary to go that far just for three crystals?”

Emily stopped, her hand reaching back to absentmindedly curl a lock of her hair around her finger.

She turned back to him, and for the first time, she let out a genuine, bell-like laugh that echoed through the garden.

It was a light, melodic sound, completely at odds with the violence that had just transpired.

“Haha! Oh, Kael, my sweet boy,” she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course it was worth it. You are still young, so you don’t truly grasp the value of these crystals yet. You’ll understand their worth once you finally surpass the rank of a junior mage.”

She began to walk again, her voice trailing back to him. “I have enough wealth tucked away to last several lifetimes, child. Those stones weren’t about greed; they were a tax for their insolence. If they want to bring filth to my doorstep, they must pay for the privilege of leaving with their lives.”

Kael followed her, his mind racing. The logic was cold and pragmatic, yet it was undeniably protective.

She hadn’t done it for the crystals—she had done it to assert dominance, to punish them, and perhaps, to provide him with resources he didn’t yet have.