SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All! Chapter 456: Who’s The One Who Gave You A Chance To Live?

This pattern continued until not a single demi-human conservative mber dared to look directly at Mika.

They were all terrified of catching his attention, of having him point at them next and reveal what their own family mbers were secretly involved in.

Even the ones who were completely innocent, who knew with absolute certainty that their families had done nothing questionable still didn’t dare make eye contact with him.

Because witnessing what had just happened had created an instinctive fear in all of them.

They didn’t dare underestimate him anymore.

They couldn’t help but view him as so sort of secret weapon Nadia had kept hidden, a devastating tool she’d deployed at exactly the right mont to dismantle all opposition.

Nadia herself remained perfectly still. She was the only one in the entire hall who knew the truth: she had no involvent in any of this.

Mika was acting entirely on his own. Yet she said nothing, letting him carry the mont with quiet pride glowing in her eyes.

Mika let the heavy silence settle for a few heartbeats.

Then he leaned back slightly, his voice shifting into sothing more solemn and asured.

"The reason I brought all of this up..."

He said, gaze sweeping across the conservatives.

"...the reason I spoke about your families and the parties they have aligned themselves with, it wasn’t to threaten you."

"It wasn’t to blackmail you or make unreasonable demands using this information as ammunition."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"None of those things. Not even close."

A flicker of disbelief crossed several faces. Mika acknowledged it with a slight shrug.

"I did it to show you sothing very simple. Even when you love soone with all your heart—even when that person is family—they can still stand on the opposing side."

"Just like you believe in one thing, your own flesh and blood can believe in sothing completely different."

"And that doesn’t make them traitors. It doesn’t make you two-faced. It simply ans they have their own thoughts, their own experiences, and their own path."

He leaned back, spreading his arms in a calm, open gesture.

"And there is nothing wrong with that."

A ripple of serious, thoughtful expressions spread across the hall as people absorbed his words.

"Similarly, there is nothing wrong with Nadia and her daughter’s relationship." Mika continued, voice steady. "She loves her daughter more than anyone else in the world. She cherishes her deeply."

He casually placed his hand on Nadia’s shoulder. The entire hall drew in a sharp, collective breath at the intimate gesture, but Nadia did not pull away.

Instead, she leaned into the touch ever so slightly.

Mika pulled her a little closer.

"But even despite that love..." He went on. "...they stand on opposite sides. One side wants to protect a certain group of people. The other side wants to push them out."

"It is really unfortunate...but there is nothing we can do about it. Nadia’s daughter is her own person. She has her own desires and her own thoughts."

"And no matter how powerful Nadia is, she cannot force her daughter to see the world the sa way she does. It is only natural that Astrid, based on her own experiences, would have her own beliefs—different from her mother’s."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"But there is nothing wrong with that. Just like you believe in one thing while your family mbers believe in another, Nadia is the sa."

"Despite having a daughter who stands against everything she is fighting for, she still believes in her dream. She still charges forward at full speed."

Mika’s voice grew warr, more earnest.

"So, instead of trying to use that against her as so point of reckoning, we should applaud her."

For a single heartbeat, the entire hall was silent.

Then—one delegate on Nadia’s side, moved beyond words, began clapping furiously with all his passion.

Another joined.

Then another.

Within seconds the entire hall erupted.

Conservatives who had been fiercely against her only monts ago stood up and applauded as well—so out of genuine respect, others out of clear fear of provoking Mika further.

The sound swelled into a thunderous wave of recognition that filled every corner of the grand chamber.

Nadia’s cheeks flushed a light, rare pink. She looked at Mika in a shy, almost flustered manner.

"Mika...there’s no need for you to do all of this. This is so embarrassing..."

Mika simply pulled her a little closer, his hand still resting reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s alright, Nadia. Just take it in. You deserve this. This applause is for all the years you’ve poured into your mission. Soak it in. Let yourself receive the praise."

Nadia hesitated for a mont longer, deeply embarrassed, but seeing that this was sothing her son had deliberately set up for her, she finally gave in.

She turned toward the hall and offered a small, silent nod of thanks to everyone—graceful, composed, yet visibly moved.

Inside, she felt an overwhelming warmth.

For the first ti in years, soone had publicly recognized the silent, painful battle she had been fighting with her own daughter. All her years of effort, all the quiet sacrifices, were finally being seen.

And once again, it was because of her son.

The feeling was so strong she had to fight the urge to drag him away and kiss him all over right there in front of everyone.

The applause gradually began to settle down.

Everyone finally started to relax, thinking the matter was resolved, letting out quiet sighs of relief that this terrifying boy seed to be finished with his revelations.

But just as people were beginning to settle back into their seats—

Mika suddenly took the microphone in his hands again.

And a rather solemn, almost grim look appeared on his face—an expression that seed to co out of nowhere, completely different from his warm deanor just monts ago.

"Mr. Ragor." He said clearly.

The lizard-man jerked up in his seat, eyes wide with renewed terror at being called out again.

"Earlier, you said sothing quite interesting."

Mika continued, his tone becoming colder.

"You suggested that it was impossible to trust Nadia. You implied that she might be colluding with humans to slowly take control of the other realms."

"You painted her as so kind of infiltrator, a spy sent to disrupt and eventually assimilate everything into the human world’s sphere of influence."

He looked directly at Ragor with penetrating eyes.

"Isn’t that right, Mr. Ragor?"

Ragor began to stamr. "I—I—I didn’t exactly—"

But Mika cut him off with a dismissive wave.

"Well, whatever your exact wording was, it’s quite obvious that so of you believe Nadia is capable of betraying your trust. That she might have so ulterior motive, so hidden agenda for doing all of this."

Many of the conservative delegates looked away uncomfortably.

Because so of them really did think exactly that. They’d suspected Nadia of having underhanded ans, of using this coalition as a stepping stone toward human dominance.

But just as they were dwelling on those suspicious thoughts—

Mika’s voice cut through the hall like a blade, suddenly sharper and colder than before.

"But before you think too deeply about that..." He said, his tone becoming almost dangerous. "...let remind you of sothing very, very important."

The boy who had been speaking so casually just monts ago now looked genuinely intimidating.

People throughout the hall shivered involuntarily.

"Who exactly was it..." Mika said slowly, deliberately. "...who removed the shackles that had bound you for so many years?"

Silence.

"Who was the one who brought you peace and harmony after decades upon decades of endless, brutal war?"

His voice grew harder.

"Who was the one who pulled you away from the clutches of the Eternal Queen—that tyrant who didn’t protect your people, but instead killed them indiscriminately?"

"Who sent them into unwinnable wars just to satisfy her own ambitions? Who did all sorts of unspeakable, horrible things to your populations?"

People were growing visibly pale now, rembering.

"And who..." Mika continued relentlessly. "...was the one who even gave you the chance to stand in this very hall today?"

"...To wear those fancy suits and polished shoes?"

"...To have positions of power and influence?"

"...To speak your minds freely without fear of execution?"

He paused, letting the weight of those questions settle over the room.

Then he looked directly at Nadia, and his voice softened just slightly—though it still carried that steel underneath.

"Without Nadia..." He said clearly. "...do you honestly think any of you would have anything you possess right now?"

He let that question hang in the air for a long mont.

"Or instead..." He continued, his voice dropping to sothing almost nacing. "...would you have been sent to the front lines of yet another pointless war you couldn’t possibly win?"

"Only to be slaughtered and turned into naless corpses, forgotten as soon as you fell?"

The silence in the hall was now absolute.

Crushing.

Because every single person there knew exactly what he was talking about.

They rembered what life had been like under the Eternal Queen’s rule.

They rembered the fear, the oppression, the casual cruelty.

And they rembered who had ended it.

Who had given them everything they now took for granted.

Mika leaned back slightly, his expression still serious but less harsh.

"So before you question Nadia’s motives." He said quietly. "Before you doubt her integrity or suspect her of betrayal—perhaps you should rember what she’s already done for you."

Hearing this, everyone in the hall felt profoundly guilty.

Because they knew it was absolutely true.

Without Nadia and the rest of the Battle Angels, they wouldn’t even have the peaceful lives they enjoyed right now.

All the luxuries they took for granted—the new cars, the comfortable hos, the fine clothes they wore, the positions of power they held—it was all because Nadia and her sisters had fought and bled and sacrificed to make it possible.

If they hadn’t stopped the Eternal Queen, then just as Mika had said, ninety percent of the people in this room wouldn’t even be alive right now.

Let alone possess the things they had, the lives they led.

They imdiately looked away in sha.

So of them couldn’t even bear to glance at Nadia—the woman who had given them so much, while they’d spent the last hour accusing her and throwing allegations at her.

Nadia shifted uncomfortably. The attention, the praise, the way they were all looking at her now—it made her skin prickle.

"Mika...there was no need to say all of that. It’s almost like you’re tooting my own horn. It’s not sothing we should do."

Mika scoffed. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer against his side in a protective, almost possessive hold.

"Why not?" His voice carried, deliberate, cutting through the murmurs. "Why shouldn’t we talk about what you achieved?"

She looked up at him, startled by the edge in his voice.

"My mother..."

He whispered in a tone that no one could hear before loudly saying,

"This beautiful woman right here..." He pulled her closer. "...she risked her life. Her sisters risked theirs. They stood against the Eternal Queen when no one else would. They fought for worlds that weren’t even theirs. And they won."

His gaze swept the room, cold and sharp.

"And instead of gratitude, what do they get? Accusations. Insinuations. Whispers about how she’s secretly plotting to take over every realm, how she can’t be trusted, how she must have so hidden agenda."

He laughed—a short, humorless sound.

"Where is the sha? Where is the basic decency?"

The genuine anger in his tone made several delegates flinch.

Nadia beca even more embarrassed, but at the sa ti, she felt overwhelming happiness inside.

Her son was angry for her. Furious on her behalf.

She had spent so many years absorbing these accusations without flinching, letting them slide off her armor, never letting anyone see how much they stung.

But Mika saw. Mika felt it for her.

But she also felt sothing...strange.

Sothing she couldn’t quite identify.

Because the way Mika was holding her right now, the way he was protecting her in front of this entire crowd—it didn’t quite seem like a son taking care of his mother.

Instead, it almost seed like a man protecting his woman.

Making sure she didn’t suffer any harm while he shielded her from the cruelty of the world.

She almost felt like an innocent maiden being protected by her devoted husband in this mont.

And she couldn’t help but feel her face growing hot at that thought.