Chapter 0.150: Severia's Flames (Draciroth)

The obsidian halls of castle rotschy pulsed with silence—silence heavy, cold, and gleaming like the stones that made up its endless corridors. The black marble underfoot reflected nothing but the echo of heels: sharp, precise, unrelenting. Each step a metronome of dominance.

Naoko rotschy walked alone.

Her silver hair flowed behind her like a ribbon of winter moonlight, cascading in perfectly straight silk over her back. Her gown—black lace, sleeveless, high-collared—hugged her porcelain frame with aristocratic restraint. Not a thread out of place. Her silver lashes framed eyes void of anything resembling warmth. Those irises, pale as ghostlight, did not blink, did not falter.

Emotion was not a language Naoko spoke.

She reached the main atrium. A room carved from obsidian and inlaid with runes that shimmered subtly under the faint pulse of mana. The ceiling soared above like a cathedral's vault, and there, seated comfortably on a black velvet chaise, was *Amelia Emberheart.*

The phoenix herself.

Hair like fire, cascading down in layered waves. Her gown was white—impossibly white—stitched with golden embroidery that traced the outline of a soaring phoenix over her chest. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, met Naoko's cold silver with a flicker of restrained curiosity.

She did not stand.

Naoko did not bow.

The weight in the air thickened.

"Naoko," Amelia said, voice velvet and steel, "If this summons was to scold Rina, I assure you she's—"

"She has done nothing." Naoko's voice was steady, measured, and colder than snowfall. "Yet."

A brief pause. Amelia raised an eyebrow.

"I summoned you," Naoko continued, her tone a scalpel, "because the matter concerns her future. And it required your ears, not her tears."

From the shadows, sion stood silently behind her mistress. Tall, lean, dressed in black leather and an ivory blouse—she looked like a mercenary masquerading as a secretary. Her reddish-brown hair tied back tightly, her amber eyes sharp… though not nearly sharp enough to hide the storm of depravity behind them.

Sion looked at Amelia and thought, 

*My gods,* she thought. *She's more beautiful than I imagined. So that's the legendary phoenix…*

She looks so much like Rena. 

The last time I met her, when I received her, I didn't pay much attention to her appearance up close. 

Sion swallowed, though nothing in her expression moved. She imagined those golden eyes staring down at her—not with irritation, but from the steam of a shared bath. She wondered—how would Amelia taste?The taste of her nipples and lips 

*No,* she scolded herself internally. *Control. You are standing beside Lady Naoko. Focus.*

so..... nipples pink? I want to suck them hard and... 

*Damn..... I want to practice yuri art in the bathroom with her. Damn I feel wet. Is Amelia wearing a tengu

... 

Naoko, unaware—or perhaps perfectly aware—of the chaos unraveling behind her, turned

toward Amelia with the poise of a judge. "I've taken over Rena 's training personally. Myself and Seon."

Amelia's gaze flicked briefly to the assistant. For a moment, her eyes narrowed, as if detecting something wild beneath that polished surface. Seon smiled faintly, her mind muttering: *She noticed me. Excellent.*

Naoko continued. "I intend to awaken within Rina the legacy of *Sephyria Flame.* The Dragonfire of Draciroth."

Amelia stiffened. "…That's not possible. Rina is an Emberheart. She inherited the Phoenix Flame by blood—our family's divine blessing. Switching elemental cores would shatter her mana alignment. It would—"

"She will not switch," Naoko interrupted. "She will balance both."

"…What?"

Naoko tilted her head slowly, as if explaining math to a child. "I have run the calculations. Studied her mana veins. Her body can host both. The Phoenix Flame, inherited. The Sephyria Flame… awakened."

A long silence fell. The tension thickened.

"The Phoenix reaches white," Naoko said, voice a whispering blade. "The Dragonfire reaches black. One is born of chaos. The other, of restraint. Rina has both. She must *become* both."

Amelia didn't respond. Her mind churned.

Seon, meanwhile, leaned slightly against a column behind them, pretending not to eavesdrop while internally screaming: *Goddess above, she's smart too. How is she this perfect? I would absolutely kiss her and die happy—wait, what if we—no. Not in front of Naoko. Not here. Damn, now I'm warm. Why am I warm?*

oh..Yes ... my underwear. They're wet just from looking at Amelia. 

A faint nosebleed threatened to betray her.

I need a tissue quickly 

Amelia finally spoke. "Why would you risk this? Rena may be your daughter-in-law, but she's my child."

"She is both," Naoko replied. "And I will not allow weakness to exist in my household. She will be trained."

"…Will she suffer?"

"No."

"Are you certain?"

Naoko blinked. Slowly. Coldly. "I never make promises. But I *calculate* certainty. And I do not fail."

Amelia looked down at her lap for a moment. Her hands were clasped, her lips pursed. This wasn't fear—it was something heavier. A mother's instinct clashing against logic.

And yet…

She looked up.

"…Very well."

Naoko didn't nod. Didn't smile. Just turned toward the pillar of black stone behind her.

Seon, meanwhile, was trying to suppress a sigh of bliss.

*This is perfect,* she thought. *Soon, Rina will awaken the fire of a dragon… and I will awaken the *urge* in her mother.*

She paused. *Okay, maybe not now. Maybe later. But still. Goddess help me, the Emberheart women are a walking festival of temptation.*

Damn I want my prince, come quickly and help me, I want us to practice yuri sports amelia and me ... Then she started to pant and licked her lips and her eyes flashed evilly, then she picked up her phone and sent a message to Jin. 

[Sion: Hello my dear prince, Amelia will be here for dinner today. Help me practice Yuri with her.....Hurry up hurry up i'm dying here] 

*Amazing Amelia your big ass will be mine *

And somewhere, far away, a minor spirit of discipline wept quietly.

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 heat: I wrote this chapter quickly because I was late in publishing it. 

I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you with just one or two chapters about Amelia and sion. 🍑

Note: Sion welcomed Rena, Amelia, and Leona when they first arrived at rotschy Palace , but Sion wasn't focused on them at the time because Naoko later sent Sion on a mission, so it was a quick welcome.