CHAPTER 27: EX 27. FUCK YOUR STUPID MATURITY

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Luke’s face.

But it froze halfway.

"It is worth it to be allied with the Kaels."

The smile cracked, then shattered entirely.

"Their son," Diana continued, her voice cool and sharp, "has shown incredible potential. He has the strength to defend his family’s name, unlike your son, who was humiliated, or your wife, who lost control and attacked a child. There is no dignity in that. If there are any lunatics here..." she turned slightly, her eyes narrowing—"...they’re in the Feran family."

Gasps echoed throughout the crowd.

The Kael family members all smiled. Selena’s lips curled in open satisfaction. Even Darian, ever the silent blade, gave a small nod. And beside Diana, Elizabeth grinned, pride swelling in her chest.

’Way to go, Mum.’

Luke’s face turned red with rage. But he was stuck. Cornered. And to make it worse—it was happening in his own home.

He might have been an SS-rank, but he wasn’t foolish enough to fight Selena, Darian, and Diana together. Not here. And especially not when the law would clearly side with the Kaels. After all, Rebecca had struck first.

Grinding his teeth, Luke turned toward Darian Kael, voice sharp with humiliation.

"Please... tell your wife to let mine go."

Darian looked at him, silent for a moment.

Then he spoke.

"It’s not me you should be begging," he said flatly, "but the one your wife tried to attack. After all... it’s him who was offended."

Luke stiffened.

His fists clenched. His jaw locked.

To ask forgiveness from a boy? As the patriarch of the Feran family? An SS-Rank Taker reduced to pleading with a youth?

That would make him a laughingstock across the Federation.

And yet—he had no choice.

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Luke Feran stood frozen for a moment, jaw twitching, the taste of humiliation thick on his tongue. Then, finally—after minutes of silence and agony—he turned toward the boy standing behind Selena Kael.

"Boy," he said through gritted teeth, "why don’t you act mature and let bygones be bygones?"

Leon didn’t turn. He didn’t flinch neither did he blink.

He just stood there, staring forward, ignoring Luke completely.

But inside—

’Matured? You want me to act matured? When you watched your son insult my family or your wife attack me like a thug in the streets you didn’t act mature then but you want me to act matured now? Fuck your stupid maturity.’

Leon said nothing.

And Selena, watching from the corner of her eye, understood the answer well enough. Her lips curved upward. Then, without a word—

She increased the pressure.

Rebecca’s body jerked violently under the invisible weight, and for the first time—after holding back for so long—a sound escaped her lips.

"Kh—aaAAHHH—!"

The cry tore from her throat, raw and strained, despite all her efforts to hold it in. Her pride couldn’t hold against the pain any longer.

"Enough!!" Luke suddenly roared, panic breaking through his fury.

But Selena didn’t stop.

She Increased the pressure—again.

"Khh—AAAAAAAARRGH!!!"

Rebecca’s screams grew louder, her body arching against the ground as cracks began to spread beneath her, spiderwebbing through the stone under the relentless force pressing down on her spine.

Luke clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced into his own palms. Blood trickled down his fingers, but he didn’t notice.

Across the training ground, the nobles watched in stunned silence.

From the Queen’s Domain, their faces were blank, impassive, detached from the squabble.

From the Kael Domain, joy flickered behind barely concealed smirks. Their heir who was mocked and ridiculed was now the reason the Feran Matriarch was wailing in the dirt.

And from the Feran Domain their eyes burned with a mix of shame and rage as they watched their matriarch humiliated, crushed, screaming.

And still—the cries grew louder.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

The echo carried across the training ground, bleeding into the night air.

Luke’s pride shattered like glass.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He dropped to his knees. Then—he bowed.

"I apologize," he said through clenched teeth. His voice cracked with fury and defeat. "For how my son and wife acted tonight. I promise it won’t repeat itself again. So—please. Let my wife go."

Silence.

Stunned silence.

Not a single noble moved. Not a single word was uttered.

The Patriarch of the Feran Domain—an SS-Rank Taker—had bowed his head to a boy who had only just awakened as a Taker.

It was a scene none of them had ever imagined they’d witness in their lifetimes.

Selena stood there, watching the man grovel. Then she glanced behind her, toward her son.

"Leo," she said calmly, "what do you think? Should we let her go?"

Leon looked down at Rebecca, broken and unconscious on the ground.

’They’ve suffered enough. No need to drag it further....Not tonight, anyway.’

"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "They’ve had enough."

Selena nodded, and at once—

The pressure vanished.

Rebecca collapsed fully, her body limp, barely breathing and unconscious from the overwhelming torment.

Selena turned without another glance, and with Leon beside her, the two walked calmly back to the podium.

Behind them, Luke remained kneeling, fists still clenched as his family’s guards rushed to carry away his wife and son—both beaten, both unconscious.

Blood dripped steadily from his knuckles, unnoticed.

His shoulders trembled—not from fear, but from rage, shame and disbelief.

’This was supposed to be my family’s celebration.

So how...

How did we end up the biggest losers?’

He looked up at Leon—the boy who had turned his evening into a nightmare.

As the Kaels made their way out of the courtyard Luke’s eyes darkened.

As He began to think of something.

****

The night had finally drawn to a close.

The once-vibrant celebration, which had begun with grandeur and anticipation, had ended in shame and stunned silence. The name that should have echoed in glory—Feran—was now whispered with discomfort.

Nobles from across the Eastern Sector were now returning to their respective domains, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and contemplation.

Despite the dramatic turn of events, there had still been good food, fine wine, lively music and a duel far more entertaining than anyone had expected.

In truth, most guests left with full stomachs and full gossip columns—a rare blend for any noble gathering.

The only ones who couldn’t find a shred of joy in the night were the Ferans themselves—and the nobles from their domain, who wore cloaks of embarrassment as they departed quietly, heads bowed.

Outside the estate, beneath the cool silver light of the moon, the Kael family walked calmly toward their parked limousine, the gold-engraved family emblem glinting under the lamplight. Their personal driver stepped forward and pulled the door open with a respectful nod.

Just as Darian and Valeria were about to enter the vehicle, a voice called out.

"Wait!"

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