I Become A Mob Character In A Novel
Chapter 92 - No.92 Showdown (12)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

The sudden knock on the door and the familiar voice sent a jolt through both of us. Clarissa's eyes widened in surprise, while I quickly masked any visible reaction.

"Mother..." I muttered under my breath, already sensing the disruption she might cause to the carefully laid plans.

The door swung open before I could respond, and Elysia Ashwood, my mother, stepped into the room with her usual happy-go-lucky smile as she jumped into my arms with practiced grace, embracing me tightly. Her snow-white hair cascaded over my shoulder as she pulled me close, her eyes sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief.

"Samael, my darling," she purred, her voice soft and affectionate. "I've missed you."

I returned her embrace, though my mind was racing to keep up with the abrupt shift in the situation. Elysia Ashwood was many things—fierce, unpredictable, and incredibly powerful—but subtlety was not her strong suit. If she sensed the tension in the room, she didn't show it.

"Mother," I greeted, managing a smile, "I'm in the middle of an important discussion."

Elysia pulled back slightly, her eyes flicking to Clarissa, who was doing her best to appear composed despite the sudden intrusion. My mother's gaze sharpened, and I could tell she was sizing up the situation with the same keen instincts that had kept our family safe for years.

"Oh, I see," Elysia said, her tone shifting from playful to serious. "I didn't mean to interrupt, darling." She turned to Clarissa, her smile warm but her eyes calculating. "You must be Clarissa. That pig's eldest daughter, What are you doing here?"

Clarissa stiffened at my mother's words, her composed facade momentarily cracking. The tension in the room thickened as Elysia's gaze bore into her, assessing and judging with the same ruthless efficiency she applied to everything in her life.

"Mother," I said sharply, stepping between them, "Clarissa is here as an ally. We're working together to stop her father."

Elysia's eyes didn't leave Clarissa, but her expression softened slightly, though I could still sense the underlying mistrust. "An ally, you say? Interesting." She finally turned to me, her gaze questioning. "But, I can easily squish that pig without any need to even lift my finger. So why bother involving her?"

Elysia's words hung in the air, a clear display of her overwhelming confidence and disdain for Clarissa's father. It was no secret that my mother held a particular loathing for him, and in her eyes, involving his daughter in our plans must have seemed unnecessary at best, a liability at worst.

"Because this isn't just about brute strength, Mother," I replied, keeping my voice calm and measured. "It's about strategy. Clarissa knows her father's operations better than anyone. She can provide us with insights that even you might overlook."

Elysia raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "And you trust her? After all, she's been a part of?"

I didn't hesitate. "I do. Clarissa has proven herself already by coming to us and offering her help. She has as much to lose in this as we do."

My mother regarded me silently for a moment, her piercing gaze searching my face for any sign of doubt. Then, slowly, she nodded, her expression softening just a fraction. "Very well, Samael. If you believe she's trustworthy, then I'll stand by your decision.

But know this, Clarissa,"—she turned to the young woman, her voice carrying a deadly seriousness—"if you betray my son, there won't be a corner of this world where you can hide from me."

Clarissa met her gaze with a steady calm, though I could see the tension in her shoulders. "I understand, Lady Ashwood. But I assure you, my loyalty lies with Samael and the cause we're fighting for."

Elysia studied her for another long moment before finally stepping back, the intensity in the room easing slightly. "Good. Then we'll see this through together."

With that, my mother turned her attention back to me, her earlier warmth returning. "I trust you know what you're doing, Samael. Just remember, your family is here for you." She closed the distance between us and whispered, "And your lover too, I can't wait to 'ride' you."

A slight blush crept up my neck as my mother's words took a decidedly unexpected turn. Elysia's mischievous smile only grew wider as she saw my reaction, clearly enjoying the effect her teasing had on me.

"Mother, please," I muttered, trying to keep my composure, especially with Clarissa still in the room. Elysia's playful antics were nothing new to me, but this wasn't the time or place for them.

Elysia chuckled softly, giving me a light pat on the cheek. "Just remember, darling, life is too short to be all serious and no fun." She glanced over at Clarissa with a wink. "And don't worry, dear. I'll make sure not to interrupt again. For now."

"Mother, Take these files. They contained some evidence of experiments performed by Clarissa's father on innocent people. You might find them useful." I handed the files to Elysia, who accepted them with a raised eyebrow.

I continued, "The black file with no tag contains some 'special' project by him on Xandros Blackthorn..."

"The dead youngest prince? wasn't he announced dead years after his birth?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice laced with tension. "But there's more to it than what the public knows."

Elysia's eyes narrowed as she opened the black file, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a grim seriousness. The room felt charged with the weight of the revelations contained within those pages. Clarissa remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor, the reality of her father's actions hanging heavily in the air.

Elysia flipped through the pages, her expression growing darker with each passing moment. The file detailed experiments that were inhumane and horrific, conducted on Xandros Blackthorn—who was supposed to be dead. The truth was far more sinister. It revealed that Xandros had been kept alive in secret, subjected to gruesome experiments that twisted and distorted his very essence.

His body was used as a vessel to enhance Clarissa's father's dark ambitions, a fate worse than death.

"This is… monstrous," Elysia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew he was a cruel man, but this…"

Her words trailed off, unable to fully capture the depth of her disgust. She closed the file with a snap and looked at me, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and determination. "Samael, we cannot allow this to continue. This—this atrocity must be brought to light."

"That's why we need Clarissa," I explained, my voice firm. "She has access to places and information we wouldn't otherwise have. With her help, we can expose her father and put an end to his madness."

Elysia turned her gaze to Clarissa, her expression softening slightly. "I underestimated you," she admitted, her tone sincere. "It takes great courage to stand against your own blood, especially when they wield so much power."

Clarissa met Elysia's gaze with a mixture of defiance and resolve. "It's not just courage," she said quietly. "It's desperation. My father's actions have affected countless lives, and I can't stand by while he continues this madness."

Elysia nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of Clarissa's words. "I understand. We will need to tread carefully. This is more than just a matter of exposing his actions; it's about dismantling a dangerous network that has infiltrated many aspects of our kingdom."

"Oh! right, what about your remaining family? are they aware of the situation?" I asked Clarissa the question with a tone of concern.

"Yes, I told them to try and keep them out of father's reach. But it seems I was too late," Clarissa's voice faltered, and her eyes clouded with a hint of shame. "Alexandra and Raine were involved with my father helping him gather subjects to experiment on. My sisters were already taken to the safe house by my father and only my mother...

she had been in coma for quite a few years so at least she was safe." Clarissa's revelation weighed heavily on the room. Elysia's expression hardened further as she processed the implications of Clarissa's words.

"I understand," I said, trying to keep the situation in perspective. "But we still have a chance to intervene. We need to locate your family and make sure they're safe, especially if they're still under your father's influence or at risk from his machinations."

Clarissa nodded, her determination renewed. "I'll provide you with whatever information I have about their locations and any potential threats. My father's network is extensive, but we have to act swiftly."

Elysia turned her focus back to Clarissa, her voice resolute. "We will make this a priority. Protecting the innocents and dismantling the corruption within our kingdom is crucial. If your family is in danger, we'll need to plan a rescue and ensure their safety."

Clarissa's eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope. "Thank you. I appreciate your support more than you know."

Elysia gave a firm nod. "We'll start by securing the safe house and any other locations where your family might be. Samael and I will coordinate with our contacts to ensure we cover all possible angles."

I glanced at Clarissa, then back at my mother. "We should also consider the possibility of further traps or manipulations from your father. He won't hesitate to use his remaining resources against us."

Elysia's eyes sparkled with a fierce determination. "Then we'll outmaneuver him at every turn. This ends now."

As the discussion turned to detailed plans and strategies, the tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of purpose. Clarissa, though visibly exhausted, stood tall, her resolve steeled by the urgency of our mission.

With the files now in Elysia's hands and our course of action clear, we proceeded to map out the next steps. The revelation about Clarissa's family and her father's cruel experiments had shifted the stakes significantly. Our focus was now on a multi-pronged approach: rescuing Clarissa's family, exposing her father's heinous acts, and dismantling his influence within the kingdom.

As we began to outline the logistics and assign tasks, a sense of unity and determination filled the room. The challenges ahead were formidable, but with each of us committed to the cause, we were ready to face them head-on.

The conversation continued into the evening, filled with tactical discussions and planning. Clarissa contributed valuable insights about her father's operations and the layout of his strongholds, while Elysia and I worked to integrate this new information into our strategy.

By the time we wrapped up, the room was buzzing with a renewed sense of urgency. Our next steps were clear, and the path forward, though fraught with danger, was now illuminated by our shared determination to see justice done and protect those who were vulnerable.

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[To Be Continued]

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