Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 105: Did you call me, Darling~?
Chapter 105: Did you call me, Darling~?
With the strong smell of blood in his nose, Adam reached the spot where his mother, Alisha, was standing. He quickly dismounted; he hadn’t expected Migzar to attack just as he was riding by.
The horse snorted loudly as it came to a stop, its body still tense from the speed of the ride.
It was like some damn joke of fate.
The thought lodged in his mind with a bitter clarity, impossible to ignore.
...However, seeing the state she was in, he clenched his teeth and fists tightly, and blood began to drip. How had those bastards dared to hurt his mother?
His nails dug into his skin without his seeming to care, as if the physical pain were insignificant compared to what he was seeing.
Just by looking at his mother’s appearance, Adam could tell that she hadn’t been doing well at all and that she was carrying a heavy burden. That shouldn’t have happened.
Every wound, every mark, every trace of exhaustion was silent evidence that fed something dark inside him.
He had to be the one to bear all this; he owed it to her because of the way she died in her second life. Besides, she was his mother. Damn it! She shouldn’t be here!
The memory surfaced without warning, fragmented but clear enough to reinforce that conviction.
Adam’s eyes began to gleam. His original intention had been to conquer Migzar; now that thought was gone from his mind. He was going to wipe out every single one of them; it didn’t matter if there were innocents or if someone had nothing to do with it.
That idea took hold with absolute certainty, pushing aside every other consideration.
So what if there were innocents who had nothing to do with it? So what if he looked like a monster or a demon? Did he care?
He didn’t give a shit!
His mother had been hurt... now he wasn’t going to stand idly by; he was going to use all his strength.
Everyone in Migzar was going to die.
There was no room for doubt or nuance.
He was going to apply the old saying he’d heard in his first life—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—but in this case, it would be blood for blood.
The words echoed in his mind like a sentence—cold and final, with no turning back.
Adam pushed his thoughts aside and focused on his mother:
The whirlwind of ideas stopped abruptly, forcing him back to the present, to the state she was in.
"Mom, are you okay?"
His voice came out more restrained than he’d expected, as if he feared the answer.
Alisha let out a long, weary sigh:
The air left her lungs slowly, heavy with exhaustion and something deeper than mere physical fatigue.
"I’d be lying if I said yes—many people died because of them: innocents, soldiers, knights; I can even feel them speaking to me in the night. So I’m not doing well at all..."
Her words didn’t tremble, but they carried a weight that didn’t need her to raise her voice to be felt.
She paused, closing her eyes and then opening them again, before continuing:
That brief moment seemed enough to gather her strength, or perhaps to accept that she had to keep talking.
"However, now I finally understand the burden you carry on your shoulders; it’s not just about giving orders or devising a strategy; every decision is a matter of life and death..."
Her gaze never left him, as if she needed him to understand every word.
Adam remained silent, letting his mother unburden herself; he just had to listen to her, even as he felt his chest tighten and his throat close up.
Every word seemed to press against his insides, piling up with no way out.
Alisha continued:
Her voice didn’t falter, though something inside her was already beginning to break.
"It’s as if you were sending them yourself; if you send them to fight, it’s as if you were sending them to their deaths; if they survive, it’s purely by chance. Is it right to do something like that—to play with a person’s life? Aren’t we sinners just like everyone else?"
The question hung between them, heavy, without really seeking an immediate answer.
Adam could see the tears beginning to fall his mother’s cheeks and how she wiped them away. The sparkle that had once been in her eyes was nowhere to be found; it was as if that part of her had vanished.
That change was more shocking than any visible wound.
"Son... how do you manage to bear the weight of all those people’s lives? Now I ask you, my son, whom I have raised with so much love and with the greatest joy of my life: are you all right?"
Her final words were not a direct reproach, but something more intimate, more painful, as if she truly feared the answer.
"..."
Adam didn’t know how to answer that question right away; his mouth opened several times in search of the right words, but he couldn’t find any; it was as if his mind had short-circuited.
His thoughts collided with one another, jumbled, unable to form a clear answer.
He inhaled slowly, letting his lungs fill with air, then exhaled, allowing his mind to calm. He was going to be completely honest with his mother, who was looking for an answer right now.
The cold air entered, filling his chest, forcing him to focus on the present moment.
Then he began...
There was a brief pause, as if even the words hesitated to come out.
"No... I’m not okay."
His voice was softer than usual, but firm.
His fingers tensed slightly at his sides, but this time they didn’t bleed.
Even so, the tension was there, contained, latent.
"But you aren’t either right now. And yet... You made decisions."
Each word fell with weight, measured, with no intention of softening it.
Silence fell again, heavier than before.
The atmosphere between them grew thick, heavy with everything that wasn’t being said.
Adam took a step closer.
The distance between them narrowed, but the tension did not.
"That’s who we are. People who decide who lives... and who dies. That’s the burden we’ll always carry, since it’s our responsibility."
His gaze never wavered, fixed and unwavering.
The wind swept between them, gently rustling their clothes, as if trying to break something it couldn’t.
The soft sound of the fabric fluttering was the only thing that broke the silence.
"So it’s a sin we carry, but is it okay to do that?"
The question hung in the air, with no immediate answer.
A faint smile appeared on Adam’s face, but there was nothing warm about it.
It was an empty smile, devoid of comfort.
"Mom... we aren’t gods; we’re just doing the best we can for all these people who trust us. You don’t have to burden yourself with all those questions—it’ll just drive you crazy."
His words were direct, almost brusque, as if he wanted to nip any doubts in the bud.
He paused and continued:
His eyes didn’t waver, maintaining that almost impenetrable resolve.
"Besides, you’re losing sight of what’s important: we have to save my father and all these people. So, Mother, rest. I’ll take care of things from now on."
Adam left the room with his mother without waiting for her to answer. There was no need to continue that conversation; there was no reason for his mother to suffer like that.
...
A few moments later, standing on the city wall and surveying the city’s current state, Adam fell silent, letting the strong, metallic scent of blood fill his senses.
The wind carried that scent through the air, making it harder to ignore.
This view reminded him once again of the great war that had erupted across the continent and that, in just a few years, would break out once more.
The images flashed through his mind with unsettling clarity—fragments of destruction that seemed to repeat themselves over and over.
But that wasn’t what mattered right now, was it?
That thought quickly took hold, pushing aside any distractions.
The target now was Migzar, and he had the perfect person to take out several of them and sow terror.
The decision settled in his mind with absolute coldness.
"Synes"
The ancient demoness appeared with a flirtatious smile.
"Did you call me, Darling~?"
Her tone was light and playful, in contrast to the tense atmosphere.
Adam looked at her with a neutral expression:
His eyes reflected no emotion, only intent.
"Why ask the obvious? There’s no point in beating around the bush; let’s get to it. I want you to kill all humans who do not belong to the Tubor or Hall armies, but do not kill any innocents, unless they are identified as posing as one."
The words came out without hesitation, measured, as if they had been decided long before they were spoken.
The demoness Synes flashed a broad smile that seemed to light up the whole room:
"Just as one would expect from the man who won me over. You only make me want to have your children right now; you understand demonesses like me perfectly."
Her voice slipped out with obvious satisfaction, almost pride.
Adam remained silent for a brief moment, ignoring everything she said:
"I want them to die in the worst possible way; remember, this is only the beginning."
"Yes~!"
The response was immediate, almost enthusiastic.
Adam watched as the demoness skipped away to carry out her mission, a sadistic smile on his face, and shook his head.