Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby! Chapter 29 29: The Morning After a Magical Crisis

Morning ca far too quickly.

Sunlight stread through the now entirely missing windows of my room, illuminating the absolute wreckage that I had sohow managed to sleep in. Or more accurately, the remains of what used to be a room before I'd apparently decided to test the limits of reality itself.

I groaned, rolling over onto what was left of my bed, which was mostly just a pile of scorched blankets and stubborn mattress stuffing. Mara had sohow found an untouched chair to curl up in, and Elira had resigned herself to sleeping on a half-destroyed couch.

A maid peeked in, took one look at the ss, muttered sothing about needing a vacation, and left imdiately.

I sat up, rubbing my face. "Well, I guess I should go see how much trouble I'm in."

Mara stretched, yawning. "I'd say you're in 'accidentally destroyed a room' level of trouble, which for normal people would be a catastrophe. But since you live here?"

She gestured vaguely at the already smoldering remains of a shattered chandelier in the corner.

"You might just get a 'don't do it again' speech."

Elira groaned, sitting up as well. "She is still scheduled for magic training today, though."

Right. Magic training. Because that sounded like an absolutely fantastic idea after what had happened last night.

I sighed.

Standing up, I brushed dust off my nightgown and ntally prepared myself for whatever awaited outside.

There was a knock on what remained of my door.

"Princess?" a nervous voice called. "Her Majesty requests your presence in the eastern courtyard."

I exchanged a glance with Mara.

"Well," she said, standing up, "ti for you to go face your fate."

Elira straightened her uniform, still exhausted but clearly resigned to whatever insanity the day would bring. "We should go before the Empresses co looking for you."

A fair point. Being summoned was one thing. Being dragged was another.

I stepped over the wreckage of my once luxurious room and made my way down the hall, half-expecting to be t with horrified stares from the palace staff.

Instead?

Most of them looked… completely unbothered.

One maid nodded sympathetically as I passed.

A guard offered a respectful bow like nothing had happened.

A noble, mid-conversation, barely glanced at before continuing on.

I frowned. "Am I missing sothing?"

Elira cleared her throat. "You, um. You are not the first person to destroy part of the palace in a magical accident."

I blinked.

Mara smirked. "Your mom has blown up way more rooms than this."

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that made feel a little better.

I reached the courtyard, my shoes crunching lightly against the paved stone as I approached.

Verania was already there, arms crossed, standing next to Sylvithra. Both of them were watching as several terrified palace mages frantically reinforced the palace wards.

Sylvithra turned the mont I arrived.

"Elyzara."

I straightened instinctively. "Yes?"

She gave a once-over, scanning for… injuries? Signs of instability? A glowing aura of doom?

Verania sighed. "Well, you still have all your limbs. That's a good start."

Sylvithra shot her a look.

I hesitated. "So, am I in trouble, or…?"

Verania humd, tilting her head. "Not trouble, exactly."

Sylvithra folded her arms. "More of a… growing concern."

Verania grinned. "Which is basically the sa thing."

Great. Fantastic. Wonderful news.

Sylvithra gestured for to step forward. "Your magic requires imdiate training."

I nodded. "That makes sense."

Verania smirked. "Because if you're going to start rewriting reality, you should at least be good at it."

Sylvithra exhaled sharply. "That is not—"

"You're telling I'm wrong?"

Sylvithra said nothing.

Verania's grin widened.

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Mara, standing behind , whispered in awe. "Your parents are terrifying."

I sighed. "I know."

Sylvithra turned back to . "You will begin with controlled exercises. We need to determine what your limits are—"

Verania interjected. "Or if you have any."

Sylvithra ignored her. "For today, we will start with elental control. You will practice manipulating a single elent at a ti."

That… actually sounded reasonable.

I nodded. "Alright. I can do that."

Sylvithra stepped aside, motioning toward a wide-open section of the courtyard, where several stone pillars had been arranged in a training formation.

Verania clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Don't blow up the palace."

I sighed. "I will do my best."

Sylvithra observed as I took my position in the training space.

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly cut stone and damp earth. The training courtyard was lined with stone pillars, arranged in careful formation, each one marked with runes ant to absorb magical impact.

Which, frankly, did not make feel any better.

I shifted uneasily, glancing between my parents, who were watching like an experint about to go horribly wrong. Verania stood with her arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips, while Sylvithra remained perfectly poised, her violet eyes calm yet entirely unreadable.

I, on the other hand, was about to embarrass myself in front of an audience.

"Uh," I said slowly, turning to Sylvithra. "So, just to clarify I have never actually used magic properly before."

Sylvithra blinked. "Yes. That is why we are here."

"Right, right," I muttered. "Just making sure you know that I do not know what I'm doing."

Verania grinned. "Oh, we know."

Great. Fantastic. Love the confidence.

Sylvithra stepped forward, raising a hand, and a series of glowing silver runes materialized in the air.

"Magic is not just energy," she explained, her tone precise. "It is an extension of will. A force directed by thought, emotion, and control."

I nodded like I understood.

I did not understand.

Sylvithra continued, weaving her fingers through the floating symbols. "Most mages harness elental forces through structured spells. However, your magic does not function by conventional rules."

"Yes," I muttered. "Because of course it doesn't."

Verania chuckled.

Sylvithra ignored . "You will begin by attempting simple elental summoning. Call the elent, hold it, and direct it outward in a controlled release."

I hesitated. "And… how do I do that?"

Sylvithra motioned toward the training pillars. "Focus. Reach inward and pull."

"Right," I muttered. "Just… pull."

Easy.

Probably.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and reached inward.

The weight of my magic stirred beneath my skin, heavy and vast, like an ocean stretching into an endless void. It didn't feel like normal energy. It didn't burn, it didn't spark it humd. It responded, waiting for command.

I focused on fire.

Sothing familiar. Sothing simple.

A warmth flickered at my fingertips, slow at first, then growing hotter, curling into a small, delicate ember.

Oh.

Oh, this was easy.

I cracked an eye open. A tiny glowing fla hovered in my palm, flickering harmlessly.

"Nice," I breathed. "I actually did—"

The fla roared to life.

A burst of golden fire exploded outward, twisting into a spiraling inferno, the force of it sending stumbling backward.

Verania laughed. "Excellent start!"

Sylvithra sighed. "Not quite."

I frantically waved my hands, trying to get the flas under control. The fire swirled wildly before finally snapping out of existence.

I coughed. "Okay. So that was… a bit much."

Sylvithra tilted her head. "Your magic does not simply 'summon.' It amplifies. Every elent you call forth is enhanced beyond normal limitations."

Verania looked far too excited. "So if she calls ice—"

I tried before she could finish.

The mont I reached for water, it ford instantly—then froze solid in midair, transforming into a massive spiked ice spear.

Verania grinned. "Perfect. Let's throw it at sothing."

Sylvithra gave her a look. "We are not throwing it at anything."

Verania raised an eyebrow. "Yet."

Sylvithra exhaled. "Elyzara. Again. This ti, focus on containnt."

I nodded, closing my eyes, trying again.

The system chid.

[ Magic Mastery Update: 5% ]

[ Analysis: Your control has slightly improved. You are now 5% less likely to accidentally cause catastrophic damage. Progress. ]

I sighed. "Oh, fantastic."

Verania peered over my shoulder. "What's fantastic?"

"Nothing," I muttered quickly, waving the system screen away before she could start asking dangerous questions.

"Alright," I said, bracing myself. "One more ti."

I reached inward again, calling for fire. This ti, I held it. The fla curled in my palm, contained, steady. It was still too big, too powerful, but it was no longer raging out of control.

Sylvithra nodded. "Better."

Verania bead. "Now, let's make it bigger."

Sylvithra glared. "Verania."

Verania smirked. "I'm joking. Mostly."

I sighed, dismissing the fire and rolling my shoulders. "Okay. That's… not as terrible as I expected."

Sylvithra tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You will need continuous practice. For now, we will begin structured drills to reinforce your control—"

Verania clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Or we could spar."

Sylvithra stared at her. "No."

Verania pouted. "Why not?"

"Because she is still a child."

Verania tilted her head. "She just almost burned down the palace. I think she's ready."

Sylvithra's eyes narrowed. "I will handle her training. Properly."

Verania sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if she sets sothing on fire, I'm saying 'I told you so.'"

I sighed. "You're both insane."

Sylvithra adjusted her sleeves. "And you are our child."

Unfortunately, she had a point.

Mara, watching from the sidelines, whispered, "Your family is terrifying."

I sighed. "I know."

Magic training had just begun, and already, I had a feeling I was not going to survive this.