Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes Chapter 9 : The Return

The world shook.

It started as a low hum, like distant thunder rolling under the earth. My cradle rattled, the windows quivered, and dust drifted down from the ceiling beams.

Then ca the pressure.

Heavy. Suffocating. Like the air itself wanted to sink into the mattress and never rise again.

My HUD flickered wildly.

[Warning: Catastrophic mana disturbance detected.]

[Distance: 12.4 kiloters.]

[Source: Unknown.]

Unknown? No. I knew. I felt it.

Mother.

The room door slid open, Darius striding inside. His eyes were sharp, but his jaw was tight—like a man trying to swallow steel.

He picked up carefully, almost awkwardly, as though I might break. His arms were strong, steady, but his chest… his chest trembled with every breath.

The tremors in the ground grew stronger. From far away ca the faintest sound—a roar, no, a scream. Not one voice, but many. A whole city crying out.

I whimpered, baby-instinct overriding the adult in my head. My tiny fingers dug into Darius’ shirt.

For once, he didn’t tell to be strong. He didn’t bark like a general. He just held tighter, staring out the window toward the horizon, where the faint glow of fire lit the night sky.

“She’s unleashed it,” he muttered under his breath. “Selene…”

The ground quaked again. Sowhere, glass shattered. My HUD blared warnings I couldn’t silence.

Darius’ hand gripped his sword hilt, not to draw it, but to steady himself. His other hand curled around , pressing to his chest, shielding from the tremors.

For the first ti, I felt it—not just fear of monsters, nobles, or fate.

Fear of my own mother.

And yet, beneath it all, a small part of whispered: If that’s the power I might inherit… then the world has no idea what’s coming.

The tremors had faded, but the air was still heavy when the door finally opened.

Selene stepped inside.

Her cloak was torn, her hair tangled, her skin pale. Mana still clung to her like smoke after a fire, thick and oppressive. But her steps were slow. Weary.

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Exhausted.

Darius stood in the center of the room, his sword leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. His face was carved from stone, but his eyes… his eyes tracked her every movent.

Neither spoke at first.

Selene’s gaze dropped to the floor. Blood still stained the hem of her dress. Her hands trembled as she reached for the cradle—then froze when she saw Darius holding .

“I…” Her voice cracked, then steadied. “I couldn’t stop.”

Darius’ jaw tightened. The silence stretched until it was suffocating. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and heavy.

“Greythorne is gone.”

Selene’s shoulders shook. She lowered her head, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. “…They threatened our children, Darius. Laughed at them. At him.” Her eyes lifted then, blazing despite the tears. “I will never forgive that. Never.”

For a mont, I thought Darius would explode, rage at her, call her reckless, accuse her of starting a war. But instead, he simply exhaled through his nose, slow and rough.

He stepped forward and placed in her arms.

“Hold him,” he said.

Selene blinked, confused. She gathered close, her tears dripping onto my blanket. My tiny hand brushed her cheek, and she clutched tighter, burying her face against my head.

Darius watched us both, his eyes hard but his voice softer than I’d ever heard.

“If you lose yourself,” he said, “then let them be your anchor. Elara. Rooga. Rember that you are their mother first… and the world’s strongest magician second.”

Selene’s sob shook her whole body. She nodded, pressing her lips to my forehead. “…I know. I promise.”

The house was silent again, but it was a different kind of silence—heavy, but alive.

And in that silence, I understood sothing.

My mother could shatter cities. My father could stand against nations. But in the end, the thing that truly bound them wasn’t sword or magic.

It was family.

The next day, the house was quieter than I’d ever felt it. Even the servants tiptoed, their faces pale, whispers darting like shadows in the halls.

Elara ca ho from training early. Her wooden practice sword still clung to her back, but her steps were hesitant, cautious. She looked around, confused by the tension.

“Mother? Father?” she called.

Selene was sitting near my cradle, stroking my hair with absent hands. She looked tired, drained, her silver hair unkempt in a way I had never seen before.

Elara froze in the doorway. Her gaze dropped to Selene’s stained cloak, to the faint tremble in her fingers.

“…It’s true,” Elara whispered.

Selene’s head lifted. “Elara—”

“I heard them talking outside,” Elara interrupted, her voice shaking. “The servants. They said Greythorne is gone. Completely gone. That you… you did it.”

Her fists clenched. “Is it true?”

Selene didn’t deny it. She only lowered her eyes. “…Yes.”

The silence that followed felt like a blade hanging between them.

Elara’s lips trembled. She stepped forward, her voice rising. “You destroyed a whole city! Everyone is talking about it! They’re terrified of you! Even Father… even Father was quiet!”

Her voice cracked, tears welling. “And yet… when I look at you, I don’t feel fear. I feel…” She swallowed, her fists still shaking. “I feel like I have to catch up. If you can be that strong, then I have no excuse to be weak!”

Selene’s eyes widened, tears of her own shimring. “Elara—”

Elara dropped to her knees beside the cradle, brushing my tiny hand with her finger. She smiled through her tears, fierce and trembling.

“I’ll protect him too, Mama. No matter what. Even if it ans swinging until my hands break, even if the whole world laughs at —I’ll beco strong enough to stand beside you. To stand beside Father. To protect Rooga.”

Selene’s tears finally spilled. She pulled Elara into her arms, cradling her against her shoulder. “My daughter… you don’t need to bear so much.”

But Elara only shook her head against her chest. “I want to. He’s my brother.”

Her eyes locked onto mine then—determined, fiery, unyielding.

And even as a baby, I understood.

Elara didn’t just see as family. She saw as her reason to fight.