Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 689: Admiration

Kaiden arched an eyebrow.

Just one, rising scarcely a centimeter. The remainder of his features stayed immobile.

“You know who my mother is.”

“I do.”

“That’s a very short list.”

“It is.” Eleanora made her way back to her seat, holding his tea, and positioned it in front of him with the tenderness of someone who had just disclosed a hazardous young man's greatest secret and desired him to enjoy a comforting drink as they delved into the matter. “Which ought to reveal my place in the hierarchy.”

Kaiden accepted the cup. The scent of chamomile and honey washed over him, calming yet ridiculously homely amid the situation. He took a sip.

‘She ranks higher than I thought,’ he mused. The Association was aware. He had long accepted that the Association knew. Governments wouldn't allow an Ashborn heir to roam unregistered without surveillance, and Kaiden had reconciled with that truth ages ago. Yet he had anticipated the details to reside in locked records managed by elite intel experts who'd never confront him directly.

The Senior Director of the Competition Division recognizing it instantly suggested she was far more than she appeared. A simple tournament overseer wouldn't require knowledge of such confidences, unlike Grace, say, who served as the Association Chairman’s Secretary.

“You’re not very surprised,” Eleanora noted.

“That the government knows who my mother is? No, of course not.” He placed the cup down. “That the woman running the entire tournament knows? That’s new information.”

She grinned at that. The real one, not the polished version.

“Did you know? I owe my life to Vespera Ashborn.”

The statement emerged plainly, devoid of fanfare.

“About seven years ago. Early days of the awakened era, back when the Association was still writing protocols on the fly and every field operation was a coin flip. I was running a survey assignment in a rift zone that had been classified as low-risk.” She paused. “It was not low-risk.”

She clasped her hands atop the table.

“My team was wiped in the first engagement. I spent two days pinned under rubble with a shattered femur and a communication artifact that couldn’t reach anyone. The rift had destabilized, the extraction window had closed, and the official assessment was that everyone inside was dead.”

Her gaze remained firm.

“Your mother walked into that rift alone. The Association had flagged the zone as compromised and actively discouraged entry. She went anyway, because she was interested in the monsters inside.”

Kaiden’s face showed no alteration, but a spark of understanding ignited in his eyes. He was well acquainted with the sort of woman his mother embodied.

“She wasn’t there for me,” Eleanora stated. “She was there because she smelled opportunity. A collapsing rift full of creatures that the government had decided were too dangerous to engage was, for Vespera Ashborn, a buffet. She walked in alone and she cleared the entire zone by herself.”

She paused.

“Finding me was incidental. I was buried under a slab of collapsed stone, half-dead, and she pulled me out, checked my pulse, told me that she wasn’t with the association so I should take care of myself because she was busy, and moved on. I don’t think she spent more than ten seconds on me.”

“My apologies... She can be a cold person at times,” Kaiden apologized, though he knew it was too little too late.

But instead... “Oh, there’s no need for that. No child should answer for the actions of their parents, and also, I admire her greatly.”

“Shouldn’t that reduce your admiration?” Kaiden asked with a raised eyebrow and a second sip of his tea.

Eleanora smiled.

“You’d think so.” She leaned back, and the posture carried the ease of a woman who’d had years to make peace with this particular contradiction. “I’ve been part of many rescue operations, Kaiden. I know how they work. The planning, the risk assessment, the careful deployment of teams with redundant safety protocols. I’ve seen brave people do brave things in service of saving lives, and I respect every one of them.”

She turned the teacup on the table between her fingers.

“But there is something breathtaking about a slim, graceful woman who walks into a zone that the government itself has written off, alone, because the things inside it are strong enough to be worth her time. No team. No backup. No extraction plan. Just appetite. Don’t you agree?”

Her voice carried something that lived between reverence and disbelief. “The public calls her a cold monster. The forums dissect her every move and find her lacking in warmth, in empathy, in all the qualities a woman is supposed to perform. And she has never once, in all the years I’ve watched her, shown the slightest indication that she cares.”

She paused for a moment, taking a second to breathe in and out.

“Your mother is the kind of person I always thought only existed in novels. The kind of character you read about and think, ’no real human being operates like this.’ And then you meet her, and she pulls you out of the rubble without breaking stride on her way to kill the next thing, and you realize that the novels were underselling it.”

Kaiden listened, and the expression on his face was complicated in ways he wasn’t offering to explain.

“I owe your mother my life,” Eleanora said. “She didn’t mean to save it. She was there for the monsters and I happened to be between her and one of them. But I’m alive because of that appetite the public despises her for, and my son has a mother because Vespera Ashborn is exactly the kind of person everyone says she is. Or at least...”

A sly smirk appeared on her features, “...the kind of person everyone says she is until her eldest son enters the picture, isn’t that right?”

Kaiden offered no reaction, which seemed to amuse the woman nonetheless.

Then she continued.

“So when I tell you that watching you grow into the man you’ve become fills me with genuine admiration, I want you to understand the lens through which I’m saying it.”

Kaiden observed the woman, and for once, he simply didn’t have a ready response. She was talking to a man who killed humans in cold blood just minutes ago. It was absurd to him.

“You grew up in a household that should have broken you,” Eleanora explained. “Cast out of a family that should have been your greatest advantage. And instead of becoming bitter or cruel or any of the other things that broken homes produce, you became...” She paused, searching for the word. “A gentleman.”

Kaiden blinked.

“A gentleman,” he repeated.

“I’m very aware of what you did today. Yet my statement stands.”

Her expression didn’t waver. “Do you know why?”

“I honestly have zero clue. To be honest, you’re not making much sense to me right now.”

Eleanora chuckled at that. “Your confusion is understandable. Let me try to explain.”

She leaned forward.

“You stood on that ridge surrounded by five women who would die for you, and every single one of them looked at you the way a person looks at someone they trust with their whole heart. That’s what I noticed.”

Before Kaiden could respond, she continued.