Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 746: Kira and Rika

Throughout the entire conversation, the experts remained positioned against the wall, maintaining a courteous quiet. Once the atmosphere calmed, the assembly stirred. A striking woman clad in a charcoal suit advanced first, dipping her head respectfully toward Kaiden.

"Lord Ashborn. We regret intruding upon your private chambers tonight. Lady Vespera ordered us to attend the official announcement, and we realize our being here amid your family's intimate time was unintended."

Kaiden eyed the lineup behind her. Fourteen in total. He spotted just three males.

'Nearly all females,' he thought to himself, curious if this was by design or if the Shadow Monarch naturally drew allegiance from women.

"It’s fine," Kaiden replied. "Thank you for coming."

Introductions proceeded swiftly. One senior legal expert. A pair of tactical consultants. Three combatants whose names rang familiar from Association leaderboards. Each advanced, offered a brief bow, and stepped back into line. Sleek, streamlined, and obviously seasoned in serving the Shadow Monarch.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Excuse us..."

"Come in," Kaiden invited.

Talia and Tessa came in bearing trays. Wine glasses lined up precisely, an ancient and costly-looking bottle, plus an assortment of bite-sized dishes that hinted at a deliberate plunder of the guild's kitchen.

They halted at the threshold.

Talia's gaze locked onto Kaiden immediately. For months she'd known him, seen him evolve from total novice to the competition's hottest sensation. She'd always sensed his uniqueness.

But Ashborn? That was news to her.

Her eyes shifted from Kaiden to the experts, then to Vespera cradling Alice still, and her tray sagged an inch before she steadied it.

Tessa fared even poorer. Nova Circuit's head, who'd gambled on a nameless F-tier contender and handed him his debut gig, froze in the entryway, staring at Vespera Ashborn like a branch supervisor beholding a Fortune 500 exec popping up in the lounge.

'She's been inside my guild hall,' Tessa's expression screamed, claiming Runewoven's space as equally hers. 'The Shadow Monarch graces my guild hall, and now I'm set to offer her treats.'

Kaiden caught the expression and instantly yearned to salvage things.

"Tessa. Talia." He grinned. "The wine looks great."

Talia bounced back quickest. She traversed the room, placed the tray on the table despite a minor shake, and faced Kaiden with eyes still readjusting her entire view of him.

"So." Talia's tone stayed cautious. "Ashborn."

"Ashborn," Kaiden affirmed.

"Your mother is Vespera Ashborn."

"She is."

"The Vespera Ashborn. The Shadow Monarch."

"The one and only."

Talia fixed him with a stare for three solid seconds, then filled a wine glass for herself and downed half in a single gulp.

Tessa lingered by the door, her tray now secured on a side table, her gaze darting from Vespera to Kaiden while she crunched numbers at lightning speed and hit staggering totals.

Vespera let go of Alice, who had at last released her grip, and pivoted toward the duo of guild heads. The gentle glow on her features from before snapped shut like a blind.

"I understand you have been working with my son for some time."

Tessa stood tall. "Lady Ashborn, we-"

"I’m grateful."

Those two words dropped plainly. Vespera offered no further words. No smile crossed her lips. She regarded Talia and Tessa—guild leaders who had opened doors for her son when everyone else dismissed him—and genuine thanks simmered under the chill.

Tessa blinked. Then astonishment surfaced.

"It’s us who should be grateful to your son, Lady Ashborn. He’s the one who-"

"I’d like to discuss operational matters with you both," Vespera pressed on, bypassing the emotion. "There is significant restructuring ahead."

Any praise Tessa meant to heap on Kaiden's feats vanished unspoken as the Shadow Monarch switched to dealings. In an instant, the guild leaders found themselves drawn into the talk without fully grasping the shift.

Kaiden observed their departure.

"Soooo~"

From his left, the voice rang out, and as Kaiden turned, twin girls stood there, their identical features impossible to dispute.

Perfectly matched in figure and utterly captivating in style, they were slender, long-legged beauties whose outfits turned every charcoal suit in the room into outdated relics. The twin on his left sported a cropped white top ending far above her navel, a layered silver chain that sparkled with each breath, and a high-waisted dark red pleated skirt hitting mid-thigh. Her counterpart on the right mirrored the shape but flipped the colors—a black crop top, gold chain, deep blue skirt—and both rocked heeled ankle boots.

What really caught his eye a second time was their hair. Split dye right down the center. Left twin: red on her left side, blue on her right. Right twin: blue left, red right. Perfectly mirrored. And those contacts—obvious ones, the flashy kind media folks flaunt as trademarks—followed suit. Red hair with blue eye. Blue hair with red eye. Each sister a flawless mirror image of the other, positioned together like twin aces from a deck.

A bulging designer tote dangled from the left twin’s shoulder, half-zipped open to reveal a compact mirror and a couple of lip glosses peeking out. The right twin clutched a tablet under her arm alongside a petite crossbody bag decked in enamel pins.

At some point amid the introductions, they’d peeled away from the business crowd, now positioned just two feet away with identical smirks radiating the vibe of women who’d anticipated this encounter all evening.

"Hi!" The left twin offered her hand. "I’m Kira, and this is my sister Rika. We’re from Pinnacle Productions." She hesitated. "Well, were from Pinnacle. It’s a subsidiary of New Dawn, but most of the leadership walked out tonight, so things are a little..."

"In flux," Rika chimed in brightly.

"In flux," Kira echoed. "Lady Vespera reached out to us personally a few days ago. Said she might have work for us soon."

Rika’s smile stretched even broader. "We quit within the minute."

"Literally the minute," Kira verified. "She hadn’t even finished the sentence."

Kaiden scanned the room. His mother stood in the distant corner with Talia, Tessa, and the other pros, the earlier warmth vanished from her expression. Her chin held steady as she talked, her listeners hanging on every word like troops under a commander reshaping battle lines. Full Shadow Monarch activation.

He shook his head and faced the twins again.

"I don’t know what you discussed with my mother, and I can’t promise you anything." He grasped Kira’s waiting hand for a shake, then Rika’s. "But it’s nice to meet you both."

Rika lit up. "We know everything about your content! Like, everything... We’ve studied your streams, your engagement patterns, your audience demographics, your..." She faltered, a light blush rising to her neck. "All of your content."

"All of it," Kira affirmed, drawing out ’all’ with a loaded glance.

Luna snorted from the couch. Calypso’s grin expanded.

"But that’s shop talk and shop talk is boring and it’s late and there’s wine and you just became the head of an entire bloodline, so." Kira seized Kaiden’s left arm. Rika took the right. Their holds synced perfectly, hinting at lifelong practice in tandem moves.

"Let’s leave the boring adults to their boring adult talk," Rika declared. "We have way more important things to discuss."

Kaiden eyed his girls. Nyx was on her feet, entertained. Luna’s brows arched high. Aria fixed on Kira and Rika clinging to his arms with yandere-level scrutiny, assessing dangers.

"Fair enough," Kaiden agreed, allowing the pull. Yet he wasn’t some easy mark or simp ripe for pretty girls’ games.

"Let’s hear the pitch."

"Hmm?" Kira smirked.

"Why should I care? What can you do for us?"

"Hehe~" Rika giggled.