I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 350: Maria Vs Merisa

"Why are you stopping us?" Sofia suddenly spoke, her voice cutting through the suffocating stillness. As she looker at Merisa who turned her head as looking at Razeal..

From the very moment this woman had appeared, Sofia had been watching her closely. And yet, no matter how much she looked, she couldn’t find a crack. Not even the smallest change in expression. Not a flicker of emotion. Her face was like still water calm, cold, and impossibly deep.. As if she just doesn’t feel any emotions or whatsoever.

"I came here to take my son."

Merisa answered plainly as still looking at Razeal. Calmly. As if stating something inevitable.

"And," she added, her gaze shifting slightly, settling back on Sofia, "to see my daughter-in-law."

Her eyes moved over Sofia from head to toe.. not rudely, not judgmentally, but with a quiet, assessing precision that made Sofia’s skin prickle.

"As i thought.. I should at least meet her."

Sofia felt it then.

That pressure.

It wasn’t killing intent. It wasn’t hostility. It wasn’t even anger.

It was presence.

Just standing in front of this woman made Sofia feel... small. Not weak.. but like as if judged.. Like scared to be judged low.. As this women judgement towards her is important.. Which she couldn’t really understand.. She had stood before her father countless times, had faced the authority of Atlantis itself, yet she had never felt this kind of weight pressing against her chest.

And then she heard the words again.

To take my son?

Her fingers curled unconsciously.

She didn’t know where this women intended to take Razeal to.. but she knew one thing clearly she didn’t want it to happen. Not like this. Not without his consent atleast.

But she also knew the truth.

She couldn’t stop her.

No matter how strong Sofia was, no matter her status or anything... Currently as she is now? She had no chance against this woman. Not even close. That realization burned quietly inside her, tight and suffocating.

Before Sofia could speak again, Merisa met her eyes once more.

"You may not see me as your mother-in-law," Merisa suddenly said evenly. "But I do see you as my daughter in law."

The words landed heavier than Sofia expected.

"That," Merisa continued, "is why I want to say a few things to you."

Her gaze shifted.. briefly to Razeal, then returned to Sofia.

"As his mother," she said, "and as a woman."

Sofia felt her heartbeat quicken.

"You married him," Merisa went on. "But there are also things you should know about as you want to spend your life with..?"

The water around them felt colder.

"Do you know what he has done?"

Her eyes lingered toward Razeal again, and for the first time since she appeared, something flickered there.. Sadness and small guilt which she zuppressed almost instantly.

"Because if you did," Merisa said quietly, "I don’t think you would have made the decision you made."

Sofia’s brows knit together.

She genuinely didn’t understand what Merisa was talking about.

"I honestly don’t want to do this," Merisa said next, and this time the hesitation was unmistakable. Her voice remained steady, but something beneath it strained. "Afterall he is my son. And what had happened... was just a mistake.. Maybe because he was too young to understand what he was doing."

"But a mistake is still a mistake.. And it did happened."

Her fingers tightened slightly, then relaxed.

"He had improved himself and clearly learned from his mistakes, which I can see and which I am truly proud of.

"That is also why.. i.." She paused "it just feels wrong for me to do this, since it wouldn’t matter anymore.. Since it was matter of past."

She inhaled slowly.

"But still as his wife," Merisa continued, "you have the right to know who he was."

Her gaze sharpened again, resolute now.

"As this is not something small. It is serious."

"That’s why I want to tell you."

She paused.

"So that you can decide.. after knowing everything whether you still want to stand beside him."

Her eyes darkened.

"I refuse to be a mother who hides her son’s mistakes and lets them destroy someone else."

Sofia’s confusion deepened.

"What mistake?" she asked slowly.

Her voice was calm, but her chest felt tight now, her thoughts racing. There was something different in Merisa’s expression subtle, but unmistakable. Regret, Sadness, Guilt? And beneath it... resolve. Like someone preparing to do something they hate, but believed was necessary.

Merisa’s lips trembled.

For a moment, she didn’t speak.

She closed her mouth, pressed her lips together, then shut her eyes entirely. Just for a few seconds but those seconds stretched unbearably long.

When she opened them again, there was no hesitation left.

Only decision.

Her lips parted.

"H.. he actually.."

But before she could complete it.

"STOP IT."

Maria’s voice tore through the moment like a blade.

And suddenly

Everyone froze.

Maria was still standing to Sofia’s right, her head lowered bitting her lips slightly.. Looking not with fear, but with something sharper. Anger and Pain.

Merisa stopped mid-sentence.

The words she had been about to speak vanished into silence.

Slowly, Merisa turned her head.

Her gaze shifted from Sofia... to Maria.

"What?" Merisa asked calmly.

Her eyes were unreadable again, but the air around her seemed to tighten.

"You have something to say?"

Sofia turned sharply toward Maria, shock flashing across her face.

Maria didn’t look up.

"Stop it," Maria said again, her voice lower now, strained. "Don’t say it."

The words sounded more like an order then like a plea.

Merisa studied her.

For a moment, it seemed as if she might speak again, might push through despite Maria’s interruption. But something stopped her.

She looked back at Maria fully now.

Sofia stared between the two women, her confusion deepening, unease settling into her chest like a stone.

"What are you talking about?" Sofia asked, her voice tense. "Maria?"

Maria still didn’t lift her head.

"Don’t," she repeated quietly.

Maria still didn’t lift her head.

"Don’t," she repeated quietly.

The word came out soft, almost fragile.. but there was something beneath it. Not weakness. Resolve. A thin, trembling resolve that had been forced out of fear rather than confidence.

Sofia paused.

She had heard Maria speak coldly, sharply, mockingly. She had seen her irritated, being annoying, sarcastic. She had seen her glare, argue and provoke her for no reasons even all that fucked up stuff. But she had never never.. seen Maria like this.

Her head lowered. Her shoulders stiff. Her voice restrained, as if one wrong breath would shatter something inside her.

This wasn’t arrogance.

This was fear.

And not the shallow kind.

It was the kind of fear that came from knowing exactly how powerless you were.. and choosing to speak anyway.

Sofia’s gaze lingered on Maria longer than she realized. Something inside her shifted. Unease crept in, slow and heavy, settling in her chest.

Wanting to know what happened? And what she doesn’t want her to know?

Merisa remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she spoke.

"You are the daughter of the Grave family, correct?"

Her voice was still calm and even. Still stripped of emotion. But now, there was attention in it.. focused on her

Maria though didn’t answer.

Her head remained bowed, her eyes fixed on the water beneath them.

Merisa studied her.

"You’re clearly scared to even look at me," Merisa continued calmly. "You won’t even meet my eyes, yet you’re trying to stop me?"

Her gaze stayed steady on Maria. She could see it clearly now.. if Merisa hadn’t restrained her.. As ristricting her to move her body down to her neck, Maria’s whole body would probably be trembling. And yet, she still dared to speak, as if ordering her to stop.

Merisa though didn’t get angry.

Maria still didn’t speak or raise her head.

"You know what I’m saying is necessary, right?" Merisa asked. "What he did... she has the right to know. Don’t you think so?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Then why are you trying to stop me?"

"Yes, she should know," Maria suddenly said. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked back at Merisa. Her voice was still fearful.. obviously so. She was certain that Merisa could kill her in a single moment if she decided Maria didn’t need to exist anymore. And Maria also knew no one would be able to save her if that happened but still she continued. "But I don’t think it’s your right to tell her," she looked at her. "It’s his right to tell her about his past. Not yours."

Merisa went silent.

She only looked at Maria.

From Maria’s eyes alone, she could see everything the fear, the hesitation, the sheer effort it was taking for her to stand here and not break down. Maria was terrified. Completely aware of the danger she was in.

And still... she said it.

For several seconds, neither of them spoke. Merisa just calmly looked at her. Maria didn’t break eye contact either, even though her whole body was screaming at her to look away.

"And you believe he will?" Merisa asked calmly.

"No," Maria answered immediately.

"And do you know why?" Merisa asked again.

Maria bit her lips. "Because he never admitted he did it," she said.

Merisa’s expression didn’t change. "Do you believe in that he didn’t?"

"I... I don’t believe it..." Maria replied straight, but suddenly she closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. She took a light breath, finally gathering the courage to say what she had wanted to say for so long.

"But... I want to believe what he said. He said he never did it," Maria finally said, looking at Merisa calmly.

Razeal, who was still floating in one place, some distance away from her, couldn’t see her. He couldn’t even move his head but he definitely heard what she had just said.

She had said it, yet no expression appeared on his face. Though his pupils moved slightly. After all, this was the first time the first time ever someone had said something like this in front of him.

He didn’t even know what to feel about it... honestly.

"You don’t believe it... but you want to believe what he said?"

Merisa repeated Maria’s words slowly, as if tasting them. Her voice remained calm, almost detached, yet there was a subtle edge now an analytical sharpness, like a blade held close to skin but not yet drawn.

She shook her head faintly, deep violet hair drifting with the movement in the still water.

"Do you even understand what you’re saying?" Merisa continued, her eyes steady on Maria."Your first statement is clear. You believe he did it. That belief is firm. But what comes next..." She paused, her gaze shifting briefly.. just briefly toward Razeal before returning to Maria. "That sounds like something else entirely."

"It sounds like half-belief," Merisa said. "Or perhaps a belief you are forcing yourself to hold. Something you are saying because you want him to hear it?"

"No, it’s not that," she said, her voice low but immediate. "It’s just... he said he didn’t."

Merisa’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

"You just said you believe he did it," Merisa replied, her words precise. "You cannot hold both as truth at same time."

Maria’s jaw tightened.

"I want to believe him," she said again, this time with more force, as if pushing the words through something heavy in her chest. "I’ve been on his side for a while now. I’ve watched him.. Closely."

Her head lifted a fraction more, eyes no longer avoiding Merisa’s gaze.

"I’ve seen what kind of person he is."

She inhaled, then spoke.. no hesitation now, no softness.

"He’s arrogant. Prideful. Stupid at times. Brainless, Cruel, Heartless, Mannerless." Her voice didn’t shake. It sharpened. "He’s calculating, Narcissistic, Toxic.. Exploitative."

Sofia’s brows knit together, confusion deepening as she looked from Maria to Razeal, then back to Merisa, struggling to grasp what was unfolding.

Maria continued.

"He doesn’t care about himself. About his pain. His suffering. He treats his own life like something disposable." Her lips pressed together briefly before she went on. "He’s barbaric. He never shows people that he cares. He never admits it. He acts like he doesn’t feel anything..."

"As if he’s trying to make people stay away. As if he’s desperate to keep everyone at a distance. Like letting someone close would cost him something he can’t afford to lose."

"But that?" Her eyes hardened again as they locked back onto Merisa. "That thing you’re talking about? That crime? That act?"

She shook her head.

"He’s not that. He’s definitely not."

Her voice dropped, quieter now, but heavier.

"If he were... I would’ve seen it."

There was silence after that. A dense, suffocating pause.

Merisa watched her carefully, her expression unchanged, but something unreadable moved behind her eyes.

"Well," Merisa said at last, her voice calm, almost reflective, "I suppose I should be pleased."

"He built an image for himself convincing enough to make someone like you say this," Merisa went on. "To trust him.. even after judgment was passed. Even after guilt was proven."

Her gaze drifted again to Razeal, restrained and silent, then back to Maria.

"If that is the case," Merisa said, "then perhaps my punishment was not meaningless after all."

Her tone did not soften.

"Painful as it was," she continued, "it seems to have shaped him. If nothing else, it created a version of him capable of inspiring this kind of loyalty."

Maria frowned at her words.

"No," she said suddenly. "I didn’t say i believe he’s guilty or not.. I won’t atleast not until I make sure myself."

The words cut through the tension, abrupt and resolute.

Merisa turned fully toward her now.

"So," Merisa asked calmly, "you do not trust the Imperial judgment? Nor the Holy verdict?"

Maria didn’t answer.

At that, Maria said nothing. Even she wasn’t sure what she truly wanted. She herself was tangled in confusion.

"Sigh... He finally seems to be moving on. After everything trying to change himself. Let him be. Just stop interferinggg."

"Like Stop destroying his life even more, or trying to drag him back to the same mistake he already made. You’re doing nothing good here... just ruining your own son’s life, which is already in shambles."

Maria finally spoke, biting her lips lightly.

Merisa didn’t respond, only looked at her quietly.

Then she spoke again

"So you are trying to stop me," she said. "From doing what is right."

She gestured faintly toward Sofia.

"She has every right to know. And as a woman, I think even you understand that. What I’m doing is the right thing."

Maria lowered her head again.

She didn’t argue or deny it.

Because she had thought the same thing.. countless times during their journey. She had considered telling Sofia herself. Warn her... just to remind Sofia of what kind of person he truly was.

Merisa watched her silence and nodded faintly, as if reaching a conclusion.

She shifted her gaze back to Sofia, clearly preparing to continue. As about to ignore maria completely.

But just then

Maria spoke again.

"What is more important to you?" Maria said, her voice trembling but firm. "Right or wrong... or your son’s life? Let’s say.. even if he did it? it was just a mistake. So stop it already. He didn’t even do it. And even if he did, he already received his punishment. How much more do you want to torture him? Just let him live his life. He has the right to live too. No one gives you the right to punish him again after he’s already suffered for what he’s done. What’s the point if you keep doing this anyways? Just trying to belittle him or something? Punishing him for same mistake for whole life?"

Her words started coming faster now, like she was afraid if she stopped, she wouldn’t be able to continue.

"Like what’s eve the point... if you keep doing it again and again? Now trying to humiliate him and destroy his whole image in front of.. Someone he just married? Its not even one day. Like this is just over the limits."

Maria’s voice slowly lowered, suppressed by emotion. "Just forgive him already... He doesn’t deserve this much."

Her head stayed down.

Merisa heard her words.

She didn’t interrupt or showed any reaction.

She just simplystood there.

Calm, Still and still Unmoved.

No one said anything after that either.

Silence spread between them thick, suffocating, heavy enough that even breathing felt loud. The water around them felt still, frozen, like even the ocean itself was waiting.

Seeing the silence stretch on, Maria slowly raised her head, confusion flickering through her eyes.

What happened?

But just as her chin lifted

"I’ll choose right or wrong over my son’s life."

Merisa’s voice suddenly cut through the silence cleanly, coldly.

Maria froze mid-motion.

"A wrong and disgusting kind of son would only hurt and dirty people around him," Merisa continued, her tone steady, emotionless. "That kind of existence has no value.. Better be dead."

Even Razeal froze.

He was already restrained, already unable to move, but those words locked something deeper inside him. He wasn’t even able to react outwardly.

He just smiled internally.

Of course. What’s new?

Mother talking about killing her son? What’s new to him anyway?

His crimson eyes dimmed slightly.. Like something that had already been dead for a long time was confirmed again.

Even Sofia stood stunned.

Her mouth parted slightly as she stared at Merisa, disbelief written clearly across her fac