Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Chapter 284

"Mireille, are you free now?"Mireille stopped near the edge of the platform, her icy-blue eyes tracking his posture before she gave a single, unhurried nod. "Yes."

"And I’m here to watch," Cyra said, stepping up onto the raised observation ledge and resting her hand casually on Arya’s shoulder. She turned her gaze toward Daphne and Annalise, formally acknowledging the high-ranking women present. "Councilor Annalise. Dr. Virellith."

Mireille did the same, offering a brief but disciplined nod to the Council members before she returned her gaze to Zaeryn. Moving with her natural elegance, she walked directly into the deep-ground hall from the observation gallery, her boots clicking softly against the packed soil.

Daphne let out a long, heavy sigh, her fingers adjusting the front of her lab coat as her violet eyes narrowed on Zaeryn with genuine concern. She stepped closer to Zaeryn.

"When did you decide on this, my favorite walking disaster?" she asked, her voice dropping low, a private murmur meant just for him. "And did the High Commander even agree to it? Do you understand that Mireille’s baseline output is entirely out of your league right now? Wielding Tier 2, doesn’t mean you’re ready to be physically dismantled by a veteran powerhouse."

Zaeryn shoved his hands into his pockets and kept his shoulders loose. He wasn’t worried about getting hurt. If anything, the opposite was true. Mireille was exactly the kind of opponent he needed, the kind that would force every latent weakness in his copied toolkit out into the open. He had learned by now that the fastest improvements he ever made came out of high-pressure conflicts he had no business winning.

"I didn’t speak to the High Commander about it," he said. "But I can handle a simple sparring session with Mireille. I should be able to. I’m a Tier 2 now."

Daphne shot him a look that said she found that answer about as reassuring as a corrupted data log. "That’s irresponsible of you," She held his gaze for a moment longer, tracking his absolute lack of hesitation, then seemed to accept that her charming parasite was completely unyielding.

She grabbed his face and kissed him. And then she turned her attention to the vast floor below and keyed the amplification deck.

Cyra looked at Arya eyes wide, "Uh, did she just...?" she whispered. Seeing the chief scientist kiss Zaeryn was not what she expected.

Arya nodded. "Yep. Now let’s just shut about it."

Zaeryn turned to Annalise. "Hey, wish me luck."

Annalise smiled. "Good luck and be careful, it’s against Mireille and she’s better than you at the moment."

"We are both tier 2, so I’m not that far from her level," Zaeryn responded.

"Mireille," Daphne called down, her melodic voice carrying clinical authority across the open space. "Ensure you hold back. It’s a standard spar—try not to break our prized subject."

Out on the dark bedrock, Mireille acknowledged the instruction with a simple, "Understood." she said, her silver braid resting perfectly still as she waited.

Daphne moved to the console integrated into the gallery’s edge, her fingers executing a flawless sequence of voice overrides. Somewhere beneath them, a heavy mechanical hum answered. The entire observation gallery countered the air, shuddering faintly as the massive structure pulled back along its anchored tracks, putting a widening stretch of empty space between the glass and the bedrock below.

When the matrix settled, the combat floor sat significantly lower, rendering the two solitary figures small against the stark, packed expanse.

She swiped another command across the display. The wide double doors to the gallery slid shut behind them, the heavy plating sealing flush against the frame with a soft, pressurized click that Zaeryn felt vibrate through his boots even from the steps.

"This will ensure we have a wide and clear view of them. And also this should remain sealed while they engage," Daphne said, half to herself, half to the room. "We’re all well aware of Mireille’s Aura. I have no intention of letting her ambient aura warp our sensor arrays."

"Oh yeah, bad memories please keep it closed," Cyra said, she sounded traumatized.

"It’s not that bad." Arya said, deadpan, "You just need to get used to it. And I got used to it... the hard way."

Annalise stepped forward, the easy, casual warmth entirely gone from her face as she gripped the rim of the console.

"But Zaeryn is going to be down there, inside it," Annalise said, her eyes wide as she tracked his silhouette against the dark bedrock. "With absolutely no buffer filtering her aura." She looked from the sealed layout to the figures below, her voice tightening with a raw, protective anxiety that had nothing to do with Council protocol. "Daphne, I think we should terminate this spar immediately. It’s an unacceptable risk. All it takes is a single fraction of a second where Mireille miscalculates her threshold, and he’ll be the variable caught inside the siphoning radius. That’s not a dataset worth tracking over an unranked sparring match."

Daphne didn’t answer right away. She watched Zaeryn through the smart-glass, cataloging the relaxed rotation of his shoulders and the fluid, unbothered stance of a predator completely eager to test his boundaries. A subtle, rare softness flickered behind her violet eyes, though she kept it anchored firmly beneath her scientific composure.

"No," Daphne said finally. Her voice was smooth, but the delivery held zero hesitation. "He needs this fight."

Daphne had thought of this already. At first she thought it was insanity for him to fight Mireille. She wasn’t going to let it happen. But then she realized who he was. He was not just annoying. This was Zaeryn.

"Are you sure?" Annalise asked.

"I’ve analyzed his data. More thoroughly than anyone else in this Citadel has." She turned to face her fellow Councilor, her posture radiating absolute, unshakeable confidence. She smiled, "This charming parasite doesn’t trigger real biological leaps in comfortable environment parameters. His cells only recalibrate when an external force violently compresses his neural threshold.

Every genuine evolution he’s manifested has emerged from a conflict he logically should have lost. Restricting him to safe baselines guarantees his progression stays stagnant. Stand him across from an absolute powerhouse like Mireille, and he will find an adaptive response we can’t even predict."

She let the calculation settle over the console before her tone softened into something meant to reassure.

"And I haven’t cleared this integration blindly. Mireille might be above his league but her self-control is absolute. She understands her own strength perfectly, and she will pull her strikes for him, I’m as certain of that metric as any verified diagnostic. And even if a current spikes or a sequence destabilizes... we have a master-level healer stationed at the secure lift. I cross-checked the deployment logs myself before we descended; I wouldn’t have authorized this contact otherwise."

That last variable seemed to reach Annalise. She gave a nod and folded her arms against the window to watch."You really have calculated every parameter of this," Annalise murmured quietly.

"I map every single variable," Daphne said, her lips curving into that characteristically sharp, proprietary smirk that was there and gone in a heartbeat. "Especially the ones that involve our fascinating anomaly."