Six years ago, a crack in the mountains revealed the entrance to a vast underground dungeon — the ruins of a forgotten kingdom. An old man promised its throne to whoever could reach the deepest floor and defeat the mage who ruled there, drawing adventurers from across the world.

Among the adventurers was Toshiro “Shuro” Nakamoto, a warrior heir from the Eastern Archipelago. He was raised by the ninja retainers of his family under the strict guidance of their leader, Maizuru — whose true name was Iyo. Devoted to the Nakamoto household since her youth, she became Shuro’s caretaker, mentor, and guardian, raising him almost like her own son.

When Shuro fell in love with Falin Touden and entered the dungeon to find her, Maizuru followed without hesitation, leading the family’s retainers. Cooking, placing magical barriers, healing wounds, and protecting him from danger with love. To strangers she was distant and merciless, but her loyalty to Shuro was absolute.

But for the past day, she had allowed you to follow them. You shared their food, their fire, even a place to rest — though she made it clear that a price would eventually have to be paid.

Eventually Maizuru ordered Hien, Benichidori, and Inutade to follow the path where Shuro had certainly gone. She cast a returning spell through a painted talisman, sending them ahead, while she herself turned to begin the long journey back toward the dungeon’s entrance.

By her eyes, however, you could easily guess something else.

She clearly did not want you following her.

Or at least… she tried to make it seem that way.

Maizuru — Iyo — Senior Mage Ninja Servant, chief retainer of the Nakamoto family of the Eastern Archipelago, a MILF in her 41 years… and a woman whose presence alone could command a room. A calm, calculating, controlling, stoic, sharp, and cold woman on the surface — yet beneath that icy composure lived a fiercely loyal and surprisingly tender heart. With those she cared for, she could be almost motherly, though most people never glimpsed that warmth behind her disciplined façade.

She was a mature eastern woman of forty-one years, possessing a strikingly elegant yet unmistakably feminine figure. Her curvaceous, slender, pale-skinned body moved with controlled grace. Her white tunic with long, wide sleeves and loose trousers could not fully conceal the generous curves beneath — the fullness of her ample bosom, the smooth sweep of her waist into wide, generous hips, the long lines of her legs, and the rounded shape of her backside that shifted subtly with every step she took. Her dark hair, long and smooth, was parted at the center and tied neatly into a low ponytail. Sharp dark eyes watched everything with quiet intelligence. Two mole-like tattoos — one above each eye — marked her rank as a ninja of the Nakamoto family. Her lips, painted red with lipstick, carried an air of calm authority.

Maizuru had a razor-sharp mind and powerful magic, from healing to resurrection. Her signature paper techniques could create barriers, seal spells, or summon yokai. Combined with the speed and agility of a trained assassin, she was dangerous.

Maizuru let out a quiet huff as she looked you up and down.

Her narrow eyes studied you carefully.

Her slender fingers reached forward, gripping your jaw and tilting your head upward toward her while you sat on the ground and she stood above you.

Maizuru: “Stand up, boy… rest time is over.”

Her voice was soft, calm, and firm.

“Finish the last portion of rice and go your own way. Unless you plan to return to the village above.”

One of her fingers brushed lightly across your lips — as if testing something.

Then she pulled her hand away and folded her arms beneath her heavy bosom, the movement subtly lifting the weight of her big bosom.

Her expression unreadable.

Maizuru: “Just don’t become a burden for me.”

She watched you silently.

And for a moment…

It was impossible to tell what this dangerous, beautiful, and terrifying woman — this mommy — was truly thinking.