The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 339 - Measuring Beyond Expectations, A Forming Storm Of Recognition

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 - Measuring Beyond Expectations, A Forming Storm Of Recognition

With the brunette struggling, but the swordswoman ’off-duty’, that reincarnator rubbed her face once against the tall girl and pulled back. Even though it felt like pulling a nail out of her own tongue with no anesthetic.

Oddly enough, a metaphor for which she had actual past life memories. A small event of torture that was surprisingly effective at ruining her current ’mood’. Though the small cultivator vowed not to make a habit of mixing ’desire for Qat’ with memories of pain and anguish.

"Your ability to trust... to accept what you cannot immediately understand from me... is one of the many things I love about you. I don’t deserve it, as much as I appreciate it."

After a moment of shared silence, with neither of the pair looking toward each other because they knew they’d likely kiss and not stop until interrupted, Qat sighed.

"Even if you’re right about the danger of studying Voidlings, which I don’t doubt, this will have consequences. The Guilds have invested resources here. Many cultivators used their time and energy."

"Let them be angry with me, not you. I made so many modifications and suggestions to their plans that explaining my ’mistakes’ in ’hindsight’ is easy. Besides, I’ve lived through hatred before. I’ll survive it again."

"No."

Her firm and low voice stated clearly, staring back into the set of mint eyes. Tendrils of the Anchor possessed spirit wrapped and weighed down the cute girl with a lightly increased pressure of Gravity. A bit like the feeling of being underwater - but without it covering every spot...

’A lot more like a wrapping hug from a particularly long limbed squid. Why am I being so particularly nostalgic with *bad* ways to keep myself from succumbing to her?’

"Wife, I don’t allow you to be a scapegoat. If there is blame, we stand together in this. Always."

Elua let herself give an awkward smile. While the muscles in her face were far from acting ’normal’ yet, without her facade, they were closing the gap with every practice!

"Always. If I forget, just remind me. Punish me a little if you have to."

"El..."

Outside, they heard the call for final preparations to depart. Such a short feeling moment of privacy was ending... and soon they would return to their public roles. The fledgling hero and the prodigy sigilist; the Yecine heir and the Goltbred heiress.

But in those many precious minutes, they had been able to simply be themselves with a little burden of ’others watching’ removed. In a way that was more comfortable to the blonde than simply being ’hidden’ by her wife’s illusions. Two people resting and searching their souls through the way forward.

A way that grew slightly more complex with each victory, each new responsibility, and each step toward something greater. But also a path that accumulated memories, precious things, and irreplaceable people. Qatrand reached down for her sword once more.

"Ready?"

They both stood, one from her stool and the other from the ground beside her. Dusting off her silver dress that looked nothing like the plain, more rugged traveling outfit she made others think she was wearing, a ’sweet’ facade slid back into place as naturally as breathing.

"I’d love to say I was reborn ready, but it feels too much like a pun - so I’ll have none of that. Those are really more your thing and I feel betrayed that it even came to mind. Besides, it’s not true anyway."

"Do you need us to wait here longer?"

The girl shook her head with a smile as she saw strands becoming black. Her husband-wife had waited until the last moment to even start the technique. Proof of how much she had wanted to stay where they were.

"No. I just meant that I was not ready to meet you when I was reincar... well, maybe I wasn’t ready but I was probably waiting? At least, I was not ready to figure out that I would almost forget what it was like without you in my life~"

A palm gripped over her forehead and began to drag her out of the tent. Soft giggles came from the shorter of them as Elua held onto the solid wrist - the true method of being ’pulled’ along in it all. Because those fingers on her skull certainly were not pressing hard enough for her to not slip away.

"Stop flirting - besides I know you forget nothing."

"Oh, there’s probably plenty I don’t remember or chose not to think about. You give me far too much credit, my love. It’s like you think I’m both cute and perfect. Oh, woe and fie, how is anyone else ever to measure up to such expectations!"

Not caring that they were in plain sight, that her hair was only black on one side, or that she was baited into it... Qat shut her wife up for a few moments with the short kiss they both wanted.

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The messenger arrived at the fort mud-splattered and breathing hard. His chest heaved from the punishing pace he’d maintained. Guards at the gate recognized the Whispering Winds insignia and the urgency in his bearing, quickly waving him through to the command center.

Commander Huri looked up from a map table as the messenger burst in, saluting hastily in the way of people who had not actually ever gone through Army training, before delivering his report.

"Sir, I bring news from the gravity anomaly research site. The operation has concluded with... some unexpected results."

That seemed like an understatement, considering the reports of his tower watch that had described a period of strange glow in the high atmosphere in that direction. Roughly around the estimated time of arrival for the cultivators that had set out from his fort.

"Unexpected how? Were there more casualties than anticipated?"

"Minimal actually, sir. The objective failed and the entire ritual was lost, but..."

Here, the messenger clearly paused. Even having witnessed it himself, the cultivator struggled to find appropriate words. After a breath, he simply stated the important part as clearly as possible - the part that everyone would be talking about.

"Qatrand er Yecine has slain another leader-class Voidling. The second in less than a week."

The room already so silent gained another layer of it. Senior Army officers exchanged disbelieving glances. One of them, a completely bald veteran of three Descents, let out a low whistle and voiced thoughts that both eased and raised some tensions.

"That’s a feat. Is that kid looking to make all the other cultivators look incompetent?"

Commander Huri’s face remained impassive, but his knuckles whitened as they gripped the edge of the table. Already, he had personally penned paperwork about the medallion and ceremony. Writing another such document so soon was bad for his mental well being.

Because he knew those reports were poured over by meticulous eyes and could affect his standing with not just important cultivator families, but other high ranking members of the Continental Army and various other organizations.

Not too much information, not too little. Exploitable but unexploitable. There was just no way to make every faction happy and all kinds of ways to make them pressure his life.

’Should I start to ’develop’ arthritis? Or simply find a competent aide-de-camp...’

He felt like he was getting too old for this!

"Details."

"Yes, sir. The anomaly site came under attack like was expected. But it quickly got out of hand. A few intermediate-class beings have already appeared."

Fists pounded tables as curses rained out. The average mortal soldier could somewhat hold their own in groups against the lesser Voidlings... but engaging the next class up was usually suicidal. Even with a few dozen soldiers against one of them.

"Continue."

"Our official report states that soon after that, the leader-class that appeared targeted Qatrand directly with an aerial assault. We believe they recognized the threat providing the most utility to the trap."

"Or an opportunity to counterattack one who had killed another of them. Then?"

"That was when things got even more hectic. All of the essence in the area grew chaotic, like the constraints on the ritual broke down from the combined assaults. But in the midst of the ritual’s collapse, the Yecine engaged and defeated it."

"What about that light we saw?"

A finger tapped idly on the table as the mortal studied the cultivator. It never felt good when someone ostensibly your ’better’ seemed just as frazzled by something. From the distance away they were, and in the light of day, they had not witnessed the phenomena as the pillar of light so many had seen.

"It’s being said that it was a combination of Elua er Goltbred staying at a ritual console and making some important adjustments during the collapse. As well as Qatrand er Yecine using their Element techniques to prevent the runaway essence from harming everyone else."

"And there are witnesses to this?"

"Dozens of credible ones, sir. Including members of multiple Guilds that were on site. The Steelbound Tempest Brotherhood along with the Void Defense Society members have already documented a new formation centered around Qatrand’s unique Physique. Which... was demonstrated in the aftermath against the remaining forces."

Murmurs spread through the room. Huri straightened, his mind already calculating the strategic implications.

"Is the Yecine returning here?"

"No, sir. The entire research team is reporting to the next nearest garrison to the site in the direction that the Steelbound forces planned to go. Safety in numbers."

"Understood. You’re dismissed. Get some rest."

As the messenger departed, Huri turned to his officers. He really didn’t want to be the one to pen any of this. So he was going to outsource to the others who had listened.

"Send word to Continental Command immediately. Any contacts you have. I want a detailed assessment for how we can best utilize these developments without stepping on anyone’s toes."

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