Chapter 274: Chapter 272: Good Little Brother, Call Me Big Sister

Seeing her mother awake, Yvonne Sawyer, who had been watching her intently, couldn’t help but cry out with delight. "Madam, my mother’s awake!"

Standing beside Yvonne Sawyer, Victor Rhodes happily put an arm around her shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. "Your mother is finally awake. This is wonderful, Yana." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Yvonne Sawyer nodded. "Yeah."

Within the array before them, Hannah Sawyer’s body, which had been floating horizontally in the air, slowly began to rise.

She hovered gracefully in mid-air and raised a hand, gazing at it. Her fingers twitched. ’Finally, the feeling of having a solid body again... I’m not just drifting anymore.’

Her form slowly descended to the ground.

It had been a very, very long time since she’d felt her feet on solid ground.

A faint smile touched Hannah Sawyer’s lips as she murmured,

"I’m finally back in my own body."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and circulated her mental method. Spiritual Energy flowed unimpeded through her body. The excruciating, tearing pain from her Primordial Spirit was gone. Now, she felt a warm, relaxing comfort spreading through her.

"This... Brother... My... my Primordial Spirit... it’s repaired." Her voice was filled with disbelief as she spoke. "I’m not dreaming, am I?"

Elder Sawyer stepped forward and took her hand. "Sister, your Primordial Spirit is truly repaired." His Divine Sense swept over her body as he spoke. "It’s real. You’re not dreaming. Your body just needs to be properly cared for from now on, and it won’t be long before you make a full recovery." Overcome with joy, he pulled his sister into a hug. "Congratulations, Sister."

Hannah Sawyer’s eyes welled up as she hugged him back. "Thank you, Brother."

Elder Sawyer smiled faintly.

"What’s the need for thanks between us? If you’re going to thank anyone, it should be The Exalted One and Madam."

He released his sister as he said this.

Hannah Sawyer nodded slightly, her gaze turning to Celeste Grant. She walked forward and knelt directly, her face a mask of gratitude.

"Hannah Sawyer, Priestess of the Norgath Witch Clan, pays her respects to Madam."

"Thank you for saving my life, Madam. I have no way to repay this kindness, but from this day forward, I pledge my life and loyalty to you."

Celeste Grant quickly helped her up.

"We’re all comrades here. Please, get up."

"Thank you, Madam."

She could be with her brother again and see her daughter once more. And the Norgath Clan was now doing very well. The thought of all this brought an irrepressible smile to her face.

Perhaps she was too overwhelmed, for she gave a light cough and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sight startled Celeste Grant, who reached out a hand. "Are you alright? Why are you coughing up blood?"

Standing nearby, a nervous Yvonne Sawyer rushed forward to support her. "Mom, are you okay?"

Hannah Sawyer smiled faintly and waved her hand dismissively. "It’s nothing, it’s nothing. This is just because the excess power from the Elixir Pills is still stored in my body and hasn’t been refined yet. Once I cultivate for a while and refine the medicinal power, it’ll be fine. Coughing up some blood is normal during this period."

Celeste felt like she had learned something new. "Are you sure that’s okay?"

Elder Sawyer nodded. "Yes, I’ve checked. There’s no problem. Once she refines the excess medicinal power from the Elixir Pills, not only will she be fine, but my sister might even be able to use this opportunity to break through to the next realm."

Hearing Elder Sawyer’s explanation, Celeste Grant nodded slightly and said, "I see her Primordial Spirit is repaired, but it’s still very weak and needs to be carefully nurtured. The Spiritual Energy in The Forbidden Land is dense. Find a place there to put the Soul Nourishing Coffin, and when you have time, lie inside it. You’ll recover much faster that way."

The Sawyer siblings exchanged a look, genuinely moved.

They thanked her again and again.

"Thank you, Madam."

"Thank you, Madam."

Celeste Grant waved her hand.

"Oh, that’s enough already. Stop with the thanks. If you really want to thank me, then hurry up and get well so you can get to work. There’s so much to do around the Bloodfiend Den. If you don’t do it, who will?"

At her words, everyone present broke into laughter.

"You have a brother-sister reunion and a mother-daughter reunion to enjoy, so you must have a lot to talk about. I won’t disturb you any longer."

"I’m off."

"Farewell, Madam."

After leaving Elder Sawyer’s residence,

Celeste Grant returned to Cloud Abyss Hall, the residence she shared with Javier Sinclair.

She watched the snow drifting down, blanketing the ground. In winter, even the tree branches were covered in a vast expanse of white.

She held out her hand, letting snowflakes fall into her palm.

It was the end of the year.

’Back in my old world,’ she thought, ’many places would be on holiday by now. During the holiday travel season, migrant workers would be lugging bags and bundles, their families in tow, all rushing home for the New Year.’

A small smile played on her lips at the thought.

"To all my fellow people on Earth, I wish you a Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true, and may you get filthy rich from every direction!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a golden character for ’Fortune’ burst into existence in the air.

"Celeste, what are you muttering to yourself over there?"

A familiar voice sounded from not far behind her. Hearing it, she turned to see a figure standing on the steps of the doorway.

It was Javier Sinclair. He was dressed in white robes today, embroidered with a dark gold dragon pattern. Simply standing there, he looked like a handsome man who had stepped right out of a painting.

She had to admit, her eyes went straight to his waist, then his firm chest. ’Heh heh. I’m really living the good life.’

Celeste Grant turned and walked toward him, stopping at the bottom of the steps.

She looked up at him.

"Well, well! And who might this handsome young man be? You’re quite the looker."

She reached out, intending to tease him.

But she couldn’t quite reach.

"Come down here."

Javier Sinclair chuckled lightly.

He walked down the steps.

He bent down slightly, leaned close, and whispered, "Yours."

"Yours, you say?" Celeste Grant smiled and cupped his face in her hands. "Since you’re mine, then let me kiss you, my dear Archfiend." She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, then again on the lips. "It really is nice having you all to myself. I can kiss you whenever I want."

Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow, his hand wrapping around her waist to pull her into his embrace. "My lady can do whatever she wants with me. It’s just like in those overly dramatic stories you mention—say the word ’husband,’ and my life is yours."

He took her hand and placed it over his heart. ’Being able to win over a wife with my good looks is a skill in itself, right?’

Hearing this, Celeste Grant let out a soft laugh. She grabbed the lapels of his robe, pulling him closer. "No, no, I’m not a fan of those dramatic tropes... What would I do with your life? It’s *you* that I find more attractive."

As she spoke, she gave his chest a couple of soft pats. Her eyes remained fixed on his face, watching him shyly avert his gaze. She smiled, leaned in, and planted a kiss on his Adam’s apple. "Like this," she whispered.

Javier Sinclair blushed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

’My lady is truly shameless.’

Just then, Celeste Grant wrapped her arms around his waist. "Husband~"

’Damn...’ he thought. ’My wife is going to be the death of me.’

He tightened his grip on her waist, lowered his head, and captured her lips in a kiss. The two embraced in the snow, lost in their own world of affection.

Snow fell from the sky.

Flakes landed gently upon them both.

After the kiss ended,

Javier Sinclair lifted his head slightly.

His gaze fell to her lower abdomen, and he gently caressed it. "Celeste... when do you think I’ll have a sweet little girl to call me Daddy?"