Grand Ancestral Bloodlines-Chapter 2175: Useless
Ryu stood in silence for a long time, the weight of it all finally hitting him like it must have hit Sarriel. It was one thing to have a vague comprehension of the sort of pinnacle you were chasing after, but it was another thing entirely to truly see it, to feel it.
The Phoenix Sky God was no longer just some vague entity to him now. They were very much real. He had spoken to them, and now he had seen just how deep the scope of their plans and machinations went.
This wasn’t just a normal existence. The Phoenix Sky God was quite literally using the Heavens themselves as their chessboard.
Sarriel looked up at Ryu’s side profile from her position in his arms, not saying anything to interrupt his thought process.
She wondered how he would react to this. Would he still be the same Ryu? Or would he come to understand her perspective more?
If he did the former, how would she react? Such a hard-headed man… She almost laughed inwardly, as though already knowing the result.
However, for maybe not the first time, this husband of hers actually surprised her a bit.
Ryu didn’t flash a cheeky smile or a confident grin. Instead, he just looked off into the distance, the uncertainty in his eyes and the hints of confusion fading into a cool sharpness.
"Alright."
This was the only word he said even after so long. Then he looked down at Sarriel. Only then did he finally flash a cheeky grin.
"Why are you still naked, ma’am? It can’t be that you’re already wanting more?"
Sarriel was speechless. She was naked still only because this man insisted on bundling her up in robes. In fact, because of that, he was still naked too!
This man was so annoying. Considering her speed and her familiarity with her own body, she could have probably dressed herself far faster than he bundled her up in the first place.
She was growing more and more annoyed the more she thought about it, but when she saw Ryu’s grin only widening, she snorted and looked away.
Unfortunately, that choice seemed to have been a mistake, because before she knew it, she wasn’t bundled by anything anymore, and her moans filled the forest floor once more.
**
"Did you forget that we are in the middle of a trial?!" Sarriel berated, snatching Ryu’s collar in what looked like an act of anger but was actually quite a covert and successful attempt at straightening it.
"Of course not, but isn’t pleasing my wife more important?" Ryu blinked innocently.
"You’re insufferable. Let’s go."
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Sarriel took Ryu’s hand and stomped away.
The world didn’t understand much about what had happened at all.
First, Ryu and Sarriel were fighting a battle of life and death. And in the next instant, they were kissing. Then everything went black, only for them to return days later, rushing out hand in hand.
It was hard not to be speechless toward such a result. This was probably the most sought-after selection in existence. Why were these two treating it like a joke?
No… from what they could tell, this was mostly Ryu’s fault. All things considered, the young woman had been taking things very seriously until he ruined all of her plans. At that point, it was already too late to take things the way she wanted to.
Once again, this Ryu Tatsuya…
No one quite knew how to react to him.
**
A certain Matriarch was no doubt grinding her teeth. She already knew that Ryu certainly had more than one woman, and it wasn’t like her Devas Race was shy about such things, but it was hard for it not to leave a bad taste in her mouth when her daughter had only just been captured, only for Ryu to flirt and bed another woman right in front of the world.
What was that supposed to mean? That this woman was worthy of status while her daughter was not? That this woman could be an official wife but her daughter was just fodder?
The more she thought about it, the more infuriated she became, and the anger she thought she had long since buried came bubbling up once more.
It was her husband that still remained the picture of calm. But this time, he didn’t say much about his wife’s tirade.
That said… his feeling was much the same as it had always been.
Whether his daughter would be able to make anything of herself or of this opportunity… would be up to her.
**
There was another group reacting to this situation quite differently from others, though. And that was none other than the Fey.
The Fey hadn’t had too grand of an entrance, and they seemed to have been led by Sarriel alone. Well, other than a particular young man with a white fox tail and ears.
However, right this moment, their auras were anything but calm and tranquil.
Quite honestly speaking, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
They had followed Sarriel for a long time—not as her servants, but rather watching her progress. As someone from the lower worlds, she had always been someone with great potential, but she had to earn her way up because her foundation was too shallow.
It wasn’t lost on them just how much hardship she had been through, and how well she had to play a game of stick and carrot, not to mention power and politics, to make it to where she was now as such a beautiful woman.
And yet, for all of that to come crashing down before their eyes after the rogue kiss of a single young man…
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In the center of it all, an old woman with two wrinkled hands on a cane stood the stiffest, her murky eyes staring forward as though she was looking through the projection rather than at it.
It could be said that if 60% of the reason Sarriel had been able to make it through was her own efforts, then maybe another 40% was this old woman.
She rarely showed her face, and maybe even Sarriel was only vaguely aware of her existence, but it could be said that she had invested a lot in this young woman.
She didn’t expect that her investment would slip out of her fingers just like this.
After a long while, the old woman closed her eyes and her cracked lips parted.
"Your son is useless," she said coldly.
An older man to the side stiffened, as did a familiar elder brother. None of them needed an explanation.
If Falling Snow had been able to do what he was supposed to do, then how could any of this have ever happened?
Anger spiked in the hearts of the two men, but in the end, they didn’t dare to say anything. They had a belly full of excuses and nowhere to vent them.
How could they have known just how much of her true prowess Sarriel was hiding? How could they have known that she had treated many of their geniuses like a joke for so long? How could anyone so young be so prudent and patient for so long?
By the time they realized the truth, not only was she already under this old woman’s umbrella, but she had already grown so powerful that very few could control her in the first place.
And just now, they realized that even though they had felt they overestimated her, they had still somehow underestimated her in the end.
But this Ryu Tatsuya… Just how powerful was he now?
Slowly, the two men regained their calm and their gazes regained their focus as they settled on their "useless" family member.
Whether or not that was true would be up to him to prove. But what was clear was that the progress he had made until now wasn’t enough to beat Sarriel, let alone Ryu.
If he was going to redeem himself… it was going to have to be left up to him making another breakthrough.
Whether he could do that or not… they had no idea. He had the talent, and he could no longer be considered a greenhorn, but it was hard to manufacture true adversity.
The next few months would decide whether he was a dragon or a fish in a pond.
**
Ryu didn’t have the mind to care for the reactions of others, not when he was busy sulking.
After they quickly caught up with their previous bar, something that might have been difficult for others but was instead incredibly easy for them, Sarriel insisted on going her own way.
Well, rather than insisted, it was more like she kicked him away and then rushed off in another direction, threatening to cut it off if he followed her.
Ryu could only chuckle and shake his head, picking another direction.
Maybe… it was about time he got a little serious.
