The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 318 - Deceiving Damsels With The Puzzle Of Dead Men & Innocent Girls

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 - Deceiving Damsels With The Puzzle Of Dead Men & Innocent Girls

"Now you know you are strong enough to fight the kind of thing that every region praises the victors as heroes for."

"You-"

"I won’t argue with you about whether or not I was a big reason for it. Making things more fair between you and it was arguably quite unfair, after all."

A calloused palm shot forward and gripped the forehead of Elua er Goltbred. At the same time, the tall teenager who had done it leaned down with her lips close to one side of the babbling spiritualist’s face. The side with the black palm print.

"Don’t interrupt me, wife."

The ancient cultivator felt like she’d just been hit in the spiritual solar plexus, point blank, by that ’command’. It was so strong and so *good* that she actually squeaked out loud - twice.

"Hn...nhg..."

Such a pair of sounds stole the breath of the recovering swordswoman. It reminded her of the kiss the brunette had asked for last night... and that she had not given her spouse one at all for more than a week.

Yet, she had told herself it would be better to hold back. Because she did not think El could handle it, with the way her spirit was reacting. The Yecine had not yet made the ’mistake’ of kissing her in that level of *mood*.

’I instinctively feel that I would be the one making sounds before long...’

A few times in the past, the ability to sense the emotional reactions of Qatrand as they kissed had already made the ’heir’ release a few noises she had not been aware she would ever make. Reactive, pleased thrums from her diaphragm that made her El press even more hungrily.

Qat wet slightly dry lips and then swallowed down her thoughts.

"I... I just wanted to tell you that I think you forgot... to keep your illusion active ever since you... let go of me."

Kefa had watched them from afar, unsure of when the young cultivator had gotten there, but unable to hear any of the conversation they were having. She rubbed her eyes, still thinking she might be dreaming or dead.

’If I’m not, then I just saw someone take on an invasion leader alone and win with only a scratch? No, I don’t know why I’m surprised after what this Yecine just did yesterday...’

The member of The Ironclad Order still felt confused, even though her thoughts were very lucid. Especially those last moments when the enemy rocketed into the blade point that then tore it in half. Like it was sacrificing itself instead of fighting.

Qatrand crossed the clearing to where Kefa knelt. Her body still shook from the spiritual assault. She had fought a lot of Voidlings in the last Descent, but had never experienced this.

However, she knew that it was said to happen on locations when spiritualists were performing tests and experiments. Over ritual locations that targeted the minds of the eldritch enemies. Knowing that didn’t make what happened make any more sense.

"It’s gone?"

Her voice emerged rough and uncertain. Not laced with fear, but confusion.

"Yes. The Leader is dead."

Kefa’s head tilted up to look at the Yecine with awe crossing her features. She struggled to find words, her thoughts quick but her tongue still heavy and numb.

"You... how did you..."

Qat knelt beside her and fished some items out of the pack of supplies she’d dropped to the ground before fighting. She offered a waterskin that the twin-blade wielder took gratefully.

"Drink. It will help clear the effect."

She gulped the water as if she’d been parched for days. After a sputtering cough, some measure of control returned to her body. Her gaze moved to where the mass of the leader had begun to dissolve. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"I’ve never seen anything like that. The way you stood your ground when it flung itself at you."

"If I hadn’t, I couldn’t have focused enough to use my Physique. Besides, you’ve surely seen cultivators using shields stand in place."

"Exactly, a shield!"

The woman pushed up quickly to her feet, wobbling only a little.

"How did you even know it would strike your blade like that? Why did its tentacles..."

"I pulled its core towards the point intentionally."

"Pull... the control of your Gravity... from that far?"

Kefa had watched the competition fights and her mind was considering what any of the other cultivators could have done in a duel against this Yecine. Especially any of them with weaker essence cultivation.

"What are your Echelons?"

"They haven’t been assessed recently, so I’m not sure. I’ve made a lot of progress the last few months."

Qatrand chose to lie, just a little. While the Guild had not done an official test, her El had given her some estimates as they were falling asleep in her room. If the heiress was accurate - which the swordswoman had little reason to doubt - she was currently Peak Enchanter in all three.

An amount of progress for her age that counted as impressive. Her cousin Navuill was years older and had not made it that far at all. Her spirit in particular was growing at a fast rate, which only increased her ability to understand concepts the training tool introduced.

Like efficient conversion of consumed items for physical energy and the detailed explanations of essence field manipulation and spiritual presence. Elua could not argue with Qat over who was to praise for how she turned out because the muscular teenager knew.

’I put in work, but I never would have done it in those directions. Her knowledge is so powerful.’

The girl understood her wife’s argument about it being dangerous to increase the strength of too many people too quickly. Yet, Qatrand still hoped, personally, that someday they could disseminate the same ideas and information. For people like herself.

Cultivators who did not grow well under the concepts of improper or faulty methods. The idea that the challenge would still increase by equivalent factors and that the wars would be no truly simpler didn’t matter as much.

Her desire to protect people extended to their emotional well-being lately. Undoubtedly, because of how she had been thinking so much about cherishing Elua er Goltbred. Helping her find paths to become as well rounded as she had been helped to become.

"Geez..."

Kefa had leaned over the nearby ’dead’ scout. He lay motionless with a body marked by deep tearing gashes. Black ichor stained the ground nearby that Qat knew shouldn’t be there. Altogether creating a convincing showing of brutal violence that had happened over him.

"What happened to him?"

"Caught in the initial moments, I think. I was focused on keeping it away from you."

What wasn’t said was that there had been no need to protect the illusion at all.

"These wounds... are definitely a Voidling’s. Talons from a leader-class."

Her hand moved toward the scout’s pack, which had been made to look ’torn open’.

"Look at this."

Inside was a small insignia bearing the mark of the Saltfire Storm Alliance. An odd thing for a supposed Whispering Winds scout to be carrying. Especially considering the other circumstances.

"I knew it. He was part of it somehow. He led us right here. To a camp for the conspiracy to prevent the evacuation."

Her voice gained strength as the pieces fell into place - for the puzzle that the ancient cultivator, still standing not that far away, had cheated... and cut the pieces to fit her plan and narrative.

"...Was he hoping the leader would kill us? Why show us the camp, then?"

The swordswoman had allowed Kefa to form her own conclusions, because it made it simpler and reduced the amount of falsehoods she had to speak.

"He may have wanted to use us to turn on the other conspirators. Eliminated evidence of his involvement and then showed the rest to us."

Kefa searched the body further and eventually found a small journal with coded entries. A find that Elua had already copied so had no issue at all letting her find. It made more sense for them to be the ones to deliver it now, anyway.

’The tricky part is making her not realize she just stuck her hand right through a person’s body to the ground to pick it up. Actively manipulating depth perception is amusing. Like seeing a drunk overextend their motions and not even realize~’

"We should take this back, too. It could identify others involved in the scheme."

The woman attempted to stand too quickly again and staggered. Qat caught her arm chivalrously to steady her. A certain brunette began walking closer at that moment, definitely not letting anything bloom out of *that* moment!

"Easy. Your spirit is still in a bit of turmoil."

"Golt... Miss Goltbred?"

Kefa was made to wince and change her words as she started to greet the girl. The hand on her elbow had squeezed a touch tightly and all she could think was that there was some sort of displeasure with the method of address!

"Yes, hello. Do you need something?"

A tilt of her head seemed to make the plain clothed heiress appear as ’innocent’. But how could that be taken at face value? In the middle of nowhere, after a fight like that... and most importantly with a black hand mark on her face.

"I was just wondering why you... were here."

’This isn’t still me just being in a dream and I’m going to wake up and-’

"Qat is here, should I not be?"

There was a strange relief at hearing those words. She did not know the girl personally, but Qatrand had bragged about her on a prior mission... and labeled the shorter cultivator a certain word.

"Well, when you put it like that... you were right, Yecine. She is rather... *cute*."

"Thank you for the compliment. You were rather cute yourself, running and needing to be saved by my husband. A true damsel."

The heavy blade wielder sighed while letting go of the woman’s arm.

’Maybe I should have tried harder and just told one of them to stay silent entirely.’

It was why she tried to warn by gripping her arm. She knew that feeling of ’possessiveness’ that had careened into her from her El was going to be trouble.

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