The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 141 - Would You Really Wait In Line Just To Learn Wh

The reborn cultivator had never liked standing in lines with people she didn’t know. There was always soone up to mischief in them... and as fitting of a self-diagnosed hypocrite - she didn’t quite like it when that soone wasn’t her.

Elua turned from her idle study of the spirits of the people within the queue when she sensed soone familiar approaching. The place they stood in had barely moved in all the ti the woman was away.

"My lady."

The personal servant greeted the heiress once she had returned from her task. She carried a wrapped bundle that stead slightly in the morning air. The brunette’s eyes lit up at the familiar scent of spiced at wrapped in flatbread.

She had secretly hoped the servant would think of her favorite vendor nearby. They had visited it enough on trips back from the Youth Guild in the past. She smiled up at her husband-wife standing in position stoically behind her.

"Thank you for suggesting she fetch this. Though, I think you’re being a bit overprotective. I can go an hour or two without eating..."

Qatrand rely humd in response. There was no reason to argue with the preening girl. Especially when she had heard the stomach of hers grumble four tis on the trip to the Opal Scale’s office.

’And three tis in line, though no one else has reacted to the sound. She must have sohow made it so they couldn’t hear...’

A few of the more observant rchants had noted how the untalkative, black haired Yecine heir’s attention never wavered far from his wife. The newly-wedded husband and their attentiveness to the girl was already a very well known rumor. News of upper society matters, especially in the spectacle of a recent wedding, spread quite fast.

Especially when it might an money would change hands.

More than one hoped to gain favor through appearing supportive. Several of them even watched with poorly concealed interest as the Goltbred girl accepted the food from her attendant. She chewed on it happily, for *so* many reasons.

The food was tasty, all of the attention on her beloved was very good, and she could still feel the sensation on her fingers. She knew very well that the surface of the muscles only told part of the effective story, but running both of her hands directly down the exquisitely toned and defined set of abdominals had been plenty electric!

’Eight~ Delightfully asymtrical. What a good mory to save.’

The reincarnator swallowed her chewed portion of the sandwich then held the food up and out towards the face of her tall ’fortress’. She tilted her head while her tongue darted at so of the spicy sauce on her lips.

"Are you sure you don’t want a bite?"

Qatrand shook her head and produced a mint-green handkerchief from her coat pocket. She had purchased it when looking for a gift for Elua, but decided to keep it for herself. The swordswoman dabbed precisely at the corner of the girl’s mouth to clear the stain in the corner of her lips.

A few of the rchants shifted closer trying to take note of every detail of their interaction. Learning how to appeal to the loved (or feared) wife was always a very good sales tactic. She could sense the surrounding people and their calculating observation of this display of affection.

’So of them are literally taking notes!’

The heiress registered with amusent before continuing with her snack. The line shuffled forward increntally as the Opal Scale Guild’s doors admitted another group of petitioners. The wait stretched another fifteen minutes, but neither of them seed particularly concerned about the delay.

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"Yecine and Goltbred?"

The Guild mber’s voice carried surprise as he wrote their nas into his ledger. His eyes darted between them... then to the line stretching behind them. He wasn’t sure if his advice would co off as calling them ignorant or not, but he gave it anyway.

"You could have co directly to the manager’s office. There was no need to wait in the general queue."

Elua’s sweet smile didn’t waver in the slightest. What did it matter to her where she spent her ti with Qat? As long as it was in a very public place that grew their fa and helped curb her urges - it was all pretty much the sa to the girl.

"Oh, we wouldn’t want to impose on their ti unless necessary. Besides, the wait wasn’t so bad."

The man shifted his glasses back up his nose as he noted the category that the young girl had scribbled on the form for their visit. His voice dropped lower to reflect his understanding of the serious matter... and in a form of misplaced respect for their foresight.

’Young mbers of good families know when not to make the visit *seem* like an affair worth marching straight in over!’

"Ah. I see. Please, follow to our verification room."

The married pair were led through a veritable maze of desks and queues. The Opal Scale mbers serving as clerks were processing all kinds of licenses and deeds in a display of bureaucracy that made the reincarnator’s skin crawl.

’So many people just in one place. So unwary. So concerned with their own matters. Not that I can say I am otherwise~’

The space they were led to proved to be a small room whose area was taken up by a heavy wooden table. A thin man looked up at them from a tiny desk in the corner as the one who had led them there turned to leave.

"He will need to see both the items and their registration card. The process will not take very long."

Elua pulled the box from her satchel and presented it to Qat to give to the specialist. Part of her very much wanted to do it on her own and keep her beloved from being so tense, but the promise to do things together kept her in check.

Calloused fingers tightened excessively for a second on the container before the dark haired teenager stepped over to the table and placed it down. She opened the lid with precise movent that showed none of the earlier hesitation. The leather bundle the instrunts were wrapped in was placed on one side of the box and the card on the other.

The thin man ambled over after rising from his seat. He adjusted his collar and cuffs as he looked down at what he was dealing with. However, other than that idly nervous gesture he remained generally calm and professional.

"It’s not often we see items of this... particular nature. These will require my personal verification. The registration appears to be in the na of... Elua er Goltbred?

If the question in his final tone as he read the card wasn’t clear, his turn toward her would be. The brunette nodded at him while maintaining her pleasant expression. It was hard to do when she felt her Qat place a hand protectively around her shoulder.

’Don’t look smug, don’t look-’

"Yes. They were a wedding gift. An unexpected one."

The specialist’s eyes narrowed but he nodded. He checked each piece for their serial identification ticulously, verifying that they had not been falsified or changed since the last ti one of his ilk had handled the items. One never knew what could happen in transit, storage, or else.

It was better to know if sothing criminal had happened with regulated materials much sooner than later. Catching when any of them went missing and replaced with fakes was often part of his task - when he actually had work to do...

"A rather unusual choice of gift. These tools have quite specific applications."

"I am of course aware. But, it is not polite to reject a gift given in good faith."

’Assuming that is what happened.’

The specialist raised an eyebrow at her ’sweet’ tone that spoke the words so maturely... yet clearly missed the icy ’calculation’ beneath it. He walked back to his desk and made a few notes in a ledger before retrieving a small jeweler’s lens from his drawer. His examination then continued as he slowly traced the etching of each number.

"The markings appear genuine. No signs of tampering or replacent. As for the card..."

He walked back to his desk again to shuffle through so papers and the heiress began to wonder what the point even *was* for the large table taking up so much space. There didn’t seem to be any particular rituals set up in the room. Her mind even began to drift toward *how* the big piece of furniture was ever placed inside.

"Ah yes, these were indeed registered through our branch."

"May we know more of the details of the registration?"

The small girl blinked away her idle thoughts as the low voice above her responded to the man. Qatrand had kept quiet all this while in ntal preparation for seeing the objects. She had been quite surprised that the attempt to keep calm had worked...

"Approved by the sub-leader, which is no surprise as she handles almost everything that needs to go toward the top. The items themselves were first commissioned last year by... the Silversky rchant group. According to the notes on file. Though who all in the Guild pushed it through so quickly, I can’t say."

Mint eyes dulled slightly before rebounding back to life. The ’smile’ of her facade stretched just a little further than before... though the tendrils of her beloved’s spirit wrapped about her could only feel her ’irritation’.

"How wonderful to know exactly who to thank for such a ’thoughtful’ gift."

The specialist missed the danger in her voice like any rational person would. The Yecine’s fingers tightened a bit on her shoulder, but the teenager let out a short sigh of relief. The swordswoman was pleased to learn this had not likely been ant as a political attack on her wife.

’Just an overzealous attempt at favor from a man she has known for so ti.’

The man stamped a seal on several of the docunts before filing them all away once again. The speed and accuracy showed his work ethic was strong, despite being relegated to a position that only saw occasional ’use’.

"Everything appears to be in order. The registration under your na will remain unless you request a transfer of property. Though I should note that such requests are rarely approved without significant cause."

"I don’t think that will be necessary. I’ll be sure to put them to appropriate use or store them very safely. Thank you for your ti."

While the Opal Scale Guild mber began rebundling the tools for the clients, Qat could feel the ’retribution’ brewing in her wife’s spirit. The young girl’s voice carried a certain saccharine quality that was at odds with the sches of revenge forming under the surface.

’Maybe I should go with her so she doesn’t do sothing like sitting on his back as a chair again...’