The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 327 - For The Purposes Of This Threat, I Am The Trai

More than once, the ’battle’ moved to so of the pillars around. Each ti... the girl would either stomp or slam her palms into the structure and break it apart. Like everything in the area needed to be destroyed to bits before she was satisfied.

Which was mostly true!

When the Voidling finally attempted to physically retreat back through the breach, Elua stomped the ground with such force and in the perfect spot she’d been waiting for... that it made the entire ceremonial depression crack along carved fault lines.

Weakness ford from the buried sigil pattern that had lost the - still active after all this ti - strengthening from the pillar specific rituals she had systematically dismantled.

The interdiate class fell into a forming hole with its claws stretching out to the breach, trying desperately to kick off a falling chunk with a leaking, half healed leg. Almost... *almost* reaching the distortion and getting its ssage back to the Hivemind beyond the veil.

When an impact drove it deep into the earth.

An explosion of ignited, compressed gas that had been gathering and hovering above the breach as a final trap. The blast wave was directed precisely with Gaseous Elent manipulation, and what didn’t tear apart from that force then splattered its vantablack composition into the crater.

And still, it struggled to rise. Struggled to escape and warn its kind. Its master behind the veil.

Because Elua er Goltbred had not ended it *quite* yet.

\~"Stay down."~\

The girl spoke as she seized the plinth that had once been there to seat under a missing central pillar - prehistoric stone that had been carved with sigils older than she had ever been in her past life. Ripping it from its foundation with her Primalist, Ogre Physique... particles of dust and tiny chunks slid and fell from its mass as she held it overhead.

Looking down into the destruction their fight had made, she felt herself compelled to add a little more theatricality to it all. Mostly... for the watching older woman’s sake. Her voice rang out with the sa deep, uncanny authority as earlier.

"You don’t belong here yet. But most importantly, I have claid that creature. So you shouldn’t have tried to kill it first."

With a single graceful motion, she slung and drove the giant projectile through the Voidling’s core organ. The eldritch being thrashed and writhed as its shriek foretold the dissolution of its form. Spraying and misting poisonous miasma into the crater as a vacuum of gas kept it from escaping.

The reincarnator stood over it, watching with detachnt as it disintegrated. While the fight had allowed her to let loose a bit, she wasn’t really that satisfied. It had not been as dangerous as what Qat went through. Mint eyes turned their attention to the wavering breach itself.

’I could close it quickly. But even if I’m known to be a sigilist, I haven’t been showing off my spirit... just looking like a wild berserker. Hmm...’

Behind her, Kefa stood with the fox still clutched in her arms... a little tighter for her own comfort. Her eyes sat wide with both awe and terror. While the ’result’, which is to say a victory, was easily as impressive as what she’d seen from Qatrand - the thods had left *entirely* different feelings.

The realization that this small, seemingly harmless girl had been capable of such destruction all along... and had watched her with those ’annoyed’ but ’innocent’ eyes whenever Kefa approached Qatrand... sent a chill through her that no battlefield had ever managed.

She couldn’t even shiver. Just kept taking in deep, slow breaths that never felt like they were doing anything.

’I feel like I already died. Like death itself has reached in and hollowed out every part of .’

A pleased spiritualist walked toward the Order mber, sensing the changes. The result was almost as good as if she had... more ’forcefully’ manipulated the woman’s opinion of her. Depending on how the next monts go, she might not even erase her mory!

Elua used the sa asured pace she’d used to approach the Voidling at the end. Each step slightly cracked the broken stone beneath her feet - for effect! Centuries and centuries spent perfecting illusions had taught her exactly the sort of things people believed, hated to believe, and that they could not help but believe.

The girl stopped far too *close* for the other woman’s liking. Enough to feel the residual heat of the little Ogre’s intense physical exertion. Just like Qat with her Cynosure spiking, soft skin burned with a wild fever of physical energy.

An intentional one - which she forced *herself* to endure. To be closer to sympathizing with Qat, in every little way. And just a little bit because she was wondering if this would help her burn off so of her... urges.

’The thoughts of what I should do to my beloved when I return victorious like this... say no, it did not help~’

"Now that I’ve taken care of that minor problem, we should talk about another one much bigger to ."

Her voice was still devoid of its ’saccharine’ quality, though not revealed in its full monotone. A facade was still in place, just not with the paraters she usually used.

"You’re... you’re not just so little heiress, are you?"

The question escaped Kefa’s lips before she could stop herself. Her fingers reflexively tightened on the fox, which surprisingly didn’t protest. While not exactly scared, it too was a little overwheld by the ’presence’ of the other cultivator.

"Hm. I’m exactly what I appear to be."

A head tilted slightly to one side, brunette hair shifting in a gesture that once might have seed cute. But now... looked like a predator considering the angle of attack. A snake coiling to lunge. A wolf prepared to dominate the wanderer on its territory.

"As you can see, I’m just a girl who loves her husband very much."

She stepped closer, face looking up at the twin-blade wielder. The woman that did not wish to et her eyes. This ti Kefa couldn’t help but flinch - for the sa hand that had sliced like a blade through the stronger limb of an interdiate-class Voidling was now pointing two fingers toward her neck.

"You’ve been thinking about my Qat in ways that I find... uncomfortable."

"I... I would never-"

"You already have. In your mind. Whether you lie to or not does not change this."

The two fingers moved down to stroke a spot on the fox’s head. The creature’s eyes half-closed in contentnt at the *seeming affection* from the strong cultivator. At the very least, it was not about to nip at the hand that had saved it.

"I’ve been watching you. The way you look at what belongs to . Did you think I would only care enough to glare?"

Kefa swallowed hard, finding her throat suddenly dry. It was exactly what she had thought! The noncombatant, even if Yatrel’s daughter, had seed like soone rather submissive... despite the glares and occasionally waspish tongue.

"I ant no disrespect. He’s - he’s just an impressive young cultivator."

"Yes, he is. And he’s *mine*."

The last word carried such ’possessive’ intent that the air between them seed to vibrate like the breach point. Elua’s hand reached and curled around the fox. With movents gentle in heavy, blatant contrast to the violence she’d just displayed... the Goltbred teenager took the creature into one arm.

"Which is why you should believe when I say that what I did to that Voidling was rciful. Compared to what I could and would do, for Qatrand er Yecine."

A free hand gestured toward the crater. Toward the encompassing devastation. With a casualness that suggested this was just another drizzly day in spring and not an amazing tale that no one would believe without seeing.

"I destroyed this place and that being because it broke so rather clear rules."

Her face moved to lock with Kefa’s shaking eyes, with unblinking and dull mint. The twin-blade wielder felt her combat instincts screaming at her to retreat - to put distance between herself and this terrifying creature disguised as a young woman. But her body remained frozen.

In what she thought was her own fear - but was really just a certain spiritualist keeping the foolish hag of a woman from ’forcing’ her hand.

"You should be sure not to break any clear rules as well, understand?"

"I understand."

The Order mber managed to whisper back to the monotone voice that had thundered quietly from the Goltbred girl.

"Do you? Because I’m only going to say this once."

Elua leaned in, close enough that Kefa could feel the breath on her ear as it was spoken up into. Close enough that she could be grabbed and broken at any mont.

"If you ever again make my loyal husband complain to that they don’t like the sort of attention you offer them. I will make sure nobody ever finds what’s left of you."

Words delivered with such calm certainty that they sounded like a natural law of the cosmos rather than a threat from a single person. Like the small cultivator was not new to handing them out... or to carrying them through.

"Now, the next ti you speak of his achievents in public, always do so with the respect of a fellow warrior behind your intent. Not the hunger of an overaged predator."

Stepping back and straightening up... suddenly - impossibly quickly - her face *transford*. The ’sweet’ smile returned, with an ’innocent’ widening of life-filled eyes, and slight tilt of her head that was ant to seem so charming.

"Now, shall we head back to camp? Qat will be wondering what was taking so long to find you. But we won’t be telling anyone about any of this, right?"

Kefa managed a few stiff nods and the theatrical sigilist flourished her hand with a slight turn as a final line was distantly carved in place to complete the circuit. The wavering air around the breach solidified and slowed to a crawl... before collapsing into a point of white and winking out entirely.

"There. Now there’s no reason to ever get others involved in this place. We just went out on a friendly stroll and ca back, nothing else. What ruins? We’ve never seen them."

"...What about the fox?"

The strained question escaped before she could stop herself. A desperate attempt to ground the conversation - to paint any of what was happening in the colors of sothing ’normal’. And while showing up with another animal in tow might not seem so strange for the brunette, others would ask Kefa about it...

"Of course. We bring it with us. It’s mine now."

A cute smile widened and Elua held out her arms with the red-brown fox held up. Looking at its docile state, she could only think it would learn quite quickly. If only all ’Vixens’ could remain so compliant... without talking back and without doing anything but following her lead.

"And Kefa er Junlec? You can be quite assured that everything I claim... stays mine."