The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 361 - From Talcres To Talva, Family Forcefully Expan

In a distant region’s administrative office, Talva er Ryleon organized the next day’s intelligence reports for the fort commander she worked under there. Six stacks represented different categories of information - Voidling movents, civilian consolidation plans, supply requisitions, Guild deploynts, notable engagents, and other correspondences about important figures.

The last stack was often thinnest but most revealing. Especially when it ca to matters concerning certain cultivators she had developed personal interest in. It was where she found news of the collapse of the Gravity Anomaly days ago, and her favorite heiress’s involvent.

She’d personally copied it word for word imdiately.

Reaching for a new envelope with the Talcres family seal, which she especially recognized after eting with the current Patriarch and Da personally at the competition... the muscular woman loosened the wax with a thin knife. Mild curiosity about what might be happening in that far region quickly transford to genuine surprise.

"Fusand hez Talcres... an official adoption."

Her fingers traced the elegant calligraphy that announced the orphan’s acceptance into the prominent family. One of the two young people that the Goltbred girl had seed to be ’good friends’ with. An addendum noted their continued ntorship of Nohre would be more officially continued, with a future union planned between the two young cultivators once the Descent crisis abated.

"Good for them... I’m sure Elua will be happy as well."

Setting that letter aside, she reached for another docunt... one in her personal drawer of the office that contained the docunts she had found the need to duplicate. The copy of a Continental Army comndation announcent for her cousin, a record of Qatrand er Yecine’s first elimination of a leader-class Voidling, and the call for a strikeforce formation.

And sitting below that, because her collection was more about people related to Elua than her aunt’s child, a field report ntioning Ondua er Goltbred’s involvent in neutralizing two Interdiate-class entities that had attempted to establish a foothold near a mining settlent.

It was a good thing to her that Voidlings only seed to try and inhabit areas of more recent human habitation - usually. One of their quirks that didn’t seem the most tactically sound, but was nonetheless what could be expected to happen.

’They could really dig in and be impossible to stop if they hid only in the unexplored and ignored cave systems...’

Her musings were interrupted by a gentle knock and an opening door. A wiry man with dark hair and the leather uniform of the Whispering Winds elite ssengers. Soone that Talva had certainly not expected to see *at this point* in the Descent.

"Jerant!"

Rising quickly from her chair, she crossed the room in a few strides and embraced her husband. His thinner arms encircled her waist as he lifted the taller and bulkier woman slightly off the ground. A cultivator’s strength borne from physical energy didn’t care much about only a few dozen pounds of muscle weight.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were stationed three provinces away."

"I volunteered to carry these reports personally. These required a senior officer review at this fort, and I thought... perhaps my wife might be the most qualified."

"So you’re slacking off."

A hand tugged on the ssy bun tied at the back of his hair. Not enough to hurt, but enough to tease and scold. She was going to insist on redoing it before he left anyway - she always did make sure he was presentable.

"No, I’m visiting you in an official capacity!"

He produced a sealed pouch from within his jacket after setting her down. Reddish-orange eyes surveyed her office and keenly settled on the prominently displayed maps on one wall. Every fort had sothing like this, marking Voidling positions and movents, and the blonde Army soldier started talking when seeing his line of sight.

"The first push seems to be slowing. Our scouts report fewer sightings near the border forts. Consolidations are happening quicker. We may even move into invasion clean-up patrol grids in only a few months."

"Which ans I’ll have less reason to be running into dangerous locations to deliver letters to you, just to get a short glimpse of my busy spouse. They’ll finally bring you back to where you belong."

"As if you aren’t just as busy in your own capacity... they even had you moving information from the other Continent during my only chance at the competition..."

Despite wanting to be upset about her husband not seeing her compete, Talva’s hand instead moved to the plane of her own abdon. A decision that had been forming ever since holding little Onya in the competition grounds was rapidly crystallizing.

The Talcres docunt announcing their adoption - family forming even amid war - only reinforced the resolve. That hand reached out and touched the dark haired man’s chest.

"I’ve been thinking, Jerant. And I’ve decided."

His eyebrow rose as it recognized the tone she used. One that preceded her most consequential announcents. But uncertain why she’d turned and pushed him into the wall more, with that look in her pigeon blue eyes... even though he *knew* what ’that’ ant.

’Her actions and tone are giving mixed signals... is spending that sort of ti with such a montous affair that she has to think about it first? I’m flattered!’

"I believe it’s ti we started expanding our family."

"...Here? During a Descent?"

"Yes. Now."

"In this office..."

His surprise was quickly evident, though not exactly disapproving - if the woman was any judge of the man she’d been with for years. He knew how much his wife loved children, even if they often didn’t share the sentint. They’d talked before about when to perhaps try... and the letter she sent weeks ago had gushed quite a bit about the toddler she t.

"Life continues, even during war. Perhaps especially then. If we wait for perfect peace, we might wait forever. And as I just said, I’ve decided."

Her husband was silent for a long mont before their lips t. First expressing the gentler love he had for the woman he’d married. Soft phrases, touches and vows repeated. Intentionally riling her up, knowing that soon...

Through fierce passion, released hormones, and cycles no longer held at bay... Talva er Ryleon sought to create life for the first ti. She tried so hard that her husband ’gave up trying’ first - forcing her to reclothe and carry the exhausted man to go rest in her private quarters.

As the next days wore on, she glowed more and more to all those who saw her while Jerant er Ryleon... walked around the fort commons like a stumbling skeleton. Due to not getting enough genuine rest between ’sessions’, and also with food rations during the war too low for what he was being put through.

However, he was the happiest grinning, rail-thin man that any of the others in the fort had ever seen...