The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 432 - 1:1 Scale Measurements That Were Gathered With

The group at large began to move away from the platform and Qatrand found herself walking between Ondua and Navuill at the tail end. With ceremonial chain across her chest that reminded her of her new responsibilities and a shoulder mantle on one side that kept her thinking about her swordsmanship style - as much as any offer of training from Corde...

She felt genuinely optimistic about the future. Hard work was on the horizon when it ca to managing this fledgling city, but she’d never shied away from trying her hardest. And she wasn’t exactly alone in the matter, even if Elua was still on her way.

"So... you’re a Dual-Primalist now while being younger than ? I have to admit, that was so impressive theater, cousin."

"Yes. Terrifying, but impressive. You should probably stop learning from my daughter."

Hearing the two n to either side of her criticize for letting it happen as it had, she clenched and unclenched her fist as her hair repignted back to its raven color. There was still a lot of other things to take care of today despite any talk of festivities.

"It felt... right. Like everything just finally clicked into place. And if I was actually going to fight for my wife’s honor right then, I needed the advantage. She would have been sure to lecture later."

"Would she not be proud that you stood up for what matters to you?"

The question from the Yecine gave Qatrand only slight pause. Elua had always encouraged her to be authentic and to choose her own path. In that, she never wavered her support. But as a reincarnator with an ancient perspective, she also offered all forms of advice that she deed reasonable to give.

"My El can lecture while having pride. She knows the difference between what she enjoys, what is wise, and what needs to be heard. They are... surprisingly rarely the sa thing."

"...Yes, she can tell you what needs to be heard with a straight face full of innocence alright."

’She can also do it in letters. Even when trapped in another place entirely...’

With that thought, a stubborn tuft at the back of her head burst back into blonde for a few seconds.

The birthday back then wasn’t what she’d wished for. Yet in so ways, it was better. Because while Qatrand wanted the casual affection of a morning wake up with the person she loved... that unboxing and small celebration had still been exactly what she’d needed without knowing she needed it.

Another touch of the scheming ancient cultivator, reaching out and never doubting in her potential.

Which is why, behind the clear Crystal panel that her father-in-law began to prepare to her sudden request last month... Qatrand gil Yecine slowly removed the chain of office around her neck and placed it on a flashy dark mannequin. The alcove at the Warden Patrician’s office was visible the mont you entered, with space for onlookers to co look at it if they liked.

And now it bore the sa outfit she’d worn on her ceremony today. Even though she felt bad for the seamstress that such a fine suit was only ever worn once - it also felt nice to add a little extravagance to it that was her own. A small smirk and chuckle left her throat before she exited and sealed the alcove.

"...Cousin, do you still have that sword you supposedly ruined? If so, I’ll buy it from you."

The swordswoman clapped her hand on Navuill’s shoulder. She was not going to leave her personal blade in the space - but a sword that reminded her of this day and of heroism in general would still be quite welco!