The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 94 - A Deep, Cold Abyss Of Schemes While Famished, Y

The reincarnator’s unveiled nature cornered him, yet it was almost refreshing. It was like finally seeing your opponent in the smog of the fires burning uncontrolled around you. Anper er Yecine, with his Smoke Elent, was very accustod to fighting like that.

"You presu too much, girl. The Yecine family has weathered far greater dangers than a manipulative child bride. If you think threatening is for the better for my *daughter* then you’re mistaken."

The girl’s smile never wavered... though her eyes narrowed.

"Oh, I don’t presu as much as you think. But if we’re talking about things people don’t know... I wonder... do your young sons know the truth about their elder sibling? That you are willing to lie to *them* just like you are anyone you co across?"

She felt his spirit roil in ’fury’ and ’fear’. Being a hypocrite, she wasn’t bothered about lying over how much she was making assumptions. It simply stood to reason that if his biggest problem with Qat was her gender, he would value the male children more.

He eventually opened his mouth to retort, but the sounds around them suddenly returned.

"Esteed guests and beloved family mbers!"

A female voice rang out across the Feast terrace, cutting through the ambient chatter and music. Lirades er Yecine had taken a center position for an impromptu speech.

"On this joyous day, as we celebrate the union of our two great families, I am moved to speak."

Elua ’giggled’ while gesturing for Anper to turn towards the grand elder. Both of their faces smoothed into masks of polite attention despite their energies poised to act on one another. The Yecine woman stood tall in the direction of their unfocused gaze and her gray eyes twinkled with a sharp intelligence.

"The joining of Qatrand and Elua represents more than just a regular marriage. It is a testant to the strength that cos from the unity of embracing new bonds. While honoring our cherished traditions, we mustn’t forget how they have shifted with the tis and in necessities."

As Lirades continued her speech, a vibrant tableau of thes about family, duty, and bright futures... the two waiting to be at each other’s throats exchanged another look. The confrontation may have been interrupted, but the air between them crackled with unresolved tension.

Eventually she stopped talking and applause erupted - mostly from the non-Yecine groups - due to the woman’s spiel. The small Goltbred leaned in close to Anper one final ti. She didn’t bother smiling, though her voice wasn’t as harsh as before.

"That seed like unfortunate timing, didn’t it? Maybe it wasn’t. I doubt we were ever going to accomplish anything today besides risking a scene."

He scoffed at her.

"It would appear to like that had been your goal."

She chuckled at his accusation and looked up into the cloudless sky. It was going to be a nice, star filled night. It was giving her a particular idea.

"You clearly think I care for sothing out of this marriage with your family more than having others recognize Qat as mine and support all she wants out of her life. I’m not sure how to clear that up. My only imdiate response is to threaten you not to hurt or get in her way again."

Mint eyes lost all their light as they looked into his. As he t them, they felt like pools that hid an endless, abyssal depth that definitely did not belong on a child. If he had to pick, the closest thing he could compare them to was a Voidling.

"But even if I leave a promise to reciprocate and multiply any wounds you attempt to leave on her, I truly fear that you’ll never stop or learn. We’ll have to finish this discussion in the future when you aren’t so terribly ill-at-ease, father-in-law. Do enjoy the feast."

Without waiting for a response, the young bride turned about to go rejoin her husband-wife, leaving the Yecine to stew in a potent agitation.

’I couldn’t move...’

In the distance, Navuill caught a nod of acknowledgent from the eldest Yecine. It was a silent thanks from Lirades for his tily alert of the tension brewing that she had been able to diffuse. As guests began to mingle and eat once more, the undercurrents of family politics continued to swirl beneath the surface of the celebration.

Qatrand watched Elua make her way back through the crowd to her. She fiddled with her cuff as her mind drifted back to her experience at the gift table...

’It was interesting that his choice was to get that woman involved.’

The ancient scher thought... while putting together everything she had sensed. From the mont she used her essence to knock down their gifts, to the careful attention of three or four particular Yecine elders as she talked to Anper, and the friendly but sneaky ’warning’ she had sent of their spirits to the disgusting Empath - her machinations had given her plenty of clues to go on in the future.

’I hope they all enjoy their spiritual markings. Oh, how I almost hope soone finds one. I should have made them more obvious! It would be so much more delicious when-’

Her stomach growled violently just as she made it back to her beloved. She licked her lips awkwardly and covered her mouth. Qatrand shook off her drift into daydreaming about the aning of her resolution at the sound of Elua’s hunger.

The blonde reached out a hand and started to lead her to their table.

"Everything alright, darling?"

The heiress questioned ’sweetly’. The one she asked nodded while choosing her words.

"The gifts are all sorted. You should apologize to your disciple. How was your... chat with Father?"

The illusionist’s spirit vibrated with ’amusent’. Her precious gem was shining so brightly, clad in that silver, that her misdirection of knocking the gifts down was revealed in its light!

"Oh, I planned to make ands. The talk was... enlightening. I’m sorry that I both didn’t warn and didn’t continue to feed the sound to you. I noticed that there was a nosy party who-"

Another internal groan rumbled the surrounding air. Qatrand couldn’t help but wonder about the machinations behind her wife’s innocent ’facade’.

’How can soone make that much mischief on an empty stomach?’