The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 33 - The Reincarnation Revelation

With the attempt to seek out the origin of the play a dead-end, the Goltbred heiress stalked off. She decided that, ultimately, it wasn’t that important to know right away. She was *really* annoyed that someone was convincing others that she was entirely a villain... or even in generous terms a mere power hungry narcissist. However, it was that she couldn’t control her reaction and made the Yecine question her about it that vexed her the most.

’I was going to explain everything in time. Maybe before we... went through with the marriage.’

Part of her didn’t believe herself. She knew that if Qat had let everything slide until that ceremony happened, she would have kept quiet about the specifics of her secret until after. It would not be the first time she engaged in something of a fait accompli. It wasn’t the ideal, but she was *okay* with being bound legally even with her husband-wife being angry or hateful because of the lack of explanation...

’I could have coaxed her slowly~’

Now the mint-eyed girl worried that she would have to begin that right away... and that acceptance of herself as a partner might waver. Unfamiliar with these thoughts of hers, the swordswoman followed behind a few paces diligently. She didn’t particularly care where they were going to next. Qatrand *was* at least a little concerned still that her betrothed was acting literally out of character.

’Her movements are tighter and refined. Like the walking posture of an older disciplined warrior. If I had to describe her normally, it is instead a mix of graceful and wildness of youth.’

The swordswoman tilted her head. It wasn’t the first time that something about the younger girl felt more aged than it should. She shook her head and buried the conjectures. She had confidence that any belief she could come up with to explain it would be overturned once the brunette began talking.

They walked for fifteen minutes and ended up at the railway station. Part of it was because the upset one of them couldn’t think of anywhere better to have the conversation... and part of it was because if the ’older’ girl didn’t take it well she would still need to board the train here eventually! Should the blonde need a while alone and left the place to cool off, it would give her another chance to explain and convince if she was already waiting exactly where the girl would need to go.

’Just like guarding a mountain pass that you know the criminal with a bounty you are hunting will have to take in order to flee pursuit.’

The one with such a spontaneous plan in her scheming spirit found and sat at a lonely bench for waiting passengers. Shortly after, she was joined by her fiance - who unbuckled her gifted sword and laid it across her lap. Elua leveled a glare at the object. It was *obviously* in the way for when she ’sought intimacy’ mid-story!

"The woman they spoke of in the play is both a lot simpler and a lot more nuanced than they tried to make her out to be. It’s probably more fashionable for myths to have pure heroes or corrupt villains."

For now, the one being spoken to merely listened. She could tell that whatever was about to be discussed was something difficult for the Goltbred. Even after they walked for so long and sat down, her eyes and voice were still dull. Qatrand took that to mean she was worried about being visibly emotional with her other persona. She decided if there was something she was really unclear or just too curious about, she would interrupt only then.

"She wasn’t always powerful. She didn’t always win. She didn’t always kill without remorse or without checking to see if she could stay her hand. While you could not always call her a good person from every angle - and while depending on who you asked she would certainly be described as unabashedly evil - she was just one cultivator of many."

A small illusion of her past form, from when she was a mere Defier and actually went out in public with that noxious, glowing green hair coalesced. The specific technique of weaving other materials into her hair during body reforging had been a gift from one of her first disciples to make it past Breacher. She was not the *only* one in her time to start using it as a sort of statement about their Element.

Though thinking back on it, she may have been one of the local trend setters!

"The Guilds of today are a lot more... friendly. Both to their own members and to each other. Competition in the distant past for knowledge, resources, missions to do... everything was far less good natured."

The illusion became surrounded by indistinct figures. Elua couldn’t be bothered to take faces and forms from a specific memory of being accosted.

"Which isn’t to say there were no rules. Places with a lot of people were protected by those same people. It was still a society. Albeit one where grievances that accumulated were often handled out of the city with sneak attacks and covered up with alibis."

The shadowy figures all leaped on top of the woman and the entire display fragmented into motes of shiny green dust.

"So the assertion that her intent was to travel in order to challenge and conquer is a little misleading. Others challenged *her*, she just won a lot of the time. I’m... not going to talk about the ’subjugating’ part for now... unless that is the only question you want to ask?"

The blonde took note, but didn’t understand the choice to change the word from conquest to one with a similar meaning. There was really only one question to start with that would define the route of all of the following conversations.

"How is it you know so much about her?"

A swipe of ’amusement’ touched at the fiance... as well as a more obvious display of the immense undercurrent of ’romantic love’.

"You aimed right at the easiest to answer and the hardest to say."

The brunette closed her eyes and took a while to reset her facade properly. Rather coincidentally, right before she felt ready to speak ’normally’ again, the stationmaster called out for a change in the schedule for arrivals and departures. He belted out many city, station, and time slots while Elua managed herself.

While it might change depending on how the other girl reacted, for the moment she was feeling a lot better and a lot less panicked. If she were to keep talking, it would make more sense to do it as the half of her that was different than she *used* to be. The kind of her she wanted to be.

"Whether I say that I *was* her in my last life - or that I retain all the memories and Astralism of that very cultivator the story was meant to be about... is about the same, right?"

The confusion running amok in her ’fortress’ was abundantly clear. Rumors and the concept of reincarnation were even more fanciful fantasy in the land they resided than it had been at Elua’s apex. After a minute of silence, in which the ’perhaps I’m not the older one’ girl tried to process this information, she finally picked a new question.

"Since when?"

Mint eyes glistened as El looked back at the young woman taking her so seriously. Some casual disbelief might have been expected from nearly anyone else.

"Since always. My first sensation of this life was being safe in the comfort of the womb."

Another concern quickly made itself felt within the tall girl’s psyche.

"Then you really died... and remember that?"

"The short answer is yes. The long answer... perhaps I’ll tell you later. If you don’t mind?"

Without any hesitation, Qat nodded. She recognized the reason not to push was her own reluctance to hear about someone she cared about experiencing pain or sadness. For a brief moment, she sought something that opposed those types of thoughts and couldn’t get a new question out of her head. Instead of pain for her-

"So does that mean you really... threw Acid on your enemies and watched them suffer? Like in the play?"

The young heiress opened her mouth and eyes in a wide O shape. After a few seconds she closed her jaw and rubbed her cheek while dry gulping.

"Can I also answer that later?"

Her hands then rushed and pressed on either side of her head as she stopped looking at the other girl and shook her skull side to side.

"No, I mean... I understand that’s as good as not denying it. So it’s already to late to... yes. Acid was my Element, so it did... get used when needed. I used it to keep myself alive at the cost of other’s suffering. Melting. Screaming. That... that part of the story isn’t wrong."

Pigeon blue eyes squinted with a little disturbance at imagining such gruesome deaths. Sensing the upset spirit, Elua’s entire body ’shook’ before stilling... but only because her wrists were grabbed.

"I wasn’t... blaming you. I don’t understand enough yet to do that."

The reborn cultivator nodded, then shut her eyes. Her wrists were let go, but before she could really wish to complain over that, a pair of thumbs wiped at the wet trail on her cheeks.

"So to sum it up, you have memories of living as a... very, very powerful cultivator a long, long time ago?"

Elua opened her eyes then nodded again.

"This does explain why you have always acted mature. As well as how you know so much about everything."

A scoffing ’laugh’ retorted.

"I don’t know everything, I just know a lot of what I know because... I liked to distract myself with things. Over a long time that condensed into enough knowledge to look smart... in a place like this."

The Yecine wasn’t sure whether to just nod or feel offended.

’Granted, if she was stronger in the past than anyone on our continent had ever seen then that did mean the places talked about must be more advanced. Though, the peace of our Guilds compared to what she talked about does sound... better.’

For a while neither of them said anything, until the ’not actually younger’ of them cleared her throat and pointed.

"That’s in the way."

The swordswoman glanced at the sheathed blade on her lap and then back at her fiancee with more obvious confusion than when she had been told that the other girl remembered her past life experience!

"I can’t... lay my head there like that! Or are you g-going to say... that we c-can’t go back to being intimate n-now that you know?"

More ’tears’ fell freely at the broken and stuttered question.

The one being essentially accused of causing the tears no longer got completely flustered like a novice. However, that did not mean she grew any appreciation for seeing the cute girl ruin her expression... almost *especially* because of something she did, with a definite regret when it involved a misunderstanding.

’When she cries when I didn’t even do anything intentionally, I feel like crying!’

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