The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 34 - But Does Her Teacher Version Wear Glasses?

Chapter 34: Chapter 34 - But Does Her Teacher Version Wear Glasses?

For many, many minutes the brunette snuggled onto the muscular thighs of her husband-wife to-be without any further discussion. The blonde being used as a glorified head pillow stroked the brown hair in an effort to calm the upset girl. The fact that it seemed to be effective in some form with everything that had been revealed did strike the teenager as odd.

’Maybe she remembers everything like she claimed, but I just can’t picture the woman she showed me with that illusion acting like a spoiled little child.’

Whether Qatrand would be disappointed or not to learn she was, in fact, ’not trying hard enough’ to use her imagination would remain a mystery.

"So... now you know a part of things. Practically the keyshard to it, really."

The young heiress sighed at her own joke. She had been talking to too many other sigilists too often. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"You understand that you’re the only one I’ve ever told, right?"

"I do. I take it that you were willing because... you trust me."

She had said as much just earlier, but what the young cultivator was really thinking about when she spoke was the time before she left to join a Guild.

> I underestimate you a lot less than anyone else right now... and trust you more than possibly anyone else ever will. <

It was one thing to attribute a statement like this to the girl’s advanced use of spirit in reading the emotions and intents of people she was facing in conversation. Now that there was the context of her, at one time, being even stronger and living a life filled with yet unknown hardships... the affirmation and oath took on stronger overtones. They were no longer entirely the hasty words of a young girl in love.

Once again, whether Qat would be disappointed in her own ability to fail in imagining that ancient cultivator as nothing more than a ’brat’ obsessed with loving the one she fell for is hard to say. However, in the far off future she would look back at this analysis and feel a slight case of ’I may have been overestimating her’.

A soft hand reached up and cupped the tall girl’s chin.

"I do trust you. You’re so very special to me. I can’t even picture you trying to betray my confidence in you."

The mint-eyed girl smiling ’sweetly’ pinched the skin on her face before ’giggling’.

"Now you might also understand why I gave you so many warnings about my other gift. It’s the curated teachings of an ancient! Have you been using it?"

Before she set off to the Coiled Serpent Guild interview, the illusionist had finished and presented a kind of cultivation training tool to the Yecine. Inside it were recorded lectures with attached illusions of herself teaching ’courses’ specialized to her fiance’s Trinity of Aspects - as well as other representations like drawings or models that could help explain anything she was talking about.

It was a great undertaking and ate up, in relation to many of the other constructs and uses she had been doing, a comparatively significant portion of her accumulated spiritual energy over the months she readied the tool; enough that she was only going to re-approach the peak of Primalist in another month and a half.

"A few times... but I haven’t been alone nearly enough to listen to it all."

Elua frowned. She didn’t want to actually get up, but the things she was about to say were serious. Moreover, she really didn’t want to be thrown off the lap if her beloved gem suddenly tried to stand because her words were upsetting!

"This... will you allow them to keep you so busy after we are bound together? I mean, I’m aware that there are events that will take your attention soon, so I’m not asking for you to ignore everything else other than me after we marry... but I did work hard on that for you to take advantage of."

The one being admonished decided to respond earnestly.

"I know you did. I fully intend to make use of it."

The one being placated wrung her own wrists! She believed her... but...

"I want you to be strong. Whether that’s at a slower pace or not is your choice, but that’s exactly the problem. I feel... urgh, this is going to sound pushy. I feel like you are choosing not to make ’difficult’ choices when it comes to others sometimes, because it is easier than analyzing what you would rather do and why."

The brunette nervously wiped her hands across her face and brushed her hair with spread fingers until she held over her ears. Talking this way, as if she had every proper answer, was making her *tense*. Especially after making herself seem more ’reliable’ by having talked about retaining her past memories. If she was so reliable, she wouldn’t have needed to restart her life!

"Okay, uhm. While that probably can’t be heard as anything but a criticism, I would prefer that you hear it as just something being pointed out by someone concerned with your future. It’s my care for you... but it’s also selfish. I genuinely fear you regretting things later on."

Such micromanaging control and ’insensitive nagging’ had been one of the things her past partners would grow to find intolerable. Likewise, when the person she had feelings for began to view her presence as nothing but a burden, it would drain her capacity to remain *obsessed* with the particular qualities she had seen within them. She didn’t want that to happen again, so she had worked hard each successive relationship to figure out how to better explain herself.

Though it didn’t come naturally or quickly.

"I know because I’ve been... something like that. Truthfully more like the opposite. Reluctant to really look at why the choices I was making were so contrary to what others would want me to make. Regretting the outcomes."

Feeling the ’physically older’ girl deep in thought, a portion of Elua panicked and backtracked. What good was her advice! Pushing too much at overcoming your own nature could also be dangerous... right? Her voice began to mumble her retraction.

"If... if the process you are using to make decisions is intrinsic to you, though, then... I suppose I can’t say anything. I haven’t exactly changed much in thousands of years. I’ve just... really grown to know who and what I am and... and, ugh how to explain it?"

"...Thousands?"

’Ah...’

Mint eyes flicked every which way except into the set of pigeon blue... at least for more than a nanosecond here and there.

Like how a spiritualist became ’smarter’ when achieving the Enchanter realm, a physical cultivator gained a large boost to longevity at the same ranking. However, this only changed the average maximum lifespan from around eighty as mortals or up to 120 as Initials into four hundred and eighty.

The increase at Primalist and Breacher were not nearly so drastic. The people of this region and this continent had no information on the realities of passing the barrier to the Upper Realms and the changes that it brings. Let alone what it was like to be stalled in the Demi-god phase of traveling one’s cultivation path.

"I, uh, you... uhm... heard wrong?"

A finger reached out and poked the liar between the eyes, which forced out a weakly voiced sound like: "Nnng!"

"I don’t think I did, but if it is making you so uncomfortable we can toss it into the pile of secrets that you will tell me someday if you feel I should be told."

Truthfully, the ’first time teenager’ barely knew how to conceptualize living for another ten years. The hundreds that she knew about as her ’potential’ were already so indistinct that a changing of the scale of the figures... didn’t make much difference. They were just bigger improbable numbers!

Also she was growing to realize that her future wife absolutely could not stand but to tell her everything: eventually. She certainly knew more about the girl than she knew about her own father.

’Honestly... I might know more about her than about myself? Well, I guess that makes sense. She’s... thousands of years older than me, so there is a lot more quantity to know.’

After having the thought, Qatrand tilted her head. She wondered, was it really okay to just... *be okay* with that kind of age gap in their personalities? She glanced toward the brunette rubbing the spot between her brows while puffing her cheek out.

’Forget an age that large, is this genuinely the face of a girl only three years younger than me - why is she this cute?’

It was really something that the Yecine had been completely unable to get over ever since they first met. She’d also been keeping her eyes peeled ever since the sudden... ’argument’ to see if there was any other that made the tall girl feel the same way. Even for the young girls that could be classified as cute, it wasn’t nearly as visceral a reaction.

’Really, just why - oh. Right. It’s part of her facade, so she *wanted* to be like this...’

The back of a set of long fingers moved forward and brushed the pouting cheek.

"Are you so cute because it is simpler to influence others that way?"

The one asked such a *rude* question froze in mixed storm fronts of-

’Hngh!? Why is she trying to insult me and praise me at the same time? It... it surprisingly *works*. No, no I shouldn’t... shouldn’t tell her that. I shouldn’t tell anyone that. Forget that, me.’

"Aren’t I this way because my mother is attractive and my father is... not bad?"

In a distant office, ’not bad looking’ Ondua suddenly felt distracted and anxious. He decided to pen his next letter to his oldest daughter a little early. Thinking of her as the oldest and not the *only* was still strange after less than half a year of it being the case!

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