The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'
Chapter 135 - I Should Have Just Promised To Carry And Feed You, Instead

Chapter 135: Chapter 135 - I Should Have Just Promised To Carry And Feed You, Instead

Qat pulled her lower face back from the long kiss and rested her forehead against the girl held up in her arms. The close posture reminded her intensely of what their marriage really meant - their love and their goals woven together. She wanted to become adept at advancing each day while maintaining both in step.

There was a time she didn’t quite know what cherishing someone meant, but she felt confident that she was building her own sort of understanding about it. Stitch by stitch... and one tender moment that would lead to more of them. Eventually.

’I think I might be torturing her just a little bit. Maybe I should slow down on paying my debt. Or else she might decide to bite again.’

A phantom prickling sensation struck her neck as she had the thought!

"I believe in your plan, El. Just as I hope you’ll believe in mine."

"W-what is yours, exactly?"

The brunette’s fingers curled into the black fabric of the blazer. She was trying very hard to convince herself that the teasing of her husband-wife before she left that morning - with that kiss in front of her father... was not the *reason* for this ’punishment’ being bestowed on her!

"After the Descent, while you continue to build your presence in the Guild, I’ll work on reshaping the Yecine traditions. We can support each other’s ambitions... and protect each other’s secrets."

For a tiny moment, the cultivator had an impulse to dissuade her from staying involved in that family. The thought was gone as quick as it came. She decided that it really wasn’t the best advice at this time.

Not because the ancient cultivator felt like her beloved would beat the odds she’d often witnessed when it came to fixing organizations that had grown corrupt, but because it ultimately did not matter if she failed.

’Making her not try and save her family would be worse for us both. There is also the fact that I have already kicked that hornet’s nest a few times myself and would very much like to see what happens.’

Instead of speaking about any of that, a soft laugh escaped the heiress.

"Do you have more than one secret left, my love? Your hair has been revealed very publicly."

The swordswoman stared at the amused girl and responded in a dry tone.

"I might have others. I’m much better at not telling anyone things than you are."

"Well, aren’t you full of all kinds of fire today? As much as I’d love to remain up here in your arms and begging you for the details I seem to lack... you should probably let me back down. This mess isn’t going to take care of itself any quicker if I ignore it."

Qatrand heard her words but only hummed once again in response. After a few moments of consideration, she took a step towards the door with her wife in her arms.

"You could do that - or we could go and eat. Not counting the Feast, we haven’t had a chance to have dinner as a married couple. Unless... this place is dangerous to leave unattended?"

The illusionist let her sense rove over the home again. She still wasn’t happy about what she had done, but when the person you care most about shrugs their shoulders... Elua often found herself joining in.

Especially when the choices were to spend a romantic evening with her spouse or carefully disarm hundreds of stray shards of strong intent... that would hurt neither of them.

"Dangerous... it’s probably fine. It was when I left and visited your elders a while ago."

The fragment of her spirit within her ’fortress’ had filtered a lot of the potential negative consequences out of the tall girl’s desire to experience the room. Normally, the intent would spear deep down inside the person interacting with the shards and fully stimulate that emotion within them.

Fear, Anger, and Loneliness could be quite a debilitating combination...

’If someone breaks our lock and wanders inside, I wouldn’t feel very bad at what might happen to them after enduring it myself~’

The fact that her Qat only got a little mad at one point had impressed the Breacher - the Anchor Astralism was more resistant to outside influence than she hoped... and she expected that her darling would grow into a spiritual Primalist faster than she had anticipated. She couldn’t wait!

"You went to our estate? Were you sneaking in again or did they call for you?"

The words were less teasing and more of an honest question. In any case, the Yecine took the comment to mean it was okay to go out. Her steps were careful as she made her way through the exit, not wanting the person in her arms to strike the wall or door.

"Rude. Do you think I would bother infiltrating any of your family holdings when I was confident you would not be there? Now, it is true that I had the thought to see if I could get a restful sleep by using your bed, but-"

The brunette was interrupted immediately, but the result was more positive than she expected!

"I don’t want to promote you sneaking around, so that you never risk getting caught... but if you ever think you would be more at ease by using my quarters while I’m gone, you... have my blessing."

After she returned the particular phrasing that her wife had used to send her off a few days before, the blonde cleared her throat.

"Secretly, that is. I would tell the elders that I said this if you get in trouble, but until then... it is between you and me."

’She explicitly said while she is *gone*, but whether she is there or not... what is the difference?’

True to her nature, the inch given was distorted into a mile. A bit of a plan started to come into being as Elua leaned her head into Qat’s neck.

’Well, there is a big difference. A better one. Okay, if I can be held and kissed *this* much then surely I can definitely handle sleeping next to her. Definitely.’

The swordswoman willfully ignored the sack of ’mischief’ she was carrying towards food. Qatrand didn’t mind her wife’s internal scheming... when she was safe in her arms.

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"They gave you a room... where?"

It was clear with her slow and low tone that the speaker was unhappy. The Goltbred paused herself from stuffing another piece of charred and sauce covered meat in her mouth so that she could respond.

"It could have been worse. I know that doesn’t make it good in your eyes, but it’s not worth remaining upset over."

Their trip to the outdoor restaurant had put her in an incredibly pleasant mood and the smell of seasoned dishes helped even more. Unlike when she returned by herself from the wedding, she did not bother cloaking herself in illusions... though the dress itself still looked different to everyone but her Qat.

Letting everyone see her husband-wife carrying her in ’his’ arms through the streets was the kind of spectacle she loved!

While chewing on the piece of satisfyingly spicy food, the heiress took note that three quarters of their shared plate was gone... and it hadn’t escaped her that most of *that* was consumed by herself. Expecting any and everything to be shared ’equally’ was much too fussy.

That didn’t mean there weren’t quick ways to restore a little balance! While she picked up another piece, Qatrand had sunk into thought over the unworried call of her wife to remain calm.

"Maybe so."

’But it shows me again that the people who were always so careful and had pressed for this marriage now have some kind of issue with it. Are they all like my father?’

Those other elders had yet to speak to her in that way - directly calling her weak or a disappointment - but it did not mean they felt differently. They were willing to meddle for so long as it was in the upbringing of Anper’s child... it seemed unlikely to her that they would hold their tongue if they thought he was being extreme in his comments.

’If anything, I now think he was the one holding his tongue all these years.’

A piece of green glazed meat poked her in the lips. The short arm she saw reaching out over the two person table led to the serenely smiling face of her wife. Qat quickly opened her mouth and accepted the offering.

"I didn’t say not to seek retribution or to not feel enraged for my sake. I just said not to *stay* upset. Plotting is much more effective with a clear head, darling. As well as a comfortably full stomach."

The blonde chuckled at the girl’s insinuations, realizing quickly that she had taken note of the slower rate of eating she had been up to.

"Forgive me, my wife. Watching you enjoy the meal was more filling than matching you bite for bite."

Elua blushed and looked aside, muttering quietly to herself.

"Hasn’t she secretly been reading a certain kind of book like my personal servant? I know she’s very good, but can she really always be so-"

"Would you like to order something for dessert as well?"

Her grumbling about the naturalness of lines that the Yecine spoke was interrupted by the well meaning question, but it caught the illusionist off guard. Enough so that her immediate thought was spoken aloud.

"Just another kiss from you."

Her facade withdrew, hiding what would have been a frantically stammered explanation as to how she was ’just kidding’. Qat watched as her loved one let her face and eyes grow blank despite her spirit showing off a riot of activity.

Waging what looked like a pitched battle, ’embarrassment’ and ’desire’ warred as their allies ’restraint’ and ’fondness’ marched in a circle around them... as if unsure which side to reinforce. The swordswoman found these moments fascinating in their complexity and wondered if her own emotions ever looked so vibrant to her wife.

’I’ll ask her later... and perhaps remember to tease her another day. Offering a kiss whenever dessert is mentioned at the table might cause her to be as cute again as she is right now.’