Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 147: The Most Dangerous Person Heard My Wife!

Before, we simply… came to the conclusion that we were all equal in Celia’s heart from our sight alone; not asking for clarification. However, now that it is known that… only Celia herself can fully see those threads…

Ah, fuck. Guanyu was already outside of Celia’s Soul, in her physical form, and Runeth also teleported away. Even my daughter is aware of how bad this slip up from Celia is!!!

Vulely: “…”

Celia: “?”

Guanyu: “…”

How did this happen?! We were just having a fun, mother-daughter-daughter bonding time, messing around. Yet… now I am in a dangerous situation, with an oppressive and obsessive woman staring me down.

What’s worse… is that this wouldn’t have occurred… if we let Celia do as she pleased. There is a lesson in this, I guess. I should have just kept to my narration, and watched what Celia planned on doing. Such a lesson… I just hope that I can survive to long enough to actually recall it next time!…

Guanyu: “What should we do about this, Vulely?” She asked with a serious tone.

Vulely: “…I’ll defer to your opinion or choice on this matter, Guanyu.” I weakly answered back.

Guanyu: “No, I need more than my own thoughts for this conundrum.” She replied with a sigh.

Celia: “Um… what exactly is wrong right now?” She asked with a confused head tilt.

Guanyu: “It relates to you, Celia, yes… But this is the harem’s problem, not yours; sorry. Please… just go find Runeth’s main wife; Vulely and I will speak in private.” She explained with a frustrated expression.

Snap!

With the snapping of her fingers, Guanyu teleported both of us back to my office, making me recall that the Cultivator could access this place. Supposedly, this is a pocket Dimension of my sole ownership; no one else should be able to enter it, let alone so easily…

Granted, this was created by my original Celia, who wasn’t as strong as the current one. If I bothered asking my wife… Celia could very likely enhance it, as well as fix the method that Guanyu uses to enter it. Ah, Nemu can enter it as well!… Whatever, my job won’t go on for much longer, anyway.

Vulely: “Would feigning ignorance… be a good option?” I proposed with an unsure tone.

Guanyu: “It would be an option, but not the best. Celia will keep wanting to match make others; so, one of the harem members might stumble upon this sad truth themselves, eventually.” She denied with a shake of her head.

Vulely: “…You’re right. Then, what are we to do about this?” I replied with a depressed thinking pose.

Everyone, the wives I mean, made it a very big deal that Celia’s threads were of equal size, thickness, and the same color. That meant we were all loved by our wife at the same level.

Unfortunately, Celia innocently revealed that she sees those threads differently. Meaning… we all aren’t actually equal in her heart. Or… we are, I have no idea. Which is the main problem for us; whether we should rip this bandage off now, or leave it for far later into the future…