NOVGO.NET Chapter 548 Blossom Did Nothing Wrong!
“You know what he meant. You might be a young adult among elven circles, but in this house, well… you’re older than all of us combined, counting your century-old daughter.” Lucille giggled before leaning back into my embrace and planting a loving kiss on my cheeks, very happy with my words of praise.
“Blossom also heard Lucille doing her best to recruit new girls into the harem multiple times!” My dog-girl declared while eyeing both Lyra and Sylvaris without any reservations for personal boundaries, eliciting a muted yelp from the pink-haired tanker girl whose cheeks rapidly turned crimson red.
Sylvaris, on the other hand, merely pretended not to notice she was included in Lucille’s ‘girls to be recruited’ list as she gracefully raised her tea cup to her mouth in order to sip from it while eyeing the board game as if deep in thought what her next move should be.
*Sniff, sniff*
Blossom suddenly started rapidly sniffing in my direction while furrowing her eyebrows as she was visibly deep in thought. Her adorable canine investigation finished within seconds as she eyed me worriedly. “Master smells of burned flesh and fire so strongly it almost usurps the overwhelming odors of Seraphiel’s lady juices on him!”
*Pffft!*
Sylvaris was caught so off guard by her statement that she made a mess of her tea, most of what landed on her face and beautiful silver hair. “My sincere apologies!” She hastily apologized with great embarrassment etched across her gorgeous features before rushing to clean up after herself. A lady like her had likely never made such a social blunder in her nearly three hundred years of life. This serene elf arrived in my home less than 24 hours ago, and she was already brought out of her element to this degree…
“Blossom, you know what happens to bad girls, right?” I asked while doing my best to hold an amused chuckle back. I didn’t want Sylvaris to feel more ashamed than she already did.
“Blossom did nothing wrong!” She protested strongly while jumping to her feet and quickly bringing both of her hands to her delicate behind protectively.
Sigh. I can’t bring myself to seriously fault this cute scatterbrain of mine. Also, I took a thorough shower after laying with Sera yet she still sensed her scent on me this accurately…
Blossom was truly a born prodigy when it came to sense of smell. She was unique in this department even compared to other dog-kins.
I then apologized to Sylvaris in her stead, after which I explained my little duel with the strange elixir. As expected, even the elven matriarch couldn’t offer any substantial tips besides some remedies that may or may not help.
Although I couldn’t explain my thoughts properly, I simply knew on an instinctual level that this power was not something that mere herbal remedies could help overcome. No, this most likely went beyond the means of mortals.
Even the unknown fellow who sold it to the merchant affiliated with the bidding house was beyond strange. I distinctly remembered the words he allegedly said: ‘The bearer I sought eludes the threads of time; mine eyes see no longer the destined soul. By the will of the Weave, I place these relics where hands unbidden may claim. Let the currents of fate mend what I could not.’
At first I assumed him to merely be an unhinged lunatic as no normal person talks like that, but such a line of thought seemed less and less likely to be correct, as the four elixirs he handed over had such overwhelming properties to them that a mortal would almost certainly succumb to them. He was likely looking for the exiled primordials; perhaps he knew of them from an old tale or something.
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To that end, I didn’t want to believe some seer saw the future and predicted my arrival, making me the ‘destined soul’. I wanted to be the one who governed my future, not some omnipresent entity influencing me without my knowledge and consent. While maybe hopeful, my theory was simply that among the primordials there was a renowned mage who likely could consume these elixirs and make good use of them, making them the destined one.
Anyhow, it was time to move on. I turned toward my hot brown-haired woman and said, “Jasmine, I more-or-less kidnapped you from your home, yet you don’t seem to be in a rush to get back. Is it fair to assume dearest father isn’t frantically searching for you all over Braedon?”
“Yes, I’ve been missing for only a day; they’re probably thinking I’m conducting a business deal out of town or something like that. However, I should be getting back before my absence becomes a problem…” She grimaced at the mere thought of returning ‘home’, letting me know how much she loved her new home despite only spending a few hours in it. She belonged here now, and her heart understood it perfectly.
“Then I’ll take you back. Ayame, we’ve got a meeting to catch in Shadowhold, so prepare for the outing.”
Silence descended on the room. They were privy to my idea of ruining the relationship between the Greenvales and the criminals; I wouldn’t make such a decision without listening to their input. They thought it to be a very risky but very profitable endeavor.
“That means the plan worked, huh?” Lucille laughed excitedly in my lap. She was ready to go on a rampage.
“Yep. I got a call from Orianna; the Winterwood count died. It’s quite likely that a succession conflict will erupt between the two sides, and well, if it doesn’t…”
A dark, ominous atmosphere descended around the table; it felt like I was surrounded by hot, evil women, all of whom had features ranging from perfectly indifferent poker faces to outright grinning like proper villains. They all understood our actions would result in the deaths of innocents, yet the possible benefits were simply too tantalizing to worry about such thoughts.
My sentence was finished for me by Ayame, whose eyes gleamed with a devilish glint: “You’ll make sure conflict occurs no matter what they do to maintain the current fragile peace. The twins are the perfect tools to make the duke lash out.”
I nodded with an evil grin flashing on my face as well, “That is indeed the case.”