Chapter 237: She Was Quick!
Lyrica: “T-to be clear, I’m a submissive woman; and that’s why I got aroused by you. I don’t have a fetish for…being fed, or anything like that!…” She clarified with a still red face, stuttering a bit.
Guanyu: “You, or your mother should have informed me of such days ago. I don’t take kind to accidentally pleasuring someone who isn’t my wife.” She replied with an upset tone.
Frances: “Please, don’t be so angry with us. We just didn’t want to…go against your will, and die from doing so. All that we’ve gained would have been pointless if that happened…” She explained with a very reluctant tone, barely able to look at the Cultivator directly.
Guanyu: “Oh? A very foolish line of thinking. Now that Celia has helped you two to such an extent, you’re family, or, at the very least, friends of ours. Injuring, let alone killing any member of this group…is something that the ever forgiving Celia will never allow or stand by, despite how much she loves us.” She replied with a scoff, as if the mother and daughter just said and did the most stupid act possible in her mind.
Vulely: “In reality, this hasn’t been tested just yet; if Celia would harm us for killing family. However, none of us will ever be willing to test that out, so Guanyu’s words are likely correct.” I added with a confident tone and expression.
Lyrica and Frances: “( ’-’ ~)”
While, yes, there are those of the family who have harmed the group; but all of those horrible acts occurred prior to them joining us. I mean, Celia’s mother, Eternanel, slaughtered countless versions of our group; though, as I’ve just said, that happened before Celia saved her.
Even after gaining the memories of every timeline version of ourselves, we didn’t start hating Eternanel. Anything bad that we unfortunately went through…was purely all in the service of reaching this utterly perfect point of our existences. Truly, most crimes can be forgiven, if the reward in return was this life.
Another Week Later.
Vulely: “So? How does it feel, now being at the very tip-top of this Dimension in power, a height that no one else can reach? And, in this case…a depth that none other than a Higher Being can reach…?” I asked with a knowing tone, mainly praising my wife through the duo, via the work that she put in to help them.
Glub!
Vulely: “Oxygen…is beneath our kind; sillies. Start breathing already, and you can talk like normal, as well! Confused? You merely need to use Divinity, or even Mana to breath instead. Rather, you shouldn’t bother with the lousy element ever again. Mana and Divinity breathing are miles better, after all!” I informed with a haughty laugh.
Lyrica: “P-pah! Wow…I can talk and breath underwater. I was fruitlessly trying to cast some kind of air bubble spell, or something along those lines…” She mused with a deeply impressed (with herself, I assume) tone.
Frances: “…An odd experience, but I guess that getting used to these things is…required of my daughter and I. Vulely, why have you taken…teleported us out into the middle of the sea?” She asked with more of a curious than upset tone.
Vulely: “There’s an unknown being living down here, you see. As Higher Beings, it is your sworn duty to make sure that there isn’t some ancient power hidden in any Dimension you happen to visit, which may or may not screw us all over later. It’s for safety!” I answered, skillfully lying through my teeth, hoping that Celia would later approve of my good grooming habits.
Frances: “…”
Lyrica: “…”