Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 458: Reuniting With Past Connections

"So, what about you? Since you can share your wives’ abilities, that implies you can transform into a dragon as well now. What color is your dragon?" she inquired.

Avery showed no real surprise. She just nodded once, as though she had already pondered that idea.

Isaac gave a faint nod.

He never harbored any hatred toward Alice because of her fate. Even if it carried bad luck, he intended to remain by her side eternally.

"Don’t worry excessively again. Dragon societies are extinct now. No one remains to pursue her. I shared this since it connects to fate," Avery responded.

The discussion came to a natural close. He dismissed the Mirror Dimension, and the area around them collapsed back into the real world. The farm returned to view, together with the soft murmur of mana surging through the crops.

He started rearranging the terrain. Those crops from the past held great value, so he aimed to manage them with care. After deliberation, he allocated five hundred hectares just for them. Though vast, the expanded city provided ample room.

Isaac took a brief break later, lounging by the farm’s border. A gentle wind brought smells of earth and new sprouts. Serenity prevailed.

He chose to tour the city and greet folks.

Paul hammered metal when Isaac arrived. The steady clanging filled the space until Paul spotted him and halted to clean his hands.

Before Isaac could respond, a massive form charged at him. Tyr’s timber frame groaned faintly in motion, halting the treant directly before Isaac.

Joy shone clearly on his face.

Tyr emitted a deep, satisfied rumble. His limbs waved gently, stirring some foliage.

A group of awakener students arrived.

Isaac lingered for hours, chatting leisurely with them. The talks stayed light, and moments flew by. At last, he departed for the universities.

Next, he visited summons integrated into guilds. They shared solid advancements, with many joining minor missions. He also checked on those destined for his army. Their drills had advanced, and order among them had sharpened noticeably.

The [Orb of People’s Voice].

This occasion, he opted to hear it himself.

Voices streamed into his thoughts. Some held everyday chatter. Others voiced worries. A few offered mere daily notes.

With the city’s growth, crowding had eased. Isaac’s crops brought affordable, nutritious eats. This shifted the whole market. New products emerged from secondary food makers using those plants, boosting small ventures.

He caught updates on orcs and nagas too.

Nagas especially tackled duties with zeal.

Then he declared, "Ruby."

"Boost the nagas’ welfare. They perform well. It’s okay to lighten their load somewhat," he instructed.

Ruby vanished.

After hours attuned to the orb, Isaac shut it off.

He made for the Sanctum of Masters.

Jeremy’s grin vanished at once.

Isaac chuckled softly, prompting the principal’s own laugh.

"Quit the lies, you old bag of bones," Elder Jeremy barked.

In time, Isaac departed for home.

Alice and Emily were back from town. Celia joined them. Catherine had already spent much of the day with Isaac. The home buzzed with energy once more.

He offered they could head to the Cradle if desired. They conferred briefly. Most opted to return, while some stayed to mind the Crawling Serpent tribe’s young.

Isaac consented. He realized denying them would prove futile.

Post-meal, Isaac massaged Emily.

"You overdid it," he remarked.

Isaac refrained from debate. He kept kneading until stiffness faded from her frame.

"My go now," she announced.

"How dare you say that? Check out these spindly arms of mine. They seem utterly frail," she lifted an arm and posed it limply.

During the rubdown, she lunged at him repeatedly.

"Rest is needed. Emily’s quest awaits tomorrow. Much prep remains."

"Alright."

"Sweet dreams then!" she chirped swiftly.

"What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t paint me as some repeat offender!" Celia protested indignantly.

Isaac remained skeptical but let it drop.