Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 543 Neglected

Vritra stood mesmerized by his wife, finding that mere words were insufficient to capture her beauty or the depth of his emotions.

She was breathtaking; a soft blush graced her skin, making her rosy cheeks appear even more vibrant.

His gaze suddenly caught a glimpse of a glass sphere tucked away in the shadows of a shelf corner.

Inside the orb, violent tempests swirled—a sight identical to what he had witnessed in the werewolf's crystal ball.

The Oblivion Tornado Realm; this was the essential link to locating Yennefer.

It turned out Divine had been truthful. Vritra’s focus immediately shifted from Teresa’s beauty to the mysterious glass object.

Meanwhile, as she stepped out of the bath, Teresa could feel Vritra’s eyes traveling across her form.

Under normal circumstances, such a lingering gaze from anyone else would have sparked discomfort.

Strangely, she found herself enjoying his attention, wishing only that she possessed the sight to see him clearly in return.

However, her surprise grew when his interest diverted away from her after only a few moments.

Teresa felt she had little to contribute to this union, with her physical appearance being one of the few things she felt confident in.

Though her true face was rarely seen, those who did behold it were usually captivated instantly. Was her husband truly indifferent?

Her shoulders slumped as a wave of sadness washed over the young bride, making her doubt herself and wonder if he harbored a secret dislike for her.

It felt like a heavy blow. She had originally worried her looks might overwhelm him as they had others, but those fears seemed misplaced.

'Does he truly have no interest in me?' she mused, questioning if she would ever be able to capture his heart.

Vritra rose from the bed and approached the shelf. Picking up the glass orb, he asked, "Did you create this as well?"

Teresa turned her head toward him absentmindedly and gave a small nod. "Yes..."

"It’s true, hubby, it looks exactly like the other one," Yasmine chimed in.

"Then tell me, what is this?" Vritra pressed, sensing he was finally on the verge of finding Yennefer.

"It is essentially a bomb, capable of wiping out the entire Ford realm," Teresa explained, hoping perhaps he was attracted to her magical prowess instead.

"Oh!" Vritra felt a brief impulse to test its power within the Ford realm but quickly restrained himself.

"This tornado... where did the source come from?" he inquired.

"I am not entirely sure. It was a gift from... the Star family. However, I know they have recently been pushing their research into various other realms," Teresa replied.

The Star family had likely intended to use the object to incite chaos, but as a sorceress of peerless talent, Teresa had successfully harnessed it to create this treasure.

'It appears a meeting with the Star family is unavoidable,' Vritra realized. He was getting closer; if he could just step into that realm, he would find her.

"Would you mind if I borrowed this for a time?" Vritra asked her with a smile.

'Is he really more fascinated by this weapon than by me?'

"Yes, it is yours to keep," Teresa answered. She turned away and walked back to the bed, climbing onto the mattress.

She sat there quietly, her eyes remaining shut tight.

"Sigh. Hubby, you’ve upset Teresa. You finally see her face and you don't even offer a single compliment," the dragoness chided Vritra.

'Ah...' Stowing the glass orb, he turned back to see her exquisite face, which was currently clouded with thought.

Vritra rubbed his cheek sheepishly. In his sudden excitement, he had been insensitive, showing more enthusiasm for a random invention than his own wife.

Clearing his throat, he moved to the bedside and took a seat next to her.

"Tess, you are truly stunning. Would you open your eyes for me?" Vritra whispered. He ran his fingers through her silky hair before gently cupping her soft, glowing cheek.

Her skin felt so delicate that he feared he might bruise her with even a slightly heavy touch.

Vritra recalled her image from the visions Divine had shared, but those glimpses paled in comparison to the reality of her beauty.

He then remembered the vision of the two sisters shielding Divine.

Teresa had even usurped the destiny of a God, a being whose appearance surpassed all mortals.

'Is she essentially the goddess of beauty?' Even such a grand title seemed inadequate.

Teresa began to relax under his tender touch, her anxieties melting away.

"Mhm." After a brief pause, her lashes flickered and she slowly opened her eyes.

Vritra was instantly ensnared by the beauty of her gaze, feeling as though he were drowning in them despite the hollow void they contained.

"So, your loss of sight was the price for taking Darius's fate..." he whispered.

"Yes..." For the first time, she wondered if she regretted absorbing someone else's misfortune.

"Is there a way to undo it? Can the fate be transferred to another?" Vritra asked, staring at her from such a short distance that her scent and beauty threatened to overwhelm his senses.

'She is beyond perfection,' he thought to himself.

"No, there is no way. And I wouldn't," she replied. It seemed that selflessness was woven into the very fabric of Teresa's soul.

Once she took on a tragic fate, she either couldn't or wouldn't pass the burden to anyone else.

"I understand. I will find a way to fix this, I promise," Vritra declared firmly. He then added, "Let’s get some rest now. I'm sure you're exhausted after everything."

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good night," he murmured softly.

"O-Oh... G-Good night." The woman, who was a stranger to such tenderness, felt completely overwhelmed by the simple gesture.

Vritra fought the urge to kiss her dark, alluring lips. She possessed a striking, "baddie" aura, but he didn't want to push her too fast.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, switched off the lights, and settled into the bed.

Teresa lay down beside him, her body as stiff and straight as a soldier on duty, her arms pinned to her sides.

Vritra chuckled softly. He slid his right arm beneath her head. Confused, Teresa lifted her head slightly.

He moved her pillow aside so she could rest directly on his arm.

He then drew her closer, guiding her onto her side until her soft form was pressed against his.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Her hands hovered nervously for a moment before she finally rested them against his chest.

A few moments later, she relaxed, snuggling into his warmth and even draping a leg over his.

The intimacy felt incredible; she feared she might become addicted to the feeling of being held.

Before long, the pair fell into a deep sleep, their limbs intertwined in a close embrace.

Yasmine soon joined them on his other side, already having grown fond of sleeping by his side.

***

The night flew by. The members of the Ford family slept little, busy with various arrangements.

Given the status of their current guests, they were determined to provide the highest level of hospitality.

They also needed to show more respect to the Yates family. Word had traveled fast regarding Art Yates slaying thousands of fishmen, including a lord.

Combined with the revelation of Teresa’s true identity, it appeared both the Yates and Ford families had been blessed with incredible fortune.

Initially, the newlyweds were seen as unremarkable and were the subject of ridicule, but now, they were the talk of the town.

Naturally, such fame would draw unwanted attention, particularly regarding Teresa.

Many factions, from the righteous sects to the dark underworld, would undoubtedly seek to exploit her talents.

Deep within the Golden Moon headquarters, Oracle sat with the five other leaders, silently reviewing the latest reports.

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