Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 588 Something Evil

Having pondered for several moments, Vritra headed off to find Teresa, even though it meant pausing her practice briefly.

"Tess, do you think you can pull it off?" After laying out his plan, he inquired.

She considered it briefly and replied with a radiant, lovely grin: "Absolutely, my love, that's no trouble at all. It won't take me long, just a couple of minutes."

Without questioning his intentions, she set right to the task, and Vritra observed her efforts in sheer amazement.

Her skills were genuinely remarkable.

True to her word, Teresa completed it in mere minutes, passing the item over to Vritra while saying:

"This ought to work for a full week at minimum, and nobody at the lord level could withstand what it does."

Vritra tucked it into his storage and gave a nod, stepping closer to plant a soft kiss on her soft ebony lips before adding: "You're incredibly gifted, my Tess—well done. By the way, I'm stepping out for a little while."

Teresa beamed warmly, savoring his compliments and affection.

Vritra started to depart, but halted and turned back: "Mind if I borrow your handkerchief?"

Teresa hesitated briefly, caught off guard, before pulling out her handkerchief and offering it to him.

"Sure thing, husband—it's yours."

She gave it without probing why.

Accepting it, Vritra leaned in for one more kiss, then spun around and vanished from sight.

Now by herself, Teresa brushed her lips, still feeling the warmth of his touch. She yearned to assist him however possible, especially if it earned her more such gentle rewards.

Unlike her kin, Vritra never demanded anything.

For starters, he seldom requested favors from her, and whenever he did, it came as a polite ask for aid—he never saw her as mere equipment.

She sensed his genuine concern for her, always mindful of her emotions.

This brought a surge of joy and comfort to her soul.

Feeling uplifted, she sang softly to herself as she resumed her training and tinkered with a side project.

…

Vritra soared through the skies, clutching the handkerchief and drawing it near his nose for a gentle sniff.

At once, his senses overflowed with Teresa's delightful fragrance—it was utterly enchanting.

Satisfied, Vritra stowed it safely and boosted his pace through the intense blizzard, where the airborne spores appeared thicker than earlier.

'I'm curious if it'll cause any harm, but even with my power, covering the whole world is impossible.' He mused, realizing they'd need to rely on Teresa's help.

After traveling a short distance, a gateway ripped open ahead, and he slipped through it without a trace.

In an instant, he materialized within the Yate realm.

"…"

After a pause, he chose to seek out Gunter first.

Thus, he glided to his quarters and rapped on the entrance.

Midnight had long passed, startling Gunter and Ava awake. Grabbing his armament, Gunter approached the door warily.

Since his son's wedding, intruders had surged in numbers, though the weather shift had eased things somewhat.

Yet plenty still attempted to infiltrate and abduct Teresa.

"It's me."

Vritra detected Gunter's guarded advance, so he called out to identify himself.

"Ah, son, what's the matter? Why visit at this hour?" Gunter swung the door wide, eyeing Vritra with concern.

Ava bundled up in covers against the chill and emerged as well.

"Everything alright, dear?" She gazed at Vritra and wondered.

"Yes, nothing's amiss. I came to say that tomorrow, none of our family will attend the Ford wedding."

Not witnessing it firsthand would simplify his explanations, and he only suggested this to spare the pair any pain.

"Are things rough between you and Teresa?" Ava pressed quickly, aware of her son's disdain for the Fords, yet this was a major occasion.

"No, that's not the issue. I'll fill you in soon, but please, both of you, remain here."

Vritra held back more details.

Should they attend anyway, he'd be powerless to intervene, but heeding his words would keep matters smooth.

"Alright, I won't pry—just stay safe, and think things through."

Gunter advised, confident in his son's abilities and placing full faith in him.

"Mmm, time for me to head out."

Vritra acknowledged and faded from view in a blink.

Gunter gazed at the empty space, let out a breath, then retreated inside with his wife—his boy had matured immensely.

"Could he be quarreling with Teresa?" Ava wondered as they climbed back into bed.

"Doubt it—Teresa committed fully to Art, picking him over her own blood, and he cherishes her deeply, so probably not."

Gunter responded.

After a short silence, she probed again: "Might he take out Ford family members tomorrow?"

"…Possibly, yeah. No clue why, but he clearly harbors no fondness for them. Still, we'll back him no matter what."

Gunter stated firmly—be it the Fords or another mighty group, his own household came first.

The pair kept talking lightly until sleep claimed them.

…

Vritra reached the dwelling where Onest rested, rapping lightly and standing by.

Moments later, a drowsy Onest appeared, yawning and blinking as he spotted Vritra in astonishment: "What's up, Vritra? Ugh, it's way too early…"

"Get into some proper attire—we've got a place to hit."

Vritra instructed, then strode toward Shitless's home.

He pounded on the door and lingered, but silence greeted him; another knock yielded nothing.

Vritra exhaled wearily, then called out at a moderate volume:

"Shitless, we're off to stir up some chaos, you in?"

Before Vritra could wrap up, a loud thud echoed from within.

Shitless had smacked his skull against the bedframe, nearly shattering it, as he sprang up and dashed to the entrance in the following heartbeat.

"I'm ready—let's move!!"

Shitless cut an odd figure in his quirky sleep garb, patterned with whimsical creature illustrations.

"Change into something suitable and join me out front."

Vritra directed, heading off to wait.

The next day promised judgment for numerous souls, yet he craved a taste of payback beforehand.

Shortly after, Shitless and Onest emerged, clad appropriately.

Thanks to the bracelets Teresa had gifted, the duo shrugged off the frost and particles entirely.

"So, what's our destination?"

The monk Shitless swept snow from his shiny pate and queried.

Bullo slumbered soundly indoors at present.

Vritra dipped his head and outlined the scheme; soon he wondered:

"You two able to whip up something along those lines?"

Disgust twisted Shitless and Onest's features, yet they agreed, grins creeping in as they envisioned the outcome.

"Yeah, we'll handle it right away."

They confirmed with nods and rushed into action.

Their goal was a unique concoction, with components that, while flexible, proved tough to source amid the harsh conditions.

Vritra lingered calmly; recalling a detail, he fished out sweets from his pocket and popped one between his lips.

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