Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 542 Sublime

"Cough, everyone has been assigned a place to sleep. If there are matters of importance, we shall discuss them tomorrow morning," Shen announced. He rose from his seat, signaling the servants to guide the guests.

Vritra’s women all fixed their gazes on him; they harbored their own desires for a magnificent wedding, yet they chose to suppress their grievances for the time being.

They decided to grant the newlyweds some privacy for the night.

Naturally, Yasmine exited the physical area, only to slip into the fourth dimension where she could hover invisibly around Vritra.

After a brief conversation with Vritra, Vanessa and the others departed. The four women had arranged for their beds to be placed within a single chamber.

They intended to spend the night talking, cherishing the rare occasion where they were all gathered together.

Gunter and Ava also retired to their quarters following a short exchange with him.

Eventually, Shen approached Vritra and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Ahem, I—I have readied a room for you, Ar—brother-in-law." It felt incredibly bizarre for him to address someone of such a young age with that title.

Vritra stood up and lifted his hand, causing the monarch to flinch in fear, but he simply patted Shen’s shoulder and said:

"I appreciate it, Shen, but that won't be necessary. I'll be staying in Teresa’s room."

"H-Huh? But... that could be risky..." Shen whispered, retreating to hide behind Sir Giant.

"Art, why don't you occupy a separate room for the night? It remains unconfirmed whether you might accidentally cause her harm. This is for the benefit of both par—" Sir Giant interjected, fully expecting Art to concede out of respect.

"You no longer need to fret over her safety or health; I will look after her personally from now on," Vritra countered. He intended to let the relationship develop at a natural pace.

Both of them required time to become vulnerable with one another, particularly Teresa.

While she was exceptionally brilliant—perhaps the most intelligent of his wives or a match for Yasmine—she still had much to learn regarding ordinary life.

"You—Sigh. I observed that your touch does not pain her, however—" Sir Giant persisted. Originally, they assumed Teresa’s lifestyle would remain unchanged even after the wedding.

They believed such isolation was vital for her protection, but Vritra wanted her to experience the world and flourish in every aspect.

Cutting the old man off, Vritra gestured toward Teresa and said: "Let us leave the decision to Tess. I will abide by her choice."

"Very well. My doll, what is your wish?" Sir Giant asked, clasping his hands behind his back with renewed confidence.

He felt certain of her answer; after all, who understood her better than he did?

The bride, who had been sitting in silence, tilted her head up before standing.

Without a moment of hesitation, she moved to stand behind Vritra, gently clutching the edge of his sleeve.

"What? Teresa, what is the meaning of this? Has he intimidated you?" Sir Giant was so stunned that he stumbled backward, colliding with Shen and sending the monarch sprawling onto his backside.

"No. I wish to remain with my h-husband," she declared, though the words were difficult for her to speak.

A smirk played on Vritra’s lips as he took hold of her arm.

'She is incredibly sweet...' He felt he could simply close his eyes and listen to her soothing voice forever.

"Do you have anything else to add, old man? If not, please leave," Vritra said. He felt a surge of satisfaction that she had chosen him, and he took pleasure in the betrayed looks on her family's faces.

"..."

Leading her by the arm, Vritra and Teresa exited the hall.

The residence was quite expansive, with her personal quarters situated on the second floor.

Teresa was visibly anxious as she guided him toward her room.

Though she still held affection for her kin, she recognized that Vritra was her future—the one who would walk beside her until the end.

Upon reaching the door, Teresa pushed it open and entered, her eyes scanning the interior nervously.

The lights flickered on automatically.

To her relief, the room was tidy and well-maintained.

Vritra walked inside and observed his surroundings; the air was filled with her scent, and the room was packed with various artifacts.

He shut the door and walked over to examine the items displayed along the walls.

Despite its large size, the room felt crowded due to the sheer volume of objects.

"Are these all your creations?" he asked, picking up a gauntlet to inspect its properties.

"Yes," Teresa answered, standing perfectly still.

Vritra was genuinely impressed by her work. She was a true prodigy; every item was a high-grade treasure.

It was clear why the Ford family had prospered so much, though he personally had little interest in the gear itself.

Turning back, he noticed his wife standing there with a stiff posture.

He approached her, patting her head gently. "Why don't you change into some more comfortable clothes?"

"Understood..." Teresa nodded and hurried into the bathroom.

Vritra also changed into casual attire; he simply willed it, and Goop shifted its form.

It was an incredibly convenient ability.

He then climbed onto the bed and lay down, reflecting on the chaotic and eventful day.

Noticing the figure drifting through the room, Vritra thought: 'Wifey, are you not tired?'

"No. I want to be with you. I will join you once Teresa has fallen asleep," the dragoness answered. It felt almost as if she were having a secret tryst with another woman's husband, despite him being her own.

'Very well.' Vritra nodded, feeling the pull of exhaustion.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Teresa emerged.

Now dressed in her nightwear, Vritra could finally see her true form.

Her black hair flowed freely down her back, slightly disheveled and reaching past her waist.

Her eyes remained closed.

She was biting her lower lip in a fit of nerves.

Her skin possessed a creamy radiance that seemed to glow in the dim light, contrasting sharply with her dark lips.

Her curves were stunning, rivaling even those of Vanessa, Yasmine, and Yennefer.

The sheer fabric of her gown clung to her, emphasizing a voluptuous and flawlessly balanced figure. Every line of her body, from her chest to her thighs, looked absolutely captivating.

With those dark, lush lips and such a striking face, Vritra could only stare at her in a trance.

Even as a demi-god, her beauty bypassed his mental fortifications. It was no wonder others lost their minds over her.

'A goth beauty...?' Given her timid personality and soft voice, this "baddie" aesthetic was the last thing he had anticipated.

"Wow, she is significantly more stunning than the stories suggested. It makes sense why no one could ever take the top rank from her," Yasmine remarked, equally stunned by her appearance.

Several others occupied the second rank, including herself and Yennefer—though Yennefer had been removed recently—alongside Vanessa and Fiona.

Maeve was excluded from the rankings since she was a demon and had altered her looks.

Shaking off his daze, Vritra found it difficult to look away. Looking at her, he questioned if this was truly the same shy, awkward woman he had married.

"Tess, do you remember our first rule?" he asked.

"My husband is always right," she replied immediately, her voice as melodious as ever.

'It is definitely her.' Vritra felt relieved, though he still marveled that such beauty was possible without a hint of makeup.

At that moment, his eyes caught sight of a glass sphere tucked away in the corner of a shelf.

Inside, violent tempests swirled—the exact same sight he had witnessed before.

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