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

After a short period of contemplation, Vritra headed toward Teresa, needing to briefly halt her practice session.

"Tess, can you make it?" He shared his plan with her and then inquired.

With a radiant and lovely grin, she considered it and replied: "Of course, husband, that's quite simple for me. It won't take more than a few minutes."

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

Her skills were genuinely remarkable.

True to her word, Teresa completed the task in just minutes, passing the item to Vritra as she stated:

"This ought to last at least a week, and no lord-rank individual could withstand its impact."

Vritra tucked it away and gave a nod, stepping forward to plant a soft kiss on her soft ebony lips before saying: "My talented Tess, excellent work. Oh, and I'll be heading out briefly."

A sweet smile lit up Teresa's face as she savored his compliments and affection.

Vritra prepared to depart, but he stopped and questioned: "Could I borrow your handkerchief?"

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

"Naturally, husband, it's yours."

She gave it without seeking an explanation.

Vritra accepted it, bestowed another kiss upon her, and then vanished from view.

Alone now, Teresa brushed her lips, still feeling the warmth of his touch. She yearned to assist him whenever possible, especially if it earned her such loving gestures.

Unlike her relatives, Vritra never commanded her.

He seldom requested anything from her to start with, and when he did, it was always a polite ask for aid; he never viewed her as mere equipment.

His genuine concern for her shone through, always respecting her emotions.

This brought a surge of joy and coziness to her heart.

Feeling uplifted, she hummed a tune and resumed her training, also tending to a personal endeavor.

…

Vritra soared through the air, 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 pleasing.

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

'I hope it won't cause any harm, yet even with my power, covering the whole planet is impossible.' He mused, realizing they'd need Teresa's help eventually.

After some flight, a gateway materialized ahead, and he vanished into it.

In an instant, he materialized within the Yate realm.

"…"

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

Thus, he flew to his quarters and rapped on the door.

Midnight had long passed, alerting Gunter and Ava. He grabbed his armament and approached the entrance warily.

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

Still, attempts to abduct Teresa persisted from various parties.

"It's me."

Vritra detected the wary Gunter nearing the door, so he revealed himself.

"Oh, son, what's the matter? Why visit at this late hour?" Gunter swung the door open, gazing at Vritra with concern.

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

"Everything alright, dear?" She eyed Vritra and questioned.

"Yes, no issues here. I came to inform you that tomorrow, none of our family will attend the Ford wedding."

Not witnessing it firsthand would simplify explanations, and he acted this way to spare the pair any pain.

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

"No, it's unrelated. I'll fill you in later, but both of you should remain here."

Vritra offered no more details.

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

"Alright, I won't pry, just stay safe and avoid impulsiveness."

Gunter advised, confident in his son's abilities and fully trusting him.

"Mm, I'm off now."

Vritra acknowledged and faded from their view.

Gunter gazed at the empty space, sighed, and returned to the chamber with his wife; his son had matured immensely.

"Do you suppose he's quarreled with Teresa?" Ava wondered as they climbed into bed.

"Unlikely; Teresa committed fully to Art, picking him over her kin, and Art cherishes her deeply, so probably not."

Gunter responded.

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

"… Possibly, for some reason he harbors strong dislike for them. Regardless, we'll back him fully."

Gunter declared, indifferent to whether it was the Fords or another mighty group; his own family came first.

The pair kept talking softly until sleep claimed them.

…

Vritra reached the dwelling where Onest rested, rapping and lingering.

Moments later, a drowsy Onest appeared, yawning and rubbing his eyes, staring at Vritra in astonishment: "What's up, Vritra? Ugh, it's so late…"

"Change into proper attire; we have a place to visit."

Vritra instructed, proceeding to Shitless's home.

He knocked and paused, but silence greeted him; another knock yielded nothing.

Vritra exhaled, then called out moderately: "Shitless, we're heading out to stir up trouble, are you co—" Before he could complete the sentence, a loud thud echoed inside.

Shitless had slammed his head against the bedframe, nearly shattering it, as he sprang up and rushed to the entrance.

"Let's move!!"

Shitless appeared odd in his quirky pajamas, adorned with cartoonish creatures.

"Dress appropriately first and join me outside."

Vritra directed, striding off to wait.

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

Shortly, Shitless and Onest emerged, clad suitably.

Thanks to the bracelets from Teresa, the duo ignored the freezing temperatures and spores entirely.

"So, what's our destination?"

Monk Shitless swept snow from his shiny scalp and inquired.

Bullo slumbered within the home at present.

Vritra confirmed with a nod and outlined his scheme, then questioned after a beat: "Are you able to produce something like that?"

Disgust twisted the faces of Shitless and Onest, yet they agreed, grinning at the thought of their scheme.

"Yes, we'll start on it right away."

They affirmed and dashed to prepare.

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

Vritra lingered calmly; soon, he recalled an item, fished out some sweets from his pocket, and popped one in.

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