Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu found that Eve and Isemeine were still locked in deep meditation, so he chose not to bother them. Instead, he began to look through the corpses that he had brought in. Like he had said before, he could see that Star River wasn't very satisfied with him taking them all, but if Ryu wanted to become the Throne of this Sect, taking on his third Throne, then the only way was going to be if he could use his Chaos Qi. Or, at the very least, he had to be able to use his Primordial Chaos Qi. No matter what, his current state wouldn't cut it. Maybe if he was claiming his first Throne, he would still dare to do this. But not now. He had thought about just doing it anyway. After all, this was his wife's Sect; if there was any place that would protect him, it would be this one. But he wasn't here to make things more difficult on his wife. So, he would need another path.

"Hrakka." Ryu called out. Very quickly, a familiar violet-skinned fire giant appeared. Her aura was several times more vigorous, so much so that Ryu couldn't help but nod to himself. She had indeed improved greatly. She was in the True Sky God Realm as well, but it was clear that her foundation had been refined again and again. She was certainly taking advantage of the Embryonic Qi in this place. Hrakka felt herself standing on tenterhooks as she faced Ryu's gaze. She knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. She had benefited more from Ryu than she could fathom. It was only a matter of time before he came to collect. Ryu stared at her for a long while to the point that Hrakka began to shift uncomfortably. After a long while, she shrugged off what small bits of clothes she had covering herself and closed her eyes tightly, not covering anything. Ryu was taken aback for a moment, then blinked in confusion. He looked up at her face, and when he saw her expression, he almost laughed. This woman went around so scantily clad all the time. She dressed like a man, not even covering her chest, while her beast skin cloth, the very one that covered her lower body, hardly covered anything. A slightly fierce wind could easily reveal everything below. For a giant woman, she was truly beautiful, though. No… truthfully, she had just taken the proportions of a gorgeous woman and expanded them into a five-meter-tall frame. The fact that she was acting with such shyness now actually made Ryu's opinion of her several times more favorable. Maybe it was because he had changed so much in these last few months, but he didn't care so much about the little things anymore. It was clear to him that Hrakka's situation fit into one of two boxes. Either the culture she grew up in was just different from his own, and that much was fine. Or, she was truly naive to the ways of the world and hadn't realized how inappropriately she was dressing. Either way, judging her for it was unfair. Well, he had never really judged her in the normal sense… but he had definitely thrown her into a box of women he didn't want to be associated with romantically. Of course, he still didn't have the intention of doing such a thing with Hrakka. He preferred his women to be willing, not shivering like a little timid rabbit. And second, his talk with his father still rang in the back of his mind. Ryu eventually couldn't hold back his chuckle. Hrakka's face became red… or so Ryu thought, it was a bit hard to tell. The heat of her body rose and the blue flames of her pubes and hair flared up. She couldn't help but squint open one eye to see what was happening. Why didn't she feel anything? Was it because Ryu was too small? If Ryu knew what she was thinking, he would truly be left speechless; he might even have to teach this woman a lesson. But luckily, he wasn't a mind reader. "You don't need to be so worried, Hrakka," Ryu laughed. "I don't plan on forcing myself on you. Like I said, you are my Summon. I will train you, and in return, you will fight for me. I was just lost in thought just now, that's all."

"Ah…"

Hrakka shuddered in embarrassment and hurriedly picked up her beast skin skirt. She only relaxed somewhat when she put it back on, but then a fierce wind blew it up and showed Ryu the view that he was already somewhat missing. However, Hrakka didn't seem embarrassed by this at all. It was as though she didn't notice.

"Hrakka, I'm curious."

"Yes, master?" she replied respectfully.

Ryu smiled gently. Hrakka's voice and Selheira's were both incredibly soothing and gentle to the ear. It was ironic because the two were also some of the fiercest women that he knew. Maybe he should teach Hrakka some sound techniques. The enemies would be lulled into a sense of security and die before they even knew what happened. "Do you have a particular reason for dressing like this?" He wondered.

Hrakka blinked and thumped her chest with a fist, causing her ample breasts to ripple and wave. Her blue nipples contrasted perfectly with her delicate violet skin.

"My father said that this is how a real manly warrior dresses."

Hrakka's head quirked to the side. "Do you have to be a man to be manly?"

Ryu opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly realized that he didn't know how to. If the elders that he had tortured with his tongue back on Sacrum saw this scene, they might truly weep bitter tears.

"Do you want to continue dressing like this?" Ryu asked.

"If master wants me to dress differently, I will!" Hrakka replied.

"No. I want to know what you think."

"This…" Hrakka shifted uncomfortably. "… I don't like how people look at me. It's never with fear, it's always with… heat? Forgive me master, I don't know the word for it."

Lust.

Ryu didn't need to think to know what she meant. But this young woman was truly naive.

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