Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042: Chapter 1042 - Taming Forced Contentment - 2

It was an infantile formulation with little logic, even if the surname she invoked had belonged to a man of numerous accomplishments, Ren showed potential that was at least comparable, if not superior.

The great irony was that the mother had an illogical and not particularly intelligent mentality that was the complete opposite of her perceptive daughter’s, despite being her living image in every physical respect.

The unpleasant first official wife and the weak point of Dragarion, proof, as Selphira knew her, that love was one of the worst things in existence.

The lady was demanding news of the ceremony from her maids, the one Larissa had told her about, invited only by protocol and out of filial obligation, but which she had not intended to attend.

She was still displeased regardless.

Many people thought Ren had a high probability of surpassing Dragarion.

Lutea didn’t have that information. Or perhaps she did, but she didn’t believe it.

And she never would, not because the possibility didn’t exist, but because she had spent her entire life in a space small enough that this kind of information could never reach her there in a form that required a real response. The world was as large as the world one was willing to inhabit, and Lutea’s was not large.

"Have them bring the tea," said Lutea, and the maids moved with the relief of people who had finished the part of the conversation that required staying still and could now do something on the other side of a door.

Outside, on the northeast wall, the last groups of corrupted creatures were being eliminated with the efficiency of a team that had been operating together long enough for the process to resemble a routine task more than an emergency. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Larissa was not thinking about her mother.

She was thinking about what was in front of her.

Which was the only choice available that made sense.

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It wasn’t the largest.

Not the one with the two-story ballroom or the one that nobles from the district examined from the street with the expressions of people calculating what they were looking at.

Centrally located but not excessively so, with gardens that Reed had converted into the place where he spent most of his mornings since Fern had announced that now that they could, she was going to spend whatever time he wanted doing nothing productive.

Reed had discovered, with some surprise, that doing nothing productive was considerably harder than he had calculated. So he had ended up tending the garden, which was productive, but in a way that Fern had decided to tolerate because the plants were beautiful and Reed was happy.

It was, she had concluded, a reasonable trade.

It was Ren’s favorite for reasons that had nothing to do with size or price.

It had the right sound.

’Early risers,’ Ren thought, with the affectionate resignation of someone who has learned to recognize a pattern. ’At the worst possible moments.’

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