Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 962

Chapter 962: Chapter 962 - Fractionated Tamer

Selthia was not going to take long to fade.

But it was a gradual process. Like ink dissolving in water, the edges of her figure were losing definition while Ren’s interior space slowly reclaimed its golden quality, patient and inexorable.

Her features were still visible. Still readable...

The expression on them was something Ren didn’t manage to catalogue in time.

"You were very rough with me," said Selthia, with that tone of hers that skipped dramatic inflection entirely and landed somewhere in the register of calm observation, someone stating a fact they find mildly interesting.

"Touching me all over like that was cruel."

A deliberate pause cleaning an unexisting tear.

"Though honestly..." her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile but occupied the same neighborhood, "...it didn’t feel that bad. A new sensory experience."

Ren opened his mouth.

He closed it.

Not because he had no answer. He had an answer... Several, in fact.

The problem was that every version of that answer he could formulate in the next two seconds was going to sound exactly like the thing it wasn’t, and two seconds was precisely how much time he had before the three girls reached his back.

He felt them before he turned.

When he did, Larissa was already just three steps away. She moved with that efficiency she had when she had finished evaluating a situation and settled on her next step, no additional processing time required.

Even when the context made composure a genuine effort. Her eyes swept the space once, the floor, where the traces of the corrupted network had left their marks on the golden surface.

From the floor to Selthia, from Selthia to Ren and from Ren back out to the general situation. The full picture assembled and filed under a category Ren recognized immediately as ’Larissa Arriving At Uncomfortable Conclusions’.

She stopped in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.

Ren drew breath to explain that it wasn’t what it looked like, but she got there first.

"If you want a fourth," said Larissa, with a calm that was somehow more unsettling than outrage would have been, "you’ll need to discuss it with us first."

The air left Ren without permission.

He deflated completely. He hadn’t prepared a response for that, because preparing a response for that would have required anticipating it, and anticipating it would have required a level of imagination that he refused to credit himself with.

The response he had ready was for indignation, or for questions, or for any reasonable variation of what the situation looked like from the outside. Not for that specific calm, the kind that meant Larissa had processed the complete picture and arrived at a conclusion that didn’t make sense for him.

He looked for Liora.

She was two steps further back. Her face had the look of someone whose body had finally sent in the bill for everything they’d spent over the last few hours, very tired but arriving while there were still important things left to deal with. She exhaled slowly, the breath of someone preparing to say something they already know isn’t going to be enough.

"I don’t agree," she said. "For the record. Three is already a problem for me."

"Liora, this isn’t..."

"I’m not saying I won’t accept it in some fair agreement." She cut him off with the same tired energy. "I’m saying it’s a problem. Those are different things."

Ren opened his mouth to explain that nothing they were constructing had any basis in what had actually occurred. That there was a technical explanation for every element of the scene. That disrupting mana flow through secondary nodes was a perfectly documented combat technique, one that the sounds a projected entity made when its corrupted flow was interrupted were a natural physiological response to...

A laugh didn’t let him start.

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