In the [Volcanic Endless Forge Sect], things were moving on as usual. However, among the many disciples and even elders, a group felt deeply resentful. This group was mostly composed of women who were Andrea's admirers.
"That disgusting princess, wanting to get her pig hands on our Elder Andrea. Each time I see her buzzing around, I really want to rip off that smiley face of hers!"
"Relax, Elder Andrea is our sect's, and no one will have her!"
Someone with a bit more of a rational mind spoke with a sigh. "Here I thought this was a club that admired Elder Andrea's forging skills. Who knew I joined a group of hyenas drooling over her."
"Heh. You've joined, so you better not think of leaving. Otherwise…"
That same woman was unafraid. She knew that these people were actually quite timid, even if they spoke grandly. They were like gossiping women who didn't dare make a single peep when faced with an actual challenge.
Still, there were many venomous vipers hidden in this group, so underestimating them was also a mistake.
"Alright, still, don't all of you already know that Elder Andrea has a wife? She has even spoken of her many times."
A woman humphed. "Even if there is someone possessing the treasure, it doesn't mean it can't be stolen, right? Moreover, even if she exists, she has been neglecting Andrea for almost a century!"
That woman shrugged and gave up. "Whatever. The only reason I am here is that all of you lot, by some miracle, are quite strong geniuses in the forging path. Is there anyone who wants to exchange pointers instead of continuing to discuss Elder Andrea?"
At this moment, a light went on in the corner of the large room, and they all smiled. "A sister has seen Elder Andrea returning! Let's go and welcome her!"
"I hope that ugly fly is not buzzing around her, or I'll have my entire day ruined!"
At the entrance of the sect, Andrea had arrived and also called the Sect Master. The woman who was part of Andrea's "fan club" had activated the remote treasure, but right after, she was dazed.
Her gaze moved to the side, and instead of the usual annoying fly, a dragon woman with golden eyes, midnight black hair, and a gorgeous white fur-edged kimono walked up, hugging Andrea's arms.
However, even when this woman wanted to feel dislike for the woman who was so close to her idol, the only thing she felt was an absurd sense of inferiority. She, who had considered herself quite a pretty woman, suddenly felt utterly lacking.
Compared to that dragon woman, who was even more beautiful than her adored goddess, who was she?
"Sect Master, come receive important guests."
Andrea activated her communication device and spoke, not minding Yasenia's show of public affection by grabbing her arm. More than minding, she wished Yasenia did this a bit more often. The sensation of Yasenia's breasts swallowing up her biceps was nothing less than heavenly.
The Sect Master, who was in the middle of forging an artifact, heard Andrea's voice and frowned. "Andrea, I am in the middle of something."
"Old man, I am telling you this because of our years of relationship. Come, or you will regret it."
Hearing these words, the Sect Master knew that Andrea was not someone to speak nonsense. So, while feeling a bit reluctant, he put down his forging hammer and cleaned up, changing into his Sect Master robes and flying toward the entrance.
He could see a few women flying over as well, making his lips twitch. 'Who knew that small fan club would grow to this extent? Andrea's attractiveness makes me sigh in awe like always.'
However, when he arrived and looked at Andrea, his gaze moved a little to the right, and then, the man froze. Even with his few tens of thousands of years of experience backing up his will, that female's beauty still stunned him in his spot.
He landed, his eyes still fixed on Yasenia's figure. Using his many years of experience to control his body's instinctive attraction, he forcefully pulled his gaze away from that goddess of allure and glanced at Andrea. "You… Who is this… fairy?"
Andrea looked at his stunned look, and her lips arched. "My wife."
The Sect Master's brain crashed. He, naturally, had heard many times from Andrea that her wife was a peerless beauty. However, he assumed she was exaggerating and speaking out of affection.
Now?
'Woman, you sold your wife short! Peerless beauty? I'm sorry, but your wife is a soul-snatcher! A single look at her seductive eyes almost sucked my soul out of me!'
Then, recalling all his attempts to pair Andrea with others, his bronze skin turned a touch red with embarrassment. 'I was selling shit to someone who already possessed a world-class flower. Heavens, I really want to slap my old self.'
The Sect Master looked back and forth between Andrea and Yasenia, and then, taking a short breath, he recovered his composure. "I am glad to finally get to know Andrea's fabled wife. Miss, your beauty is truly… it just leaves me speechless. Excuse me for lacking words, as I am somewhat of a brutish man."
Yasenia smiled gently, her already gorgeous features lighting up, leaving everything around her dull and colorless. "Do not worry. I am glad you have taken care of my Andrea over the last few decades. I was unable to come. However, I am here now and want to speak with you. After all, I will take my wife away soon."
Even when the beautiful woman was smiling, the Sect Master felt a slight chill, as if he were being looked at by a dangerous predator.
He coughed a little, and then he smiled. "Of course, this way, please. Our sect is not too fancy, but we have some nice places that are proper for someone of your stature."
Yasenia nodded once, and then she looked at Andrea. Her gaze clearly showed that she would listen to whatever Andrea planned.
Andrea kissed Yasenia's forehead and smiled. "Let's go to my forge. I am sure you'll like it there, as it is the place where I spent most of my time."
Yasenia's eyes lit up, and she nodded, her tail wagging gently behind her.
Those observing at the entrance felt their hearts seizing up. 'Tail wags… from someone like her… are… illegal… Ugh!'
Meanwhile, Andrea's Fan Club looked at the group of over 300 peerless beauties walking into the sect like a group of celestial maidens with stunned looks. Those confident in their looks felt as if someone had slapped them in the face, while those confident of their strength felt like ants looking at a group of giants.
Yasenia walked forward, and suddenly, she stopped, looking toward the Fan Club. She looked over because she could smell a touch of Andrea's scent on them. The reason for that scent were the rewards they asked for being some of Andrea's tools.
When Yasenia looked over, this group could see Yasenia more clearly, and their feelings of inferiority soared further. Yasenia squinted. "You… why do you have my wife's scent on you?"
Andrea blinked, looking over, and her lips arched a little, holding back her smile. 'So, you are here.'
The person who was asked this question stuttered, her voice trembling. "W-What does this senior mean?"
Yasenia vanished from everyone's sight, appearing right in front of that woman before anyone could sense anything. The Sect Master's heart leaped. 'W-What? Was that spatial movement? No… There are no spatial fluctuations… How can she be so fast!?'
Yasenia reached toward her hand, and seeing a small forging chisel, her eyes squinted. "This… give it to me."
The woman shook her head, her body trembling. However, Yasenia didn't care, and her hand moved quickly, snatching it. Then, she looked at the rest, and smelling that faint but present scent, her possessiveness flared up. Her dragon pupils thinned as she spoke with a cold tone. "Give me everything that has Andrea's scent. She is mine, her things are mine, and none of you deserve her things. Much less when each of you reeks of lustful thoughts aimed at her."
"Y-You can't do this!"
Yasenia looked at the one who spoke, and then her energy fluctuated lightly, mixing with her voice. "Oh, but I can. Can I not? Give up whatever you own from Andrea."
That woman's soul trembled, and her eyes went into a daze. Then, she extended her arm, her face somewhat flushed. "Y-Yes. Please take my things, Mistress."
Yasenia stored everything in Garest with a wave of her hand, and then she stopped her energy and turned around, leaving behind her floral fragrance.
The Sect Master had wanted to intervene a few times, but Andrea had placed her hand on his shoulder and stopped him. Andrea had not been with Yasenia for long, but she still knew that when Yasenia's possessive and obsessive feelings flared up, standing in her way was a one-ticket way to the underworld.
Once Yasenia returned to Andrea's side, her aura relaxed again, those feelings calming down as she leaned on Andrea's shoulder. She looked up with a soft smile. "Let's go, Darling."
Andrea smiled, patting her head softly once. "Alright, let's go."
Soon, the entourage left that location, and many people fell down, as if released from some sort of spell.
"W-Who was that?"
"I felt as if my body was not mine when looking at her."
"My goddess… When will I see her again?"
"I can't. I need to go back and paint her! She will be my muse!"
Shouts ranging from fear to excitement rang out, while many felt their confidence shatter.
Meanwhile, in Andrea's forge, Yasenia looked around with curiosity. "Hm… It's not a bad place."
Hearing her words, Andrea knew that her dragoness was trying not to look down on her things. So, she smiled. "If you feel that it is not up to par, there is no need to hold back." Looking around at the giant forge, Andrea smiled. "While I am fond of this place, as it has been my working station for so long, I know that it is nothing compared to places you've been."
The Sect Master listened attentively, feeling quite surprised. 'This forge can be considered one of the top ten forges in the entire world. Now, it is not up to par? Where did this woman come from? What is her background?'
Yasenia looked at Andrea and smiled. "You are right. However, this forge has something all those places didn't."
Andrea tilted her head. "What is it?"
Yasenia smiled beautifully. "You."
Andrea's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing. 'What a powerful sneak attack.'
Sect Master: 'I suddenly feel sour. What to do?'
After making her Darling blush, Yasenia laughed and then looked at the Sect Master. "Alright, Sect Master. Let's talk."