Seraphelki

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Other Tags: #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!)

Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~
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After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb.

Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant.
How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!]
How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!]
How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~]
How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] 
Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!]
Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~]

Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God.
Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is.

It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius.
Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone...

| Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting.
... she really shouldn't have let on.
It made her | El | kind of vain.

Oh, and muscles.
| Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies...

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> Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi)
> Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element
'Ranks'
Initial - Early, Mid, Late 
Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher
Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity
- Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak])
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Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post!

Potential trigger warnings:
> A FL that may seem (to some) like they are being groomed due to 'true age' difference.
> A MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age.
> A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it.
> 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'

The tall windows of the Goltbred estate's largest guest room let in a lot of light. Elua stood at the threshold taking in the scene of how it had been completely transformed into an impromptu bridal salon. The usually sparse space was no more as attendants and craftspeople hurried and made the final preparations for her dress fitting.

At the center of the room stood a mannequin draped in shimmering silver. Up on the raised platform, the wedding dress caught the light beautifully. It threw the light reflections across the walls. The cultivator held her breath in her throat as she approached.

Her steps were as measured and deliberate as the saving of the sight from her perspective in an illusion before pressing it into a fragment for safekeeping. One day, she would share all of these moments she loved with Qat in private. Her mind momentarily thought of the teenager swinging her sword with her shirt taken off.

Chapter 83 - Dress Woven For A Future So Bright That Ancient Eyes Just Gleam With Delight!