Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Untitled

“Do you have any thoughts regarding our next course of action?”

“Currently, the other Lords of the Forest and Lords of the Mountains likely haven’t made contact with reincarnators yet. They certainly remain unaware of Granville’s alliance with our master.”

“Originally, upon receiving news of any reincarnator—whether by a Lord of the Forest or Mountains—all were required to notify one another and convene a ranking conference.”

“Ranking conference?”

“Correct. Such conferences determine both the collective stance of the Lords toward reincarnators arriving on the continent and the reassessment of hierarchical positions.”

Orna affirmed.

“The last ranking conference occurred decades ago when reincarnators first descended. All Lords of the Forest and Mountains then resolved to abstain from the War of Reincarnators. During that gathering, Mother defeated seven other Forest Lords to claim supremacy among the Eight Great Forests.”

The foremost of the Eight Great Forests—consistent with butler Philid’s prior account…

So Flossie possessed such formidable strength?

“What of the capabilities of the other Forest and Mountain Lords?”

“Unknown.”

Orna shook her skull.

“Mother seldom shared such details with us.”

After a brief pause, she added,

“Yet as fellow Lords of the Forest, those monsters may not equal Mother’s power, but the disparity cannot be vast.”

“Hmm… Understood.”

Best to await Flossie’s resurrection before proceeding.

However, given the other Lords’ ignorance regarding the ant tribe’s connection to Flossie, perhaps dispatching my daughters to establish ties with these powerful monsters remains feasible.

…

When Lin Yu next observed Orna after concluding her inquiries, she noted partial regeneration of organs and musculature across the skeleton—though draconic hide and scales remained absent.

The sanguine spectacle provoked mild unease.

“Once your restoration completes, I’ll introduce you to my other daughters.”

With these words, the silver-haired woman departed the dragon’s lair.

Full bodily reconstruction progressed slowly—by nightfall, Orna had regenerated most organs and nearly half her flesh, suggesting completion might require another day.

Meanwhile…

Within the moonlit villa…

A figurine-sized maiden no taller than thirty centimeters burrowed through edible mountains—devouring roast meat slabs resembling miniature foothills, embracing fruits larger than her torso, and sipping from a wooden basin serving as her personal juice lagoon. Contentment radiated from her features.

Eventually…

The tiny glutton sprawled supine across the table, distended belly rising skyward as she exhaled blissfully.

“Such glorious fullness… absolute perfection.”

Ji Qiao’s mental murmur resonated through her consciousness.

Lin Yu nodded.

She glanced to the side where her original body lay on the bedroom bed with closed eyes.

Earlier, after returning to the villa, she’d been struck by a sudden inspiration—what would it feel like to possess Ji Qiao’s form? Surely everything would appear enormous through those tiny eyes, wouldn’t it?

Like stepping into the Brobdingnag of Gulliver’s Travels?

The notion seemed irresistibly amusing.

Thus, she’d acted upon the whim without hesitation.

Returning to the present moment—

Having indulged in both possession and feasting to her satisfaction, Lin Yu now withdrew her consciousness back to her true form.

Since her original body remained unfed, the white-haired girl proceeded to devour Ji Qiao’s leftover treats.

Though technically a single dinner, she’d savored the pleasure of two full meals.

Truth be told, she could endlessly replicate this gratification through possessing other daughters… along with other indulgences.

“Mommy’s fault… everything’s sticky now…”

The complaint came as the littlest daughter finally rose from the table, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure after digesting most of her meal.

During Lin Yu’s possession spree, the child’s form had become drenched in fruit juices—an amusing circumstance during consumption, but less pleasant when dried stickiness glued fabric to skin.

“No pouting now. I’ll bathe you—we’ll wash together.”

“Really?!”

“Mhm.”

This daughter truly was simple to appease.

The white-haired girl extended her hand, effortlessly scooping up the miniature figure.

“Eep!”

The startled squeak reminded her—this particular offspring harbored acrophobia.

Still… the tacky residue clinging to her palm proved undeniably unpleasant.

Lin Yu carried Ji Qiao into the bathroom.

Her cheeks warmed faintly as she surveyed the immaculately cleaned space—no trace of odor remained, courtesy of Darkling Stalker’s diligent shadow-work. Perhaps some memory lingered…

After filling the tub with warm water, she first intended to rinse her tiny companion.

Gently, she helped peel off the crude homemade dress, its fabric stiffened by dried juice.

The white-haired girl frowned at the shoddy garment.

Would Encore complete Little Qiao’s proper attire by tomorrow? This makeshift frock seemed likely to disintegrate during laundering…

Her musings were interrupted as Ji Qiao wriggled free of undergarments.

“All… all done, Mommy.”

The miniature girl averted her gaze, hands fluttering to conceal herself—an unexpected display of modesty from one who’d shown no such reserve during her initial human transformation.

Ah, of course—the bath-sharing caused this shyness.

How endearingly childish, though not unwelcome.

After discarding the sticky dress, Lin Yu began disrobing.

Barely had her garments pooled when a small silhouette launched itself at her—clinging to the white-haired girl’s torso, eliciting a startled gasp.

“Goodness! What’s this sudden—”

Recognizing her youngest, Lin Yu relaxed—until noticing the child’s peculiar state.

Shallow, heated breaths ghosted across her chest.

The tiny figure burned scarlet, glassy-eyed, murmuring incessantly against pale skin.

Leaning closer revealed the whispered mantra: “Mommy… Mommy…”

Oh dear. Her oversight.

Exposing herself before the daughters always risked such… complications.

Not that this minuscule, timid creature posed any real threat—her size alone prevented mischief.

Still, bath time couldn’t proceed like this.

“Little Qiao. Wake up.”

Lin Yu prodded the dazed form with an index finger.