Chapter 154 The Future Has Not Yet Arrived

◎Boom——the powder from the wall streaked across his cheek, staining the crystal world a bright red.◎

【"Mother."】

"Who are you?"

Melia opened her eyes. The night was pitch black, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The pillow under her head was soft, but the back of her head was throbbing with pain.

"Hiss..." She retracted her hand, and a burst of snowflakes flashed before her eyes.

Pasha, the quilt beside her moved. Elena lifted the blanket and hugged her in her arms: "Are you having a nightmare again?"

"No, it's not a nightmare." The lover's embrace was unusually warm, and there was a fresh sweet fragrance.

Melia shook her head subconsciously, always feeling that the vague shadow in her dream was very cute, like a cat, a dragon, and also a little human girl.

Hey, what are you thinking about? Dreams are always weird.

She hugged Elena's well-defined waist and nuzzled it affectionately: "You said, it would be great if we could have a child."

"Well, what kind do you want to adopt?"

"Eh... no rush."

Her heart suddenly felt empty. She didn't dislike the suggestion, but she always felt like something was missing.

Am I too greedy?

Melia raised her face. Even in the darkness, she could make out the faint outlines of her lover's bright features. Elena, her lover and the Emperor of Rome.

She destroyed the Fairy Garden, slew the Prince of Persia, and drove the Golden King back into the depths of the grasslands. There is no king more powerful than Elena in the sea.

And such a person...actually only loves her.

They held a grand wedding in the castle. The people did not question the great emperor and offered their blessings and flowers.

Elena also respected her opinions and introduced some advanced knowledge in education and production. Everyone's life is getting better and better, and it is as perfect as a dream.

This gentle and affectionate favor was enviable, but she still felt something was wrong. Was it a guilty conscience? Or was it low self-esteem...

The warm palm cupped her chin and she was soon immersed in a sweet kiss.

Have a good night's sleep.

In the morning, Melia touched her empty pillow as usual:

Elena was more diligent than Caesar, which might be due to the expansion of Rome's territory. She had to go to the Senate for meetings early in the morning every day, meet with important people in the afternoon, and sometimes she was free in the evening, and sometimes she would go to inspect the military camp.

Fortunately, she didn't like banquets very much, so she was always free late at night.

Phew~ What should I do today?

She stepped into her slippers and walked to the balcony. Outside the window, the spring sunshine was beautiful. Elena had placed her easel and paint palette there, ready to start painting at any time.

Melia picked up the pen and swept it lightly, continuing to perfect the rose she had sketched a few days ago.

Should I paint the petals gold or red?

Swish - the roses fell down, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

His right hand trembled, and the pink paint splashed onto the drawing paper, creating a large stain.

Ha, how is it possible that a rose would hit me while I was standing in the castle? I'll have a good sleep after lunch. Maybe I've been too tired lately and my thoughts are all over the place.

"Taffy, let's go this afternoon..." She put down her paintbrush, and there was no one behind her.

Taffy, how could I have forgotten again? Melia clenched her fists with a look of dejection on her face. Taffy got married half a year ago.

The other party was a freed gladiator, bringing Taffi with him to the grasslands to help sell goods. After all, I married Elena, and the previous caravans were either nationalized or paid off.

Only a small number of employees who were unwilling to leave took the compensation and bought the shop to continue their previous business.

I always feel like something is wrong... Never mind, maybe I'm just too lonely.

Isn’t that what everyone says? Once you marry someone who is extremely outstanding, you will slowly choose to support her and then fade away part of yourself.

There's nothing strange about it.

If you have this time, you might as well read the letters sent by friends.

Melia stood up and wandered around the bedroom for a while, but she couldn't find even a piece of parchment. She slapped her forehead in shame: Really, who would put the letter in the bedroom? I should go to the study to look for it.

Click...the door made a dry friction sound.

Melia's footsteps were so soft on the carpet that they were almost inaudible. The guards at the door greeted her and then stood still, frozen in place, like two bronze statues.

She walked around the corridor, searching for the study in her memory.

It is here, it is not here, it is here, and it is also here. There are many study rooms, filled with cowhide, sheepskin, stone slabs, papyrus, and some pages made by his own people.

These are all the books and maps that Elena likes to read and should read, covering knowledge and experience in politics, economics, military and medicine.

I'm so lazy that I didn't even write down what I remembered.

Modern knowledge is very useful. I'll find time to write it down in my notebook next time. These thoughts flashed through my mind, leaving no trace.

Melia mechanically searched for the letter and finally found a locked wooden box in a cabinet in a small room.

Given her and Elena's personalities, letters from friends shouldn't be placed here, but she just had a feeling that there were letters inside.

Sure enough, after opening the box, three parchment scrolls were found stacked one on top of the other. For some reason, this box alone lacked the sweet aroma, its scent faint.

Three? Much fewer than I remembered. It seems quite a few people have written to me before... Melia's doubts were quietly numb as she flipped open the parchment.

Taffy's letter was filled with figures, the profits she'd made in the past six months. She said she'd be back with her family by the end of the year. I wonder if she's pregnant.

There's no letter from Ronnie. Well, that's normal. Ronnie is Elena's most trusted minister, so there's no need to send a letter.

Ilit's was the longest, and most of it was devoted to describing a newly designed dress. That's great! Should I go to Egypt in a few years? Elena was nominally ruling Egypt anyway.

The last one...why is there no signature? Melia looked up. The front was completely blank. She flipped to the back and saw a simple and clear picture.

Solar system planets diagram.

Stars of various sizes revolve around the sun eternally along their orbits.

【F=G (m1xm2)/R2】

I feel dizzy. Is there a meteor shower coming soon? If not, there's no need to look at the stars.

Impatience forced her to close the lid and she pressed hard with her right hand.

"Ouch!" Melia's left hand was pressed down hard, and she quickly pulled back her fingers.

Ding ding, something fell on the floor, making a crisp sound.

She bent down and picked up a small piece of glass. The bottom of the glass was coated with a layer of silver, reflecting the tears in the corners of Melia's eyes.

“What are stars?”

A curious voice echoed in her mind, and she finally realized... she had really forgotten so much.

Who, who asked this question?

Melia opened the door in panic. Who could comfort her? Elena, of course, Elena. Always Elena.

But this time, the universal answer failed to relieve her fear, and she stumbled around the house, trying to find the blocked memory.

"Want to go out for a walk?" A very tempting suggestion surfaced in my mind. You're too tired, find a place to play, Elena will be back in the evening.

No, no, no.

There must be something wrong!

She glanced at the open door and decisively turned back: Elena never restricted going out, so the important things must not be outside. They are right here, in this castle where she lives every moment!

My heart was beating so fast that even time seemed to slow down.

Click, click, click.

A sound like the movement of a needle echoed from underground, and the fingers holding up the skirt began to tremble slightly. Time, it seemed, was running out.

Melia continued to move forward along the golden veins that suddenly emerged, passed the stunned guards, and rushed into the narrow tunnel.

There are many tunnels in the palace. These are escape routes left over from ancient times. Except for regular maintenance, no one goes in them at ordinary times. Elena is so powerful, who would check the escape tunnels?

Crack, her shoulder seemed to hit something dry, and she went all out and slammed into it hard.

Wow——

Her vision distorted slightly, and a strange sweet, fishy smell lingered at her nose. With a snap, Melia gently stepped on a clump of half-dried leaves.

"Who? ...Ms. Melia?"

The voice in the darkness was tired and weak, but it showed a noticeable fluctuation when it saw her. Rustling, rustling, a figure that looked like a human crawled out from the shadows.

She had almost lost all her human features, leaving only the outline of a human form. Her torso had become completely plant-like, with leaf fibers replacing her hands and feet. The humanoid vibrated the fibers in her "throat," emitting a sound similar to human speech: "Miss, you're back."

"…Who are you?"

Melia couldn't help but quicken her pace and approach, squatting next to Ye Zi: "I'm sorry, I forgot a lot of things."

"It's okay, miss. I've forgotten a lot too." The figure extended its branches as if to comfort her, brushing against her long hair. At that moment, Melia saw a fruit-shaped bud covering her body.

Is she some kind of plant? A monster? Or a human trapped by magic?

Thinking of this, Melia asked softly, "Who trapped you here? Do you need my help?"

The human figure was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know, Miss, I have forgotten everything. I only know that I can't leave here." She shook the vines at the bottom, and it was tightly connected to a layer of stone slabs underneath.

Even though Melia didn't understand the ecology of monsters, she could understand the most obvious truth: plants would easily die if they were separated from the water and soil on which they depended for survival.

A sense of inexplicable fear erupted from her mind, urging her to leave immediately and not mess with the monster. It would be best if she could call Elena and have someone burn it.

But she just focused on the roots, because emotions provided another answer.

Melia reached out her hand and gently pushed aside the leaves on the bottom layer. There were indeed some spell-like lines on the stone slab, but after years of operation, the color had dried up, and it was unknown how much magic power remained.

"Hey, what is this?"

She suddenly saw some scratches with a lot of words written on them, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make out what was written.

Why can't I see clearly? There's clearly nothing wrong with my eyes. Melia traced the marks with her fingers, but they seemed light and shallow, as if deliberately blurred by something.

No, I must see clearly - click, click, click... the pointer moved indifferently, and finally, a ray of inspiration penetrated the blockade and rushed into my mind.

Misha, Miranda, Pardos... She noticed a few vivid words in the long caress. These names were not only engraved repeatedly, but also stirred layers of waves in her mind.

"Are you Misha or Miranda?!"

Melia looked up and saw the human figure swaying and crying: "I don't know, I don't remember."

She suppressed her sadness and continued to ask: "Do you still remember Pados? He is——"

"Teacher Pardos." The shaking stopped, and the tearful monster sobbed softly: "Help me, help her, help me..."

【"teacher."】

In my memories, I have a strange smile on my face, so confident and cheerful.

"I'm going back to Athens first. Feel free to come and see me if you have any questions."

The words she left behind at some point spread amidst the excitement. She touched the veins of the leaves, stood up, and walked towards the door: "Wait for me to come back, Misha, Miranda."

Ding—the bell rang, and the clicking sound stopped instantly.

Instead, there was the clattering sound of footsteps in reality. The guards, who had been docile and stiff just a moment ago, surrounded the entrance. "Princess, what are you doing down there? Go back now." "Be careful not to sprain your ankle. His Majesty will be worried."

"I?"

One step, two steps... Melia took a step forward and took out a small unicorn faucet from the void.

"I'm going to Athens—"

The metal in the corridor vibrated with a whoosh, taking shape as a horse's body at her touch, and the faucet melted into the bronze, with only its pointed horns protruding.

The weapons that the guards thrust at him melted in mid-air, and four legs grew out of the horse's belly, with four pure golden hooves.

Ding~ The crystal fell from the chandelier, allowing the wildebeest to open his eyes.

"Get out of the way! I will... save you!" Melia grabbed the reins and lay down on the horse's back.

Boom—the powder from the wall streaked across his cheek, dyeing the crystal world a bright red.

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Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~

Thanks to Doubi Xiaomushi, nanaya_scarlet, Xia Youliangfeng, and Don't Want to Get Up for the irrigation~