Chapter 108 Prairie
◎ "Meow!" Perhaps sensing his mother's anxiety, the cat responded with a much louder sound, accompanied by the rustling sound of running.◎
Hmm...why does my mouth feel like it's full of honey?
Melia fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. The furnishings around her were a bit strange. It wasn't a room, but a large tent. There was no wardrobe, table, or chairs, only some soft blankets.
A plate of dry biscuits was placed directly on the blanket, with a lethal amount of honey poured on the surface, which was so sweet that it made people feel sick to their eyes.
She looked around and saw Taffy huddled against her, her hands wrapped around her knees, her eyes closed and her posture cautious.
Although she felt reluctant to interrupt, she patted Taffy's shoulder and said, "Taffy, have you seen Elena? And a little white kitten~"
Suddenly, his eyes opened sharply, a thin layer of bloodshot in them. Only after seeing the person in front of him did they soften: "Miss?"
Her questioning tone gradually turned into affirmation: "You are back."
Taffy rubbed his eyes helplessly, lowered his head and picked up the plate on the ground: "I'll change the pancake for you."
"Don't go yet. Wait, why did you tie me up?"
Melia was about to follow when she tripped over the rope and nearly fell onto the blanket.
Looking closely, wow, a super thick hemp rope was tied around the waist again and again, and there was a large piece of iron tied to the ground. Even a wolfhound is not tied like this.
“…Because you jumped into the sheep pen and chased the sheep to eat them, so…” Taffy hesitated to speak, with an expression that said, “It’s all over.”
It’s better not to tell the lady that “she” not only wants to eat cows and sheep every day, but also wants to roll into the tents of the handsome Huns and beautiful women.
Melia's vision went dark. Did she jump into the sheep pen and chase the sheep? No way—so even if the soul escapes to the false world, the body can still move on its own?
No, maybe "Rose Princess" has attracted the souls of dead wild boars and wild dogs, drooling, licking their paws, and urinating and defecating everywhere... Ugh! I'm dying, I really want it to reopen!
"Sister, are you awake? What's 99 times 99?"
Someone quickly pulled aside the curtain, revealing her blonde hair and golden eyes, with red highlights that could only be seen from a close distance.
Melia hissed and looked at him several times before cautiously asking, "Sunny? How have you changed so much? Can you ask me about 100 times 100?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Even the laughter became rougher and deeper.
The original Sunny had a sweet face that was no less beautiful than those of popular idols and anchors. She was only slightly taller than Taffi. After all, she was young and had not grown tall yet. Her big eyes blinked when she called you sister.
However, the girl in front of him had a somewhat androgynous beauty, with a tall figure, gradually widening shoulders, and even narrower eyeliner.
Sunny stopped laughing and said, "Sister, you've changed a lot more than I have."
"Really?... Um, I didn't do anything weird, did I?" Melia looked at the honey cakes with great pressure: What animals particularly like to eat honey cakes? Badgers, bees, could it be black bears?!
"Hmm~ That's a weird thing. You want to ride me like a horse, does that count?"
Looking at Sunny's half-smile, Melia buried her face in the blanket: "Ah ...
No way, do I have to be on guard against the original owner running back in the future?
Taffi placed a pot of warm water in front of her and said gently, "Miss, you seemed very frightened before going to bed. You kept saying 'I don't want to go back, I don't want to reincarnate'. Did you have a nightmare?"
Sonny glanced at Taffy and shrugged. "Indeed, no matter how much I try to persuade him, he won't stop. I can only tie him up like yesterday."
To be honest, they were tied up for at least nine days out of ten. "Meliya" could give them something exciting every day. She was really a funny person.
"Mm."
Melia felt a little relieved. It seemed the original owner had finally been reincarnated. "Wait, where's my little cat?" she began to search the room, calling out, "Mimi, baby!"
"Miss...what are you looking for?" Taffy followed worriedly and turned over the rolled blankets for her.
"I'm looking for my newborn baby!"
There was a moment of silence in the tent as they stared blankly at Melia searching desperately.
After a long pause, Sunny coughed softly, "Sister, the witch doctor came to see you earlier, and you..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word "miscarriage." Despite her recent foul-smelling behavior, the real Melia was always sunny and cheerful, completely incompatible with the word "sad."
"Baby! Baby, where are you?"
Melia didn't notice Sonny. She walked out of the tent and called out to everyone.
Some Hungarians noticed this. They listened quietly for a moment, then whispered: Miss Melia finally looks like a normal lunatic. How pitiful.
"Meow."
Just as everyone was shedding tears of sympathy, a cat's meow suddenly came from the empty grassland.
The voice was lazy and light, but for some reason, no one could ignore this small response.
"Baby! Mommy is here—where are you?!" Melia jumped desperately, trying to see farther. There was only tall grass all around, and the sheep couldn't find it even if they went in.
"Meow!"
Perhaps sensing his mother's anxiety, the response was much louder, accompanied by the rustling sound of running feet.
Pasha, a pure white kitten jumped out from the grass and jumped into Melia's arms.
"Wow." Sunny stood aside, hugging his chest, exclaiming exaggeratedly at the sight. There really is a child? So the older sister is a cat demon. She must have gone out to give birth these days, which is why "Meliya" is controlling her consciousness.
It must be a kind cat demon who specifically chose a bad guy to take over his body. No wonder he thinks everyone is equal, except cats, of course everyone is equal.
She glanced at Taffy who was standing there in a daze, then walked up to Melia and held out her hand: "Cute, let me touch it."
"Meow?" The kitten made a human-like questioning sound. Although she didn't speak human language, she could sense her faint rejection. And this rejection didn't come from fear, but more like... disdain.
"oops."
Melia slapped her fingers and said, "The baby is not a toy. Be careful not to break it!"
The questioning sound of "mee" became louder, as if opposing the mother's judgment. The little white cat reluctantly stretched out its head and put its ears into Sunny's hand.
"To prove I'm indestructible, I've condescended to let stupid humans touch me." This message is clearly conveyed.
"Ha ha."
Sunny smiled meaningfully and reached out to gently hook the cat's chin. Unexpectedly, the kitten didn't look very happy, and her face was full of reserve.
She couldn't help but shook her head: "Sister, this won't work. Other cats are easy to have fun, but your child is too reserved."
"Go away, she's being reserved~mua~" Melia took the kitten back and gave it a deep breath.
The warm breeze blows, and spring is coming.
They stood for a moment on the meadow, enjoying the sunshine, when Melia uttered a sigh: she had spotted Brida not far away.
Brida's changes weren't as dramatic as Sonny's. After all, she was an adult, a queen-like figure with muscles and bones at peak strength. Any more would simply be attributed to recent intensified training.
But there were a few strands of gold mixed in with her original black hair, which looked particularly eye-catching.
Brida also noticed Melia. She blinked and walked over to her. “You’re back, you’re incredible.”
“Uh, almost?” Melia stepped forward and lowered her voice. “What’s going on between you and Sunny?” She had assumed Brida was dead, and that Sunny had deliberately changed the subject, so she almost didn’t dare ask.
"Never mind, let me explain." Sunny came over with a smile. She pointed at the sheep and the Huns in the distance and said, "See the difference, sister?"
The difference? The costumes haven't changed, many of them are suits bought from Rome. There are more horse harnesses, but the most obvious one is -
"There are a lot more people, a lot more. But so many families have no sheep. How do they survive?" Melia counted silently in her mind. At least half of the tents were isolated, with no sheep or children nearby. If they were professional soldiers or guards, they would have to be supported by war.
"Yes, they have no flocks. They are just newly rescued slaves and defeated soldiers."
Sonny recalled Melia's earlier idea. Her sister had mentioned it back in Rome: the grasslands were suitable for grazing, the goat's meat could be eaten, the goat's milk could be made into snacks, and the wool could be woven into sweaters. If there were no labor, they could simply sell the raw wool and allow Rome's surplus labor to spin yarn on looms.
Even without these income-generating ideas, the Huns still had to raise sheep to make a living. They were nomadic, herding as they wandered.
Sunny looked away: "Sister, I want to ascend the throne."
Melia wanted to be surprised, but after Elena's baptism, she was numb when she heard this: "Really? Then keep going?"
This book is called "The Rose Princess", so it wouldn't hurt to have a few more princesses.
"Hey—you're not going to invest in me?"
Sonny laughed and looked off into the distance. “After all, my second brother is dead. His blood is in Brida and me. We’re the favorites to be the heir. First come, first served.”
“…”
Melia wanted to say something, but she felt that sympathy and condolences were not suitable for Sonny. Moreover, she knew nothing about their relationship, so she could only remain silent.
Thankfully, Sunny didn’t remain silent. She kept laughing. “Luckily, Brida was right next to me, or I would have exploded, too. Hahahaha.”
Silence, still silence.
Sunny turned around and looked at Melia seriously. "Sister, have you heard of the previous Golden King? Father was privately called the Old Vulture. After all, he was the least capable Golden King, and also the longest-lived. I only absorbed his blood twice, and I felt like I was dying. No wonder he was so timid."
She extended her hand to Melia: "Sister, I don't want to live to be old. I just want to be a better king."
"What kind of help do you want?"
Melia looked at Sonny with mixed feelings. This child was actually about the same age as Taffy, but had a completely opposite personality from Taffy.
Precocious, thoughtful, and wanting to become stronger every moment.
Learning is also a way to become stronger. It turns out she was so eager to blossom because she was prepared to wither. Become a better, stronger Golden King, and embrace death with a smile.
"It's very simple. You also know that Elena went back to help Caesar fight Persia—"
"No, I don't know. Tell me more." Melia felt like she'd overlooked something. Didn't Elena just fall out? She should be near Athens now.
Her brows twitched. "How long have I been sleeping since the Athens incident? Or rather, how long have I been abnormal?"
"End? Well, actually it just ended a month ago."
1. One month?
Had the goblins kicked her into a tunnel with a time difference? Melia was terrified: If it weren't for the Rose Princess leading the way, spending a few more hours wandering around in there would have been a lifetime gone!
Sunny held her hand and said, "Sister, please help me figure out a way forward for the future. It's okay if you don't understand. It's unsafe to go anywhere these past few months. Why don't you come with me and see the prairie?"
That's true. Although I really want to run to Elena, she is now fighting against Persia with Caesar.
Caesar is definitely going to have an accident, so I can use the cat-and-cat method to run over and help him. As for my body, it's better to stay in a safe place.
Although the Huns were also in chaos, this chaos was only due to the death of the old king and would soon settle down. Nomadic peoples cannot sustain long-term internal wars; they will eventually negotiate peace after fighting for a while.
"Okay." Melia shook hands with her and made an agreement.
Brida, who had listened up to this point and finally heard the definitive answer, came over and unfolded a map, while Sonny explained it to her.
"Sister~ This area is the territory that we Huns have agreed upon."
"Okay, let me take a look...eh?!"
The rough red frame flew from the Outer Mongolian grasslands across Eastern Europe, swallowing up half of Persia in the process.
You call this "Hun territory"?!
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Thanks to Luchen_piuma, Mijin is a firm fan of sweet stories!!, 51534542, nanaya_scarlet, Luomuxiaoxiaoxia, and Leilei of Doubixiaomushi~
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