Chapter 146 Kitten Dragon's Adventure (Part 1)
◎I can't be trapped in a world without her!◎
Whoosh—the north wind blows across the wilderness, stirring up patches of withered grass.
The Roman soldiers' crimson cloaks were stained with the blood of their enemies. When the drums fell silent, they lowered their heads and began to clean up the battlefield.
Where these people came from, who they were going to attack, nothing was clear.
It seems that they had fought against the Persians earlier, and then mixed in with the Thebans, and even surrendered Egyptians and mercenaries of indistinguishable race.
Fortunately, they won. No matter what the cost, Rome finally won.
In the past, after such a protracted battle, a legionary commander would undoubtedly have requested a return to court: even Caesar had no precedent for remaining on the battlefield for so long. War is unsustainable; one must return home with slaves and spoils to recuperate.
But this time it was different. Everyone was paralyzed by something unusual and didn't dare to think about even the simplest questions, such as "What happened to Rome?"
Does the royal city still exist? Was it destroyed in a nightmare? And the nightmare isn't a nightmare; reality is a dream.
The invincible commander was standing on a high place. If an assassin seized this opportunity... No, there would be no such assassin and possibility, they were convinced of it.
The soldiers lazily picked up their weapons. There were far fewer bodies than expected, but they were too lazy to care.
Elena looked down and narrowed her eyes coldly: "Ronnie, is it the same this time?"
"Yes, during the battle, the enemy formed at least four square formations. After the count, their numbers were significantly reduced."
Roni stood beside her, looking around warily. If this world truly was targeting Her Majesty, they would surely strike a fatal blow when they were most relaxed.
"Someone is delaying time." Elena tightened her lips.
Time has lost its meaning to her:
Since arriving here, we have experienced a total of thirty-six wars, large and small, each of which required mobilization, storage, and marching.
Although the enemy rarely used this tactic, morale on our side remained low. We had ample food and supplies, and no matter how many men we lost, there would always be replacements, but our calls for help went unanswered, and we were unable to return to the city.
It was as if someone was crouching in the shadows, waiting for her to grow tired and desperate, and then give up.
No, I will not lose even one battle on purpose. No matter how many battles I have to go through, I will always win.
"Your Majesty, where are we going next?"
Now, since our target isn't Persia, Greece, or Egypt... let's head back home. They're all dummies anyway. Elena scanned the battlefield indifferently.
Perhaps in the eyes of the soldiers, the dead were still considered human beings. But after several wars, she increasingly understood the true nature of these enemies: dummies filled with stuff.
This place is like a pond dedicated to raising ducks. Once the fish in it are reduced, they will be immediately filled in. That's why people who died in the first war were resurrected in the fourth battle.
It's useless to stay here. She must find the edge of the world and step out of this cage designed to trap her!
“Meow——”
The sound of grief and anger exploded in the air.
Elena raised her head suddenly, and a deep purple scar appeared in the dark sky. With a loud bang, a huge fireball fell from the sky.
"Dragon! It's a giant dragon!!" the sharp-eyed soldier screamed.
"Dragon!" "Oh my God, God bless--" "Run!!"
Boom! Bang!
The huge fireball hit the cliff with sparks, and the ground shook instantly. Everyone fled, but Ronnie stayed by his side.
Is this a trap set by the world? Or is it some kind of unexpected event?
Before her mind could come to its senses, Elena had already spurred her horse on.
"Neigh--" The warhorse let out a terrible cry, not daring to escape or move forward. She simply turned over and dismounted, and ran hard in response to Ronnie's warning.
Yes, she would not surrender, but countless battles had finally exhausted her patience.
She had forgotten very important things and very important people, and that was why she was wandering around the battlefield like a ghost.
Elena ran towards the col. The soldiers stared at their commander in amazement as he went against the flow. A few of them picked up their shields and followed behind. In the end, only Ronnie managed to catch up and stepped onto the mountain with her, facing the gradually extinguished fireball.
That's a giant dragon.
A mythical life form.
It has wings on its back, and when it spreads, a phantasmagorical powder lingers above them, making it impossible to discern the joints and wing membranes. Its eyes are large and bright, like a pair of automatically rotating alexandrite cat's eyes, emitting a golden-green glow in the sunlight.
There are some strange things. The dragon scales are covered by furry hair, and there are long ears next to the dragon horns. It looks a bit like... a cat?
This cat dragon, perhaps a young one, was huge, but it gave the illusion of being slender. It was mumbling something as it pulled its claws out of the rock.
The stones that the dragon's claws passed through were instantly turned into powder, and his legs and feet were buried in the powder.
"Aw, meow?!" It obviously saw Elena approaching, and its already clear eyes suddenly became watery: "Elena, Elena, Elena~ woo woo."
"You know me." Elena stood on the hillside a few steps away. Somehow, her heart, roiled by the war, finally calmed down.
"Don't tease me!"
Nini shook her body angrily, scattering the stone powder everywhere.
She shook off the shattered mountain with a whoosh, and flew to Elena with two flutters.
Although it has become much bigger, it can still lie down in the posture of a cat and move its paws to avoid photographing tiny Aunt Ronnie.
"I'm not kidding you." Elena shook her head seriously, feeling a little overwhelmed: how should she ask for help from this dragon that knew her?
"I have lost my memory. Please tell me who I am, where I am, and where I am going."
In mythology, countless people have sought help from legendary creatures, including famous emperors. But she had a hunch that if she really said that to the dragon, it would definitely tease her seriously.
The dragon lowered its head and looked at her, both pairs of eyes, one big and one small, were very serious.
After a long time, Nini finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She curled her lips and said reluctantly, "Okay, if you have to be serious at this time...Mom."
"?"
With a clang, Roni's sword fell to the ground. She quickly picked up her weapon and spun from the dragon's left claw to its right, leaving the situation to the mother and daughter. Although she didn't know why, she felt that she couldn't stand in the middle.
"I'm your... mother?"
[“Big idiot, watch carefully——”]
The girl's innocent smile surfaced in his mind, her deep brown eyes slowly merging with the emerald. It was Melia, yet not Melia. The intertwined figures streaked past like meteors.
"Meni, Menia~ Remember to call me baby Nini from now on."
Elena raised her eyes in a trance: "Ni...Nini?"
"Meow." The chinchilla responded perfunctorily, tapping the floor with its two paws: "Have you seen your mother, Mother Melia?"
Melia and I have a daughter.
The short message brought great comfort, and Elena breathed a sigh of relief: I thought children and such must be scary, but I didn't expect to hear it at this moment, I was quite happy.
"No, she's not here." She was still considering her words, wondering how to accurately tell Maolong the subtle fact that Melia was both there and not here, but she didn't expect Maolong to nod without any surprise.
"So it's not here either. You were so happy for nothing. Here, I'll take you to look for it."
Nini lowered her tail. It was thinner and longer than the dragon's tail on the mural, and covered in a layer of fluffy white cat hair. She felt like casting a spell on it would just bounce off.
Elena nodded to Ronnie and hugged the cat dragon's tail under her worried gaze.
"His Majesty--"
Ronnie's voice mixed with everyone else's. They looked up and watched the commander fly higher and higher.
Elena was not afraid at all. She even had the mood to hold the dragon's tail and climb up in the air, all the way to its back.
It's so comfortable, no wonder it has so many fine hairs.
She changed her position and lay down, tapping her fingers, and the scales clanged loudly: "Have you been to many places before?"
"Yes, you'll know soon!"
The dragon soared on the air currents and leaped into the sea of clouds. With her mother on her back, the deep sense of loneliness finally dissipated. She excitedly soared high into the sky, hovering over the hole created by the fall.
Elena stuck her head out and found that the purple hole was not solid, but a bunch of sticky lines that kept wriggling.
She originally thought that this false world was covered by something, and that she could return to the real space after breaking it, but she didn't expect there was such a layer of thing.
"Be careful." Nini raised her paw and tapped the nearby lines: "Look at these, they're very short, right?"
"Any explanation?"
It is indeed very short. These wriggling lines vary in length. Assuming that the part behind the curtain is not counted as the main body, most of the lines are obviously broken.
"Like this one."
The dragon claw pointed at the shortest one: "It was very short, and I grabbed it first. It sent me straight to a nasty place. Aunt Taffy was crying while hugging her pillow. I tried to talk to her, but she ignored me. I couldn't find my mother anywhere, so I came back."
What does this mean? Is there a different world behind each thread?
It's unlikely. The magic we imagine can't achieve a similar effect. Even in the virtual world, there are too many of them.
It was impossible to understand it just by imagination. Elena stretched out her hand and said, "Can I touch it?"
Maolong nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will go in with you anyway. The sky is very fragile, just scratch it." Humph, if I could find my mother, I would have smashed this place to pieces long ago.
He is still a child after all.
Elena glanced at the smug cat dragon. The howling sounds at the beginning were probably due to loneliness.
She smiled faintly, raised her finger, and hooked a thread of moderate length. It felt like soaked noodles...
…
The sky is very blue, and when you look up, it is filled with the strong scent of roses.
The sense of smell awakened some of her memories, and Elena closed her eyes: Although she couldn't figure out the cause and effect, she vaguely remembered that it was Marcus who invited her and Melia to the banquet.
Who else? Oh... a Greek noble.
"Your Highness Elena."
"Who's calling me?" Elena turned and saw a handsome man with a pale face, holding a large bouquet of roses. The bouquet in his hand was tied into the shape of a human, the color dazzling and brilliant, like the deepest ruby or a drop of a girl's fresh blood.
"Meliya, Meliya, she just used this sword..."
The man walked slowly towards them, holding a large bouquet of roses with sword blades stuck in them.
[No, no, no, don't listen any further!]
A voice similar to her own boomed out. Elena raised her hand without hesitation and looked at Nini flying in the sky: "Quick, take me away!"
There is no Melia here.
I can't be trapped in a world without her!
The author has something to say:
Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~
Thanks to the irrigation of the scientists~
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