Chapter 263 "You hate me for not marrying you."...
After being abandoned by Mamboa, I wandered into a small town in the North, where I suffered terribly and almost died.
I remember this experience vividly.
On this continent, it's hard to be an ordinary person, it's even harder to be an ordinary woman, and it's the hardest of all to be a woman who wants to live a good life.
For a long time afterward, I didn't dream of another world, thinking I wouldn't dream of it again, but one night, I dreamed of it again.
My dark blonde daughter sat down in front of me and said, "Mother, I'm almost at my wit's end."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Mother, my son poisoned another illegitimate son who was competing with him for a better fiefdom. Now that the truth has come out, Father will severely punish my son."
"How severe will the punishment be?"
"Burning at the stake."
I was silent for a moment before saying, "He took another person's life and deserves to be punished."
"Mother, he is my son. He is my only son. How am I supposed to live if I lose him?"
Why don't you teach him properly?
"How could I not have taught him well? Although he is the son of an illegitimate daughter, I did my best to find him the best teachers, and his food, clothing, and daily necessities were no worse than those of other illegitimate children. How could I not have done my best?"
Seeing that I didn't speak, she said urgently, "Mother, you have to help me. I have nothing like my brother, who has the title of a legitimate child; I don't have the favor of Father like my sister Anleya, who has received more land; nor do I have the powerful husband like my sister Aya, who has the status of a legitimate child. I have nothing, and I need your help."
"Why didn't you get legal status as a legitimate child?" Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Aya was probably her twin sister, born half an hour earlier. Why could Aya get it, but she couldn't?
“Mother,” tears streamed down her face, “according to the clan’s rules, Aya and I are both illegitimate children. You and Father had a formal wedding ceremony, but only children born within a year of your marriage are considered legitimate children. My brother is a legitimate child. Aya and I have just passed the deadline, but out of gratitude for the woman with the supernatural ability to give birth to a son and for saving the king in the past, Father persuaded the ministers to grant Aya the status of a legitimate child.”
I fell silent again.
Her eyes were blurry with tears. "I came to you because I had no other choice, Mother."
“I can’t help you, I’m powerless to do anything about it,” I said.
She was extremely disappointed, and wanted to say something but didn't.
Spring passed and summer came again, and I didn't dream of her again for the next few months. Her son had committed murder, and she was desperately trying to exonerate him. I could understand, but I dared not easily agree to anything. Besides not knowing how to help, I also knew that the chaos within the royal family was not as simple as it seemed. If I knew how to help, and actually did help, who knew I might be harming her?
In short, they don't know the cause and effect, so they dare not easily agree to anything.
Besides, I know her son won't die; how could the Elf King easily let his son die?
Even the king has his own selfish motives; he would only kill his son if the son truly infringed upon his core interests.
This only killed another illegitimate child; this son should still be alive.
The Elf King had few children, and those who were still alive would be allowed to live.
Just after the start of autumn, I dreamt of my daughter with dark golden hair again. This time, she was still filled with sorrow.
“Mother, my son survived. At the last moment before his execution by burning, Father changed his mind and took him down from the stake. But he has been imprisoned indefinitely. I have been running around trying to help him, but no one can help us, not even my brother, Anrea, or Aya. He has been imprisoned for three years.” Her brows furrowed. “Mother, what should I do? He is growing more and more haggard and weaker.”
After thinking for a moment, I spoke up: "Perhaps you could plead with your father to change your imprisonment to exile. As atonement, you could leave the Elven race."
She asked in surprise, "But how will we survive if we leave the Elven race?"
"You have hands and feet, why can't you survive?"
"Mother, life outside is difficult, and the Elf race has too many enemies; I'm afraid it will be hard for them to survive."
I smiled faintly, "What kind of survival doesn't involve a struggle? I survived back then by fighting tooth and nail. If I, a lonely and helpless woman, could do it, your whole family couldn't?"
She suddenly knelt down before me, which startled me. I tried to help her up, but she refused, looking at me with hopeful eyes, "Please show me the way, Mother!"
I helped her up with all my might. “I have a plan, but I don’t know if it will work. Prince Bernot gave me a royal city on the western border. Later, I was driven out by the great nobles of the west, and now it should be under their control, but the ownership of the royal city still belongs to me. If you have a way to launch an attack under the pretext of helping Mother reclaim the royal city and take back ownership, then you will have a place to stay.”
Her eyes lit up. "How come I didn't think of that?" She was thinking more about how to get resources from her father, but she hadn't thought about the city her mother owned.
But her brows furrowed again. "But Mother, how can we take it back? We are poorly informed, and our private army only numbers a few hundred."
I smiled slightly. "I have a frontline army. It was a wedding gift from Queen Diya to me, to thank me for helping her reclaim the Great City. I will teach you how to contact the frontline army. With their help, you can obtain a lot of reliable information and also purchase mercenaries."
Her eyes lit up again. "Mother, is this true? But you've been missing on the mainland for many years and lost contact with the Frontline Army for just as long. Will the Frontline Army still listen to us?"
“Although I lost contact with the frontline army for many years, they can still get money from me,” I said.
Di Yaruo told me back then that as long as someone keeps sending money to the frontline army over the years, the frontline army will listen to that person, which is why the frontline army has been able to survive generation after generation.
“After my father gave me the Line Army, I never stopped supplying them,” Diya said to me with certainty. “That’s why the Line Army has always been loyal to me. I suggest you also keep a large sum of money in a safe place and send them money regularly every month. That way, they will always be loyal to you, even if you lose contact with them. That’s their rule.”
It was by relying on this rule that she was able to obtain countless pieces of information even after being imprisoned in the most secure prison in the Kanto region. After her release, she was able to cooperate with the frontline army and quickly launch a major battle to retake the Great Castle.
I followed her advice and deposited a large sum of money in underground banks, allowing them to regularly pay the informants. To prevent leaks, I deposited money in different underground banks. For example, the first year the money was paid by one bank, the second year by another, and the third year by yet another, and so on. This way, the secret of my payments to the informants wouldn't easily be revealed.
Of course, these money shops were also tight-lipped, as they served the powerful and wealthy and were extremely secretive.
When I was imprisoned by the Elf King in the palace in the secret realm, I made contact with the Line Army and secretly planned a series of escape plans. However, before I could carry them out, I was kidnapped by Bernot.
Next, I taught my daughter how to contact the army—a talisman and a bowl of water. The talisman would cause the army leader to "project" into the water. It was a short but concise explanation.
“You’ll need to make money later; buying mercenaries will cost a lot,” I said.
“I’ll figure something out,” the daughter said.
I believe she will definitely find a way. The elves are very wealthy, and it shouldn't be difficult for her to make money given her status.
I never dreamed of her again after that night.
I've returned to the ordinary life of a common person, but I don't feel regret or boredom.
The lives of royalty and nobility are exciting yet perilous, while the lives of commoners are simple yet self-sufficient.
After traveling in my RV for two years, I finally returned home and began to re-plan my life.
She first worked at two gift shops, and later opened her own online gift shop.
I've gone back to the life I had two years ago, running my own business and enjoying it all on my own.
A few more years passed, and I celebrated my thirty-fifth birthday. Thirty-five years old, it's not easy.
That very night, I dreamt of returning to another world.
I walked barefoot on the wide, bright, white floor tiles, through the corridors with murals on both sides, and past the gray and white pillars.
I didn't know where I was; I was just wandering aimlessly.
Someone saw me and suddenly handed me a gorgeous white robe, saying, "Take this to the room at the far end."
This was an elderly maid, dressed in a dignified and luxurious manner, with her long, white hair tied in a round bun, exquisite and appropriate makeup, and jewelry that shimmered slightly. Her long white dress trailed on the ground.
She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.
In the room at the end, the guards ignored me, perhaps because the old maid was following behind me.
She must have been a senior maid; I glanced back at her, but couldn't remember who she was.
The doors swung open from both sides, revealing a magnificent and luxurious room with an ornate chandelier, exquisite wallpaper, soft carpet, and several disheveled women brushing past me.
The old maid stepped forward, took the magnificent white robe from my hand, and bowed respectfully before the bed with its curtains drawn, saying, "Your Majesty, please change your clothes."
I was stunned for a few seconds.
A burly, muscular man with short silver hair pulled back the bed curtains and appeared. Our eyes met. Or rather, he saw me instantly, and of course, I saw him too.
He stared at me in disbelief, standing naked and frozen in front of the bed.
This is... Bernard? He doesn't look very old, but from the deep wrinkles on his forehead, the crow's feet around his eyes, the deep lines at the corners of his lips, and the short, bushy beard around his chin, you can tell he's not young.
The handsome man has aged, and his good looks are not as great as before, but his muscular chest, firm abs, and tight, perky buttocks still add to his charm. His signature blue eyes are as bright and dazzling as ever.
He strode closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back.
"How long are you staying? Or are you leaving immediately like before?" he asked me.
Like before? It should refer to the time when he and Worston came to the other world and encountered the elderly Bernard.
I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say.
His rough, long fingers brushed across my face. "There was a time when I thought you were just a dream. If so many people hadn't seen you, I would have really thought you were just a dream."
The rough feel of his fingertips made me frown and take a step back. He stepped forward after me. "You hate me, you hate that I won't marry you, but I have my reasons."
"That's it." I slapped his hand away from my face.
He smiled and said, "You're still the same as before, isn't that great?"
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