Chapter 266 "You...you're a superpowered woman?"...
For the past six months, I've been learning all sorts of things with great enthusiasm, often going to bed late at night, but I don't feel tired at all.
Occasionally, in the early morning, when I'm still half asleep, I'll space out for a few minutes, which is a rare moment of relaxation.
That day I was lost in thought again, and in my daze I fell asleep again, and in my dream I saw the Elf Queen.
She smiled at me and said, "I have a feeling that if you go back, you'll be doing well."
"Why?" I asked, curious.
“Because you’re no longer fixated on things that are superficial to you,” she said. “Everyone is suited to different things.”
"Are you referring to the city I captured in the past?" I sighed. "I didn't capture it intentionally, but I was gradually forced down this path."
She laughed, “The path you were forced to take proved to be a dead end; you didn’t really think about doing certain things.”
"Okay, I guess I'm just inflexible and stubborn," I said, spreading my hands.
She looked at me gently. “I’ve always had a feeling that you are connected to us from another world. I knew it from the first time I saw you. I was being held down by an evil spirit in a corner, and you used your flashlight to illuminate us. When I saw your bright eyes, I had a special feeling, as if we had always known each other. Maybe in a past life, maybe in a life before that, maybe even longer ago, I don’t know, but I just had this sense of familiarity.”
“Perhaps we really did know each other in our past lives,” I said.
"Who knows?" she said with a mischievous smile.
Her ethereal hand touched my face. "I feel my strength weakening, while yours grows stronger. I may really have to leave. From now on, you will have to walk alone. You can be afraid, but don't let fear take over your heart."
"What do you mean?" I didn't understand.
“I may slowly disappear, like all spirits, and the supernatural power that sustains me will grow weaker and weaker. When you return to the other world, you will have to rely on yourself. I sense that your power is growing stronger, which means that your connection with the other world is becoming stronger. This is really strange. Logically, after you jump to the marked point on the strange map, the energy connection with the other world should gradually be severed, but you haven’t.”
The Elf Queen's voice grew softer and softer, "It could be because of your child, or it could be because of your obsession, or the obsession of men."
I woke up abruptly—I had actually fallen asleep leaning against the headboard.
Three days later, I flew to the clothing company where Worston worked for my internship. Just as I stepped out of the airport, carrying my travel bag, I encountered a robbery.
A group of burly men wearing grotesque masks drove several cars recklessly toward a crowd crossing the road. The crowd gasped and screamed, and I was among them.
Before I could even react, I was thrown into the air, bag and all...
Everything happened so fast that when I woke up from the snow, I thought I was still at the New York airport—which was also in winter.
But as carriages passed by, I realized with a start that I was back in another world. It seems I'm truly destined for this other world; there's no escaping it. Since I'm here, I might as well stay.
With my travel bag still on my back, I took out a bottle of water, downed it in one gulp, and then set off.
After making some inquiries, I learned that it was in a remote border town in the north. I immediately inquired about Asmin's situation.
“I don’t know anything about the nobles,” said the old man cutting grass by the roadside. “There’s a small post station in the distance with a lot of travelers; maybe someone there knows about it.”
With the old man's help, I flagged down a passing carriage. The driver said I could stop at the post station, so I got on. Of course, I had no money, so I took off the silver chain from my wrist—the most expensive chain in my online gift shop—and gave it to the driver. He weighed it in his hand before letting me into the carriage.
Winters in the North are very cold; judging by the size of these snowflakes, it must be deep winter. There's a charcoal heater inside the car, but cold air keeps seeping in through the cracks in the doors and windows.
An hour later, we finally arrived at the rest stop. When I got off the bus, my legs were so stiff I could barely walk.
I managed to get inside the store, where the heating was on and there was a roaring fireplace with most of the customers sitting around it.
I sat down at the table closest to the fireplace. I was still wearing a modern black coat, though the style was a bit different from the ones here, it was just a thick overcoat at first glance, nothing too outrageous, and it didn't attract any attention.
The owner came over and asked if I wanted a pot of hot tea and some snacks. I nodded, opened my travel bag, and took out a gift box. This was a gift I had originally prepared for the little maid in the castle. Inside was a pearl necklace that I had bought for a thousand dollars.
I asked the innkeeper if it could cover my living expenses for a few days. He bit the pearl with his teeth and said, "Three or four days at most." I agreed.
I checked into a small, simply furnished room, but it was warm. I slept until morning, and when I went to the inn's lobby, the landlady was lighting the fireplace.
I inquired about Yasmin. The proprietress chuckled and said, "This is no secret here. The lord spends all his time with his mistress and has long since kicked the prime minister's daughter out of the house."
"Doesn't the Prime Minister care about his daughter?!" I asked.
"The Prime Minister has ten daughters, how can he possibly take care of them all?" Women love to gossip, and the proprietress spoke with great enthusiasm, "The Prime Minister also has many sons, more than twenty. They're all vying for power, and the other day one of his sons killed another in the street."
"Is it an illegitimate child or a legitimate child?" I asked again.
"Oh dear, where do so many children born in wedlock come from? Men usually don't love their wives; they only hang out with their mistresses."
Do the Prime Minister and his wife have children?
"How could that be?! You must be from somewhere else. The Prime Minister's wife is mentally challenged; how could he possibly have a child with her?" The proprietress chuckled, thoroughly pleased. The common people were happy to see nobles suffer misfortune, such as infertility.
The landlady told me a lot of gossip, such as how Asmin had been imprisoned in the dungeon for years, and her lord husband had ignored her completely, treating her as if she were dead. One day, she actually escaped, and the lord sent men to hunt her down, but they couldn't catch her, and eventually, he just gave up.
"The Prime Minister didn't even inquire about this matter?" I asked.
"Oh, why are you asking? The Prime Minister has no idea. The Lord is trying to suppress the news and prevent it from spreading. But you can't completely suppress something like this. People in our town still found out."
“Everyone in the town knows, so the word has spread,” I said.
"How could that be? Rumors among the common people don't reach the ears of high-ranking nobles; they're too far away. Besides, the lord has connections in the capital and won't let this matter easily reach the prime minister's ears. Furthermore, even if the prime minister knew, he might not care."
Since Asumi isn't here, I won't stay any longer. But where can I look for Asumi?
The next day, I packed my travel bag, ready to leave. As I went downstairs for breakfast, the landlady brought me milk and whispered mysteriously, "I heard the lord's wife has been captured and is hiding in a village outside the town."
"Why didn't she run away further away?" I asked in surprise.
“The lord’s men are chasing her from all sides, how could she possibly escape far?” The proprietress said, placing the milk on the table. “Besides this town, a neighboring town and two villages outside the town are all the lord’s territory, heavily guarded inside and out. How could a woman possibly escape?”
On the third day, I heard that Yasmin had been forcibly taken to a slave camp to do hard labor.
"Doing manual labor is secondary; the key issue is that the dignity of a noblewoman has been completely tarnished." The guests at the post station also began to gossip.
The proprietress, carrying a wine bottle, flitted about like a butterfly as she poured the wine. "That's right, she wasn't just an ordinary lady; she used to be a princess, but now she's in such a miserable state."
"I heard her mother is a superpowered woman?" another customer gossiped. "It would be great if the superpowered woman reappeared, she could help this daughter."
"Oh dear, the woman with superpowers has been missing for so many years. We don't even know if she's dead or alive. How can we come to save her daughter?" The proprietress smiled and poured the customer a glass of wine.
“Maybe the superpowered woman will suddenly appear,” the shopkeeper interjected, leaning against the dilapidated bar, “like before, falling from the sky and rescuing my daughter.”
The proprietress chuckled, "I doubt even a daughter locked up in a slave camp would dream of such a thing, would she?" The guests burst into laughter.
In the middle of the night, I sat by the window, silently chanting incantations. Two hours later, a flock of birds flew in from afar, and the lead bird flew directly into my room.
This is a bird summoning technique I learned a long time ago when I switched bodies with Bernard, but I rarely use it.
I mounted the bird, clinging tightly to its neck, and it carried me out of the room. Just as we left the inn, I suddenly remembered I didn't know where the slave camp was, so I quickly flew back. The landlady was dozing by the fireplace in the hall. I nudged her awake. "Madam," I said, "I need your help with something."
"What?" the landlady asked, confused.
I took it as her agreement, forcibly dragged her out of the post station, and pushed her onto a bird, saying, "Hold on to its neck so you won't fall, and tell it how to get to the slave camp."
She was half-awake in fright. "It can understand what I'm saying?"
“If you point to the left, it will go left; if you point to the right, it will go right.” As I said this, I mounted another bird. The wind was strong, and my voice was even louder. “You helped me, and I will repay you.”
"Why did you go to the slave camp? You...you're a superhuman woman?" The landlady was so shocked her jaw almost dropped.
I smiled and nodded at her. Before she could react, the bird carried her into the sky. The intense feeling of weightlessness made her scream. Fortunately, she was far from the ground, so her scream wasn't too loud and didn't wake the already sleeping station...
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