Chapter 140: The disappearance of the bloodstains from Yan Huifan's return indicates that the time travel was successful, but...
The sun shines brightly over the vast fields; the summer grasslands are scorching hot.
Eleanor rode her chestnut horse across the wilderness. She didn't intend to search aimlessly; she planned to first check the lake where Andra had last appeared, and if she had enough time, she would at most reach Mount Aphrodite.
If she can't find anyone in either of these places, she will use the pendant to turn back time, retrieve Andra from the water, and tie her to her side so she doesn't get lost and die somewhere.
Da da, da da da.
Sigh—
She reined in her horse, dismounted, and inspected the surrounding turf.
The edge of the lake looked normal. Fortunately, there were usually no tourists here, so Andra and the traces she left behind had not disappeared.
Eleanor looked focused, and the attendants following behind her were also professionals.
So everyone ignored the rolling tracks and crushed wildflowers, and began to explore the truth behind His Majesty's disappearance little by little around the remaining tent.
This is the last place she was seen; the servants had already investigated it once.
Even without modern criminal investigation knowledge, these women of sound mind did not disturb the crime scene. Instead, they left it there for more professional people or Eleanor herself to investigate.
There were no signs of a struggle, nor were there any notes or letters.
Eleanor looked around and suddenly noticed a strange... charred mark.
She hurried to the edge of the haystack and crouched down; these scorch marks looked very strange.
It doesn't look like it's been through a wildfire on the grassland; it looks more like a painter dipped his brush in ink and splashed it onto the paper.
As she touched the scorch marks, a strange image flashed through her mind.
A red mist floated in the air, enveloping the grass, leaving only traces of paint on this small patch of blades.
"Did you see these scorch marks before?"
Eleanor asked the servants behind her, but they all shook their heads.
"No, Your Highness, we searched the entire area and didn't see any traces of that."
Eleanor nodded, about to say something, when suddenly the rapid clatter of hooves sounded from not far away.
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong—there's an enemy attack!!"
The newcomer was a cavalryman wearing a bright red cloak with an arrow stuck in it.
Upon seeing the princess's procession, she couldn't wait to speak, tumbling off her horse and stubbornly crawling forward despite her sprained leg.
"Someone, someone led cavalry to launch a surprise attack on Lengshui Tribe, it's probably Princess Alisa's people!"
Alisa?
Eleanor was taken aback, but without wasting any time, she immediately ordered everyone to mount their horses.
She was leading a small reconnaissance team, and her attendants were all dressed in light armor such as leather armor, and they didn't have enough bows and arrows. If Alisa brought armored cavalry, she would be the only one who could fight them head-on.
Eleanor mounted her horse, pulled on the reins, and looked around.
Since they couldn't see any of Alisa's cavalry within sight, they could choose a suitable location to launch an attack.
She considered the nearby gentle slopes for a moment, then quickly ordered, "Everyone, follow me. We'll try to return as far as possible, and we'll fight if necessary."
"yes!"
Hundreds of horses galloped across the plains, leaving a white line in their wake. Eleanor was certain they were heading back, but the scenery in the distance was becoming increasingly strange.
The sun is in the right position, but what about the mountains?
Peak Eros is still far away, and the royal court is not currently stationed in the Great Snow Mountain.
The mental landscape deviated from the real landscape, and if everyone weren't riding horses, someone would definitely be whispering among themselves.
Eleanor climbed up a hillside and looked down, finally hearing the sound of the earth shaking.
A much larger force came rushing from the horizon, led by a woman clad in full armor and wearing an eagle-winged helmet. Judging from the style of her cloak and the gold and red paint on it, it must be Alisa herself.
She really dares to lead her cavalry to charge recklessly across the grasslands?
That's true, after all, it's Alisa... no, that's not right.
Eleanor stared intently at the top of Alissa's head—there were no words.
The space where the text should have been displayed was instead a shimmering golden-red mist, like a nebula.
What's going on? Did Andra kill Alisa, and then she used some secret technique to reincarnate as a living dead?
Eleanor pressed her lips together; the cavalry charge was heading right past this hillside.
When they get closer, they will definitely see them on the hillside; perhaps they already have.
Three, two, one...!
After silently calculating the approximate distance, she drew her sword. "Everyone, heed my command—charge with me!"
The sun was still blazing, but the sky darkened the moment they launched their charge.
Eleanor's cavalry charged down with ferocity, their horses' hooves thundering like drums.
Thump, thump, thump!
Wearing a helmet, "Alissa" suddenly looked up. She seemed to be stunned by the dazzling light as well, just as bewildered as the restless cavalry behind her.
But she quickly recovered, with only the teeth under her visor piercing her lip.
Clang!
The leader drew his longsword and charged out of the formation in silence.
She gave no orders, and even a second before, the cavalry behind her were filled with anxiety.
Is Princess Alisa alright?
Is this person really reliable?
Are we going to assassinate the "fake Eleanor"? Really?
......
Even the real Alisa could only use honor and the survival of her family to coerce these people into serving her to the death.
She could lead them to the royal court as Princess Hetuya to start a war against the wolf king, but she couldn't force them to charge into Eleanor's army.
But as the man in the eagle helmet charged forward, very few people noticed Eleanor opposite him and the cavalry behind her.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the leader, and they leaned forward like warhorses galloping away!
[Eleanor...no, that's not Eleanor.]
Only by killing her will Eleanor return to me.
The face behind the mask regained its composure.
She held a long sword, and with each blink she drew closer.
Clang.
Swords clashed in the dim light, creating a series of sharp, shimmering waves.
The cavalry did not give way; they scrambled to surround their leader, eager to become extensions of her wings and sword.
But they were too weak. They were isolated by the enemy's troops and overwhelmed by the aura of the two kings, scattering like birds and beasts with the waves.
You're definitely not Eleanor.
"Andra" felt the power emanating from the blade and muttered to himself.
She would have cheered for the battle, eager to spill the enemy's blood as if drinking the finest liquor.
What could be more interesting than sword-to-sword duels with an evenly matched opponent? Especially when that opponent is also a noble member of royalty!
They can be enemies, friends, or both, constantly shifting their positions during the long battle—this was her original intention.
But that sentiment has long been lost.
Because she found something better: Eleanor was no substitute for anything, and her beloved wife perfectly fulfilled all her desires.
Therefore, she doesn't need to open up to her opponents; she only needs to indulge in the battle and enjoy the delicious carnage together!
However, this kind of fun can also become utterly boring at some point.
Her beloved wife, her Angel, everything about her vanished before her eyes... No, Eleanor is just missing! She's not dead! Absolutely not!!
His eyes beneath the mask turned crimson, and the power he wielded with the sword erupted once more!
So strong!
Eleanor's eyes narrowed: she knew the moment she got closer that this person was definitely not Alisa. But... who was this?
Andra?
That's not quite right.
Thump, clang!
The opponent's sword strikes grew increasingly rapid, each slash carrying a strange rhythm, clanging as it struck the weakest points.
Who exactly is she...?
In terms of strength, the two are exactly the same, with the former being slightly stronger than the latter. It would be reasonable to say that the former is the latter at full power.
Whoosh—the sword light was like a rainbow, carrying the aftershocks of transcendence.
Eleanor was caught off guard and nearly had her longsword knocked askew.
She once thought that her swordsmanship had reached perfection through several lifetimes of experience, standing at the pinnacle of this world, but with each strike, she saw even more distant mountains.
Isn't that Andra...?
Her heart pounded, calling out for some vague possibility.
People on the battlefield gasped and screamed!
The sky grew darker and darker, as if the sun was slowly closing its eyes, letting its golden light be bound to a dark red.
Clang.
She raised her hand to block, and the steel sword in her hand made a piercing cracking sound. A section of the sword tip fell like a meteor and sank into the soil with a clang.
The opponent lowered his body, channeling all his strength into the longsword, which pierced Eleanor's body.
Eleanor, as if possessed, straightened her chest and smashed her visor with the broken blade of her sword.
With a snap, long, golden-red hair fluttered in the wind, and a pair of familiar eyes appeared in the darkness.
“Andra…”
Eleanor smiled with relief, the pendant on her chest shimmering.
"Eleanor?!"
Those cold eyes widened, and she involuntarily let go—then opened her arms.
......
The bloodstains transformed into shooting stars, flying towards the past.
Eleanor closed her eyes tightly, sketching out what she wanted to do next in a brief moment.
She wanted to go back six days, grab the young man who was still taking a bath, and shake him violently, using even more intense force to tell him what it meant to "let go of the past and embrace the future"!
Even if Andra is possessed by a demon from the past, she will make sure the demon leaves her lover's body!
Thump.
Her body suddenly plunged into a rushing torrent of water; it seemed they had arrived at their destination.
Eleanor opened her eyes knowingly... Warm and soft crimson surged around her, carrying her into the distance.
Huh? Where did this come from?
Could it be that Andra's sword was too fast and took her life away, causing her to be reincarnated prematurely?!
She yanked her hair hard, and it hurt.
A pendant swayed in front of her chest. She grabbed it and finally breathed a sigh of relief: the fourth petal was still stuck to the clover, with a lone trace of blood on it.
The disappearance of the bloodstains indicates that the rewind was successful, but why did it rewind back to the Blood River?
"Because time intersects here, you will briefly arrive at the cause of the present result."
A sweet sound—just hearing it evokes countless sweet and fragrant memories—resonated in my mind.
The River of Blood churned and rippled with strange waves, the water swirling inwards, enveloping a figure made of blood in its flow.
His upper body was a beautiful human form, and his lower body was a flowing fish tail.
The moment she saw Him, Eleanor suddenly understood why, in many versions of mythology, humans associated the god of love with mermaids.
Gods are all-encompassing, but such a beautiful incarnation always leaves a deep impression, so much so that the image of the god of love will automatically appear in one's mind the moment one sees him.
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Author's note: Andra in her first life: The gods took everything from me, how could I do nothing?
Cupid: You really don't know how to reflect on yourself, do you?
If Eleanor weren't so special, Cupid would definitely have dealt Andra a severe blow (Lilia: Okay, it already happened~). But then again, without Eleanor, Andra wouldn't have burned Mount Cupid...
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