Joan lay on the bed, panting from the magic test.
She was once one of the greatest and most powerful warriors and mages in the world, and only the Chosen could rival her. Now? She could only barely cast those weak spells, and her strengthening magic could only use the lowest level of magic, otherwise it would threaten her body.
Then again, her sword broke in one swing. Maybe that's how she is now. She has accepted the risk. She knew she would become weaker. So why does this upset her so much?
Then she sighed softly and stared at the roof. "Because now I know better," she whispered to herself. After returning to the academy, she received many accolades and was told how talented and amazing she was. Even if she is not a formal mage, it is already remarkable that she can learn so many magics so easily, and is better than some graduated formal mage. Her skills and knife skills made her an idol to the students who were supposed to be her seniors. Even her skill with the bow was considered a masterpiece. There are even rumors that she is not human at all, but is actually an elf who has been practicing for decades.
She beat the bed, making a clanging sound. "Idiot!" she yelled to herself, cursing her past life. If she spends more time developing weaker abilities, she...
She sighed. Well, no matter how much she complains, she can never be that person or gain that power again. No living thing can. She has to accept herself for who she is and move on with her life.
She raised a hand to her chest and whimpered softly. How many times has she died in her life? How many more times will she have to die before she gets the right result? What if none of this is possible from the start? What if no matter how hard she tries, things can't be put right?
She was stunned, someone was coming. She looked around for weapons, then shook her head. She is a guest and no one is going to hurt her. After a while, the door to the servants' tunnel opened silently, and a servant appeared with a tray. Her eyes locked with his and he froze.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't. I'm already awake," she said, looking at the tray. On it was a bowl of red soup, and a cup filled with a lavender drink. There was also a small meatloaf.
"I see," he said, placing the tray on the table. "Your Highness hopes you will eat the pie when you feel better, and don't force yourself." He bowed politely, then turned and left.
"Wait," she said. "Whose room is this?"
"Yours, ma'am," he said firmly.
This is not a guest room or an infirmary. So where am I now? "
"This room is usually the room of the Queen's personal attendant."
Joan's eyes widened. "What? Why did she put me here?"
The man looked a little uncomfortable at the moment and looked away from her. "I can't guess, ma'am."
"You can't guess, so why don't you tell?" she asked, her own eyes narrowing at him.
"I'm just a servant. I have no obligation to question His Highness's motives."
Joan gave a small sigh of annoyance. The servant is tight-lipped.
"Okay. Whose clothes are these?"
The way the man cringed told her she'd hit the target. "Miss, I should-"
"Who are these people?" she asked again, grabbing her knees with her hands. However, the man didn't answer. She had to take a gamble. "I would ask the Queen if I had to."
He took a sharp breath. "Please don't, my lady."
"Who is that?"
"Belonging to the late Princess Raya."
But she doesn't remember Princess Raya and she needs information. "I've never heard of her, or any of the queen's princesses. Who is she?"
The man sighed again, a look of frustration on his face. "I'm not surprised. She died years ago when Bat Valley was destroyed."
"Destruction? It...ohhh," she whispered. "I'm sorry. You can go."
He nodded slightly, then turned and left, the door closing silently behind him.
June lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Bat Valley comes as a surprise to most of them. In most of her memories, this happened shortly after the Reflection Troll appeared. Once the valley bordered the edge of Demon Land, but as the kingdom expanded its territory further, the threat in the area was deemed no longer present. Or, at least, the demons had grown weaker and could no longer restrain them. Unfortunately, the servants of the God of Hell have infiltrated the area and nearly destroyed it. Of course, she managed to stop them. But the loss is incredible.
But this is her, the hero. Now she tried to recall the memories of this life, recalling bits and pieces of what she had heard. The valley has fallen and the territory has been taken over by demons. Even so, she felt like she was trying to pull fragments of memories from an ocean of past lives.
The valley holds a lot of bad memories. She had been young all her life and unaware of the dangers she faced.
She had not realized that there were any members of the royal family in the valley, let alone the Queen's daughter. Then she looked down at her clothes. They are a bit worn and faded, but not in bad condition. They must be well preserved.
She came face to face with the Queen shortly after the events of Batwatch Hollow, as the Valley brought Hadwin into her life and brought the hero's presence to everyone's attention.
For most of her life, her mind was more focused on meeting the "beautiful and kind queen." She groaned again, grabbed a pillow and put it against her face. She publicly flirted with the Queen on several occasions. Is she really stupid enough to flirt with a woman who just lost her baby? Why didn't anyone warn her?
What an idiot she is.
She grabbed the tray and placed it on her lap.
The soup has a tomato flavor, is very thick, and has nothing solid. She chuckled, picked up the bowl, put it to her lips, and took a slow sip. Gulu Swallow it, it’s authentic and good. It brought back fond memories of Neia being troubled after she was stabbed in the abdomen by the Dark Knight. Obviously the wound was fatal, and if it weren't for Nea's healing magic and her own enhancement abilities, Korlon would always be better able to handle such a wound. All the wound brought was nausea for a few days. All she was given was soup and wine.
How did she ruin everything? How could she save everyone like this? She is too weak now. She felt like a newborn baby trying to fight a monster. The Reflection Troll is something she should be able to destroy easily, so how can she be the hero who saves everyone if she can't even defeat this thing?
Tears flowed down her cheeks and mixed with the soup. She slowly lowered it until it was half empty. "What am I going to do?" she whispered.
"Idiot," she whispered to herself, then lay back on the bed and pounded the mattress with her fists. Ding dong, ding dong, when the tray jumps up. She screamed as some of the drink in the cup spilled, but luckily didn't tip over. "You're an idiot. You're probably still an idiot. Why did you make me a farmer? There's an orphan up there?" she asked herself. "Do you know what kind of difficulties I have experienced in the past twelve years? Don't you think that wasting so many years of life is enough to help me? Do you have to let me live this terrible life?"
Her life is only now starting to finally return to normal. She was fed every night and people began to respect her. She was seen as a talented and useful person. The gift is so powerful that it cannot be ignored.
Of course, she was still a child and a lot of people only saw that. But some people see more. She hopes to become a commander one day. The whole world was now resting on her shoulders and she felt like she was about to be crushed.
"Three sisters, are you watching this now?" she asked. "Is this funny? Another pawn in your game?" She sat up slowly, picked up the tray, and put it back on the counter. "Does it feel good to watch a hero who thinks he is invincible cry like a child? Become helpless and weak?" She picked up the small meat pie and took a bite.
It was still warm inside and filled with soft meat, so soft that it almost melted in her mouth. This might be the best time of her life right now. But not her life. Still, it helps.
"I want my friends," she whispered. "All six...no. Seven of them. I want them here. I want to tell them everything. I want them to believe me. I don't want them to fight or argue or hate me. I just want it to be resolved. "
She thought she found the weapon first. Hadwin drew his sword. This means the weapon must have been found. Maybe the Queen has them stored somewhere. Probably hiding them, like she did. She had to find a way to get information from them.
Joan filled her stomach and lay down again.
