Chapter Three: Seeking Answers

Misty awoke to the soft rays of dawn filtering through the small window of her inn room. Stretching her limbs, she gathered her thoughts and resolved to seek answers about her transmigration and the mysterious connection she felt towards Ash, the Demon Lord.

After freshening up, Misty set out in search of a more permanent place to reside. As she wandered through the medieval city, she asked the townsfolk for directions to the lord's castle, where Ash resided. Each person she encountered seemed hesitant to speak of him, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and reverence. Nonetheless, she persisted, determined to find the one person who might hold the key to her newfound existence in this era.

Following the guidance of the townspeople, Misty eventually arrived at the imposing castle gates. A long line of individuals, each with their own worries and problems, snaked its way towards the entrance. Anxiety danced within the crowd, as they knew that seeking an audience with the Demon Lord was both daunting and necessary.

Misty joined the queue, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She observed her fellow line-mates, their faces etched with worry and anticipation. Some whispered prayers, while others clenched their fists in determination.

Suddenly, the door leading to the audience chamber burst open, causing a man to be flung against the wall with a resounding crash. Gasps filled the air as the crowd rushed to aid the injured man, their attention momentarily diverted from the inner sanctum. Misty, however, couldn't help but steal a quick glance inside.

There, in all his otherworldly splendor, sat Ash. His features were ethereal, his red eyes glowing like embers, and his black hair cascading around him like a shadowy waterfall. Despite the chaos that unfolded around him, he exuded a commanding aura that drew Misty's gaze.

Captivated by his presence, Misty's emerald eyes studied every detail of his appearance. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she marveled at his breathtaking beauty. Her curiosity overwhelmed her, and she couldn't resist taking a step closer.

Disregarding the scattered debris and the injured man lying by the door, Misty boldly walked into the audience chamber. She approached the grand table where Ash sat, her vibrant spirit unyielding.

"Hello!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with cheerful warmth. "I have traveled through time, and my path has led me to you, Ash. I believe you hold the answers I seek."

Ash's piercing gaze met Misty's, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. The room fell silent, the weight of their connection palpable. It was as if their destinies had converged in this very moment, and Misty's unwavering spirit had caught his attention.

A flicker of curiosity danced within Ash's eyes as he regarded the spirited fox spirit before him. The air crackled with the anticipation of their encounter, and the castle's grandeur seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own enigmatic sphere.

In that moment, Misty knew that her journey into the past had brought her face-to-face with the one person who could unravel the mysteries of her transmigration. She awaited Ash's response, eager to discover the truth that lay within his alluring presence and the depths of his immortal soul.

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