Chapter 6

...𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗...

...𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙳𝚂...

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉ ⁶•

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭

The gentle rhythm of the river hummed a soothing melody, blending with the chirping of birds and the soft whispers of the wind. The harmonious sounds breathed life into the tranquil scene—a moment of serenity only nature could bestow.

Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting a warm glow upon her pale, delicate skin. The light seemed to embrace her, highlighting her ethereal beauty. Her skin appeared luminous, almost celestial, as she lay peacefully asleep.

Her soft, pink hair, reminiscent of sakura blossoms, cascaded down her shoulders in long, silken strands. The way it framed her face and caressed her frail neck gave her the air of a goddess descended to earth. She was none other than Cassiàchugarè Duskwither Melisylva.

As the sun’s warmth kissed her skin, her eyelids fluttered, and she stirred. Slowly, she opened her emerald eyes, their brilliance momentarily dazed by the golden light. Awareness returned in waves, prompting her to sit up abruptly.

“Where am I?” she whispered to herself, her voice tinged with confusion. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in her surroundings.

She was adorned in a pink silk dress that clung gracefully to her form, its softness accentuating her beauty. The room itself was unique—crafted entirely from wood and adorned with lush plants, exuding a sense of freshness and vitality. The golden afternoon light streamed in, casting a cozy, enchanting glow.

As she attempted to stand, a sharp pain lanced through her side, forcing her back down. “Hiss!” she winced, her hand instinctively pressing against her wound. Lifting the hem of her dress, she saw the wound carefully dressed and treated.

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The memories of the night before came rushing back:

“Ferroniger... He helped me walk through the darkness after our mission failed. I was the one who directed him here... but I must have passed out from the blood loss.”

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Her thoughts spiraled, and she reclined against the soft bed, its plush surface threatening to envelop her entirely. “Why did I dream of the past during the mission?” she murmured, her mind flashing back to distant memories of a shared childhood nightmare.

“Did I miss something back then?” she wondered aloud, her brows knitting in thought. With a sigh, she sat up once more, her fingers massaging her temples. “Ugh, my head hurts from overthinking.” She made a silly face, patting her head lightly.

‘But how did Ferroniger find this place?’ she thought, determination flickering in her eyes. “I need to find him,” she resolved, forcing herself to stand despite the pain. Step by step, she moved carefully, determined not to aggravate her injury.

“And where do you think you’re going?” a familiar voice cut through her thoughts.

She turned, recognizing the owner of the cold, steady tone. “I was trying to find you,” she replied, her hand still pressed firmly against her side.

Matthew stood there, his expression serious and his eyes sharp. “You were trying to find me... in the bathroom?” he remarked dryly, his tone laced with quiet mockery.

“Uh...” Chugar’s sweet voice echoed awkwardly in the room. A faint smile crossed her lips as she realized her mistake. “So, it’s the bathroom door, huh? I see,” she said softly, feigning nonchalance.

A sudden knock interrupted their exchange—three quick taps, signaling someone’s entrance. Both turned their attention to the door behind Matthew. A maiden stepped in, her movements graceful and deliberate.

Her silky black hair framed her face, and her demeanor exuded modesty and poise. As she carried a bowl of medicinal herbs, her gaze landed on Chugar, ignoring Matthew's presence.

Chugar’s eyes widened in recognition, a spark of excitement lighting her features. Before the maiden could speak, Chugar rushed toward her, throwing her arms around her in a tight embrace.

“Sister Reign!” she exclaimed joyfully, forgetting her injury in her excitement.

Despite the suddenness, Arclreign remained composed. Her serene expression softened as she gently patted Chugar’s head, returning the embrace with quiet affection. After a moment, Chugar released her with a warm smile.

“I missed you so much!” Chugar gushed, her voice filled with genuine delight.

Arclreign chuckled softly, her voice calm and comforting. “Please, have a seat, Cassià, dear.”

Her expression shifted in an instant, her tone firm yet kind. “Refrain from moving too much. Your wound could reopen.”

“Eh?” Chugar blinked, her voice tinged with playful innocence. She nodded sheepishly, understanding the unspoken concern in Arclreign’s words.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

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