Chapter 43
The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration
For a moment, I could only blink at Cassionâs words.
I do understand what he meant with the first part, but what he said about âtaking care of the child so that he wouldnât feel embarrassedâ or something like that. What was that about.
What do you mean, âcompassionâ? When did I ever?
But I soon realized which part he misunderstood.
âWhen I said Iâll leave the dolls to the kid, you must have thought I said that out of consideration, right?â
He seemed to think that I bought a useless doll and added more money for the childâs sake.
Of course, itâs true that I added more money.
When the doll seller finally appeared even after I strained my eyes for the kid this long, it was an act of gratitude rather than kindness.
The child who took the money offered four dolls in return.
However, I only needed one doll, and itâs not good to carry three more useless dolls with me.
The problem was that the kid insisted on giving me all four dolls.
He seemed to want to hand over the goods that were equivalent to as much as I had paid.
If you live so honestly, youâd soon find out how tiring life is.
I wondered for a moment if I should just get my money back, but I brushed off that idea right away.
It would be laughable to try and get a refund from that snot-filled hand.
So, I roughly handled the situation, saying that Iâll pick up the rest of the dolls later.
I felt a bit sorry for Cassion, who thought that he saw another side of me, but it was not an act of compassion but rather an act of annoyance.
But this good manâs misunderstanding, it just revealed how warmhearted he was.
With a subtle smile on my lips, I shrugged and patted Cassion with the fan in my hand.
âIâm pretty kind by nature. I have a nice face, too, and my personalityâs agreeable, so donât run away from me anymore, alright?â
At the peal of laughter that spilled through my lips, Cassion turned away.
Ha.
I could barely hear a suppressed exhale of breath.
Feeling a sense of satisfaction in many ways, I continued to walk forward.
After that, we went deeper and deeper into the alley.
The more I entered the maze-like road, the gloomier the atmosphere became.
Now, there could be nothing here called âhomeâ.
Not a single sound of a simple bug or a beast could be heard, let alone a humanâs voice.
âI donât think thereâs any living creature hereâ¦â
Itâs the perfect place to kill one person and sweep the matter under the rug.
Cassion didnât seem to think differently. In the middle of the alley, he tapped my arm and double-checked if this was the right place.
Every time he did that, Iâd check Blancaâs fairly detailed map and saw the characteristics of the alleyway that she had indicated, so I confirmed that we were going the right way.
We passed by a suspicious looking red stain and a small tree with blue leaves.
On the map, there was a strange drawing of a house site that seemed to have collapsed and turned to ashes.
It wasnât until we had fully immersed in this dreary atmosphere that we finally reached the meeting place.
However, this was where the real problem arose.
I think we arrived at the right place, but no one was waiting there.
The only things to be seen were old, dilapidated walls that seemed to be on the verge of toppling over, and tall, grotesquely twisted trees.
I couldnât feel any movements around us.
In the still silence, the sound of grass shaking in the wind sounded bleak.
âSeriously. Is this really the right place.â
The question that Cassion had been asking me came to mind. However, this really was it. Didnât I confirm and tell Cassion many times before?
âMaybe itâs not the right time?â
Was the other person going to be a little late, or did we come too late?
The former was better. I could wait here. However, if it was the latter case, then Iâd need to grab that person by the back of their neck.
I came all the way here, but you left without even meeting me?
Cassion and I stood in the middle of the vacant lot and looked around. However, when we thought that there was no sign of any movementâ
âHuh?â
âRosetta!â
As soon as I felt that something was odd, Cassion called out to me.
I turned my head reflexively, and a small dagger flew by my face.
Fortunately, I avoided getting hurt in the nick of time, but itâs clear that the situation had turned for the worst.
I strained my senses to find any signs of movement.
But I still couldnât feel anything. Perhaps the other person was quite talented in hiding.
âThis is obviously an ambush.â
For either me or Cassion. Or an attack aimed at us both.
I reached back and took Cassionâs hand.
When I pulled his hand, I felt his large body come closer, touching my back.
âDonât move away from me. Take this chance to hide in the safest place possible.â
âAnd you?â
At the concern that was palpable in his voice, I chuckled lightly.
To be honest, the biggest hindrance for me right now was Cassion.
Had it not been for this man, I would have already jumped up that tree.
âAre you worried about me?â
Cassion did not answer.
Meanwhile, several arrows rushed in.
I took a slow step back, watching where those arrows came from.
In my periphery of that large tree, I saw a huge pile of the dilapidated wallâs debris on the side.
Whoosh.
An arrow flew in from the same direction again. I countered the arrow with the fan that was in my hand.
Just in case, Iâm glad I hid an iron sheet on one side of this fan.
In my second transmigration, my weapon of choice was an iron fan, so Iâm more used to fighting with this rather than a larger weapon that would elicit suspicion.
âLooks like thereâs only one enemy.â
Arrows kept rushing in from only one direction. Besides that, thereâs a little pause in between each arrow that would get shot.
That enemyâs location was above us, at the tree right in front.
First, since Iâve identified how many of the enemy there were and their location, the other thing I need to know is âhow the enemy is attacking us in this placeâ.
Did they sneak up on us from behind?
No, that shouldnât be true.
Iâm sure of it.
No matter how good the opponent was in hiding, it was almost impossible to completely hide their presence while following someone else.
And we walked for quite a long time along a winding maze of empty alleyways.
If someone was following us, I would have felt their presence at least once.
For this enemy to attack so stealthily, I had no choice but to think that this was a planned ambush.
âBut how did you know that weâre coming here that you were already lying in the wait?â
I didnât even tell Cassion where weâre going today.
And the coachman of the carriage we rode earlier only picked us up from home and dropped us off in front of the Larrington Bookstore.
He must be thinking that weâre still inside the bookstore, as I made a point to show that we entered through the main door of the bookstore, but exited through the back door.
And, there was something else to ask.
Right now, Cassion was wearing a mask while I was wearing a veil.
In other words, it meant that the opponent shouldnât know who exactly we were.
At any rate, if they were planning to ambush a targeted person whoâd come by this place, then shouldnât they know who they were attacking?
Since weâre hiding our identities with a veil and a mask, the enemy should have held their breath and waited for the moment either of us revealed our faces.
However, they already launched an attack without any intention of confirming our identities.
Ah, maybeâ
âMaybe⦠Thatâs the specified target.â
With my face hidden with a pre-arranged veil as I walk into a pre-arranged place, coming here with a pre-arranged âmanâ with the pre-arranged âgoodsââ¦
âHa.â
Laughter leaked out of my lips. This situation right now was just so funny.
Given the above assumptions, well, assuming that this was a trap in the first place,
Thereâs only one person who could have led us here.
ââ¦Blanca.â
Tak, tak, tak.
A sharp staccato beating seemed to echo in my ears.
It was the sound of gold hitting against a hard table. Then, the familiar laughter of that woman filled my head.
I could vividly imagine Blanca knocking against that table while laughing riotously in front of me.
âAnd I was wondering what made you laugh for three days and three nights.â
Thatâs why.
Now I understand the meaning of that laughter.
I fell for it.
Blanca tricked me.
* * *
This very amusing realization made me tighten my grip over the fan I was holding.
The doll I bought from the kid was no longer useful, so I roughly shoved it into the pocket of my dress.
Now that my other hand was empty, I reached back again to grab Cassionâs arm.
After pulling him to dodge a few times, I pulled his wrist fully.
âMaxwell.â
âYeah.â
With my other hand, I kept blocking the arrows and retreated. Gradually, the distance between us and the tree where the enemy was hiding widened.
The farther the distance between us, the more difficult it would be to aim accurately, and the interval between each arrow would also increase.
Maybe that person would get down from the tree soon.
âOnce I give the signal, crouch down.â
âWhat?â
âCrouch down, and thenâ¦â
I pointed towards that spot near the tree that I saw in advance, the spot with the debris. Then I gave a nod.
It was a blind spot to anyone up that tree.
âHide over there. If you think youâre in danger, just run away by the wall.â
âYou want me toâ¦â
âEnough worrying.â
I cut him off. I already knew what heâs going to say next.
âYou want me to run away alone?â
Something like that. However, such concern was enough from earlier. This is the real deal now.
Iâm a bit ticked that someoneâs playing a trick on me.
At that moment, I felt his wrist in my hand flinch, but I didnât care.
I spoke in a calmer tone.
âTo be honest, Iâm more concerned about you now. Thereâs no guarantee that youâll be safe anywhere you try to hide. Thatâs why just think about how we can get through this crisis now. Worry about me when thereâs time to worry later.â
There was no room for emotions right here. At a time like this, a cool head would be more helpful.
Wouldnât it be better to act coldly yet survive to see another day rather than act warmly towards each other and die?
Cassion should be thinking on the same lines.
I didnât wait for his answer. Instead, I pulled his wrist closer. I need to get the timing right.
At last, another arrow flew past near our feet.
âNow that an arrow has come, thereâs some interval until the next attack.â
This opportunity shouldnât be missed. Soon, the enemy would come down from that tree.
If Cassion would still be behind me then, there would be no chance in winning at close combat.
âOne⦠twoâ¦â
As I began the count with a low voice, I relaxed my grip over Cassionâs wrist.
On the count of three, I was going to tell Cassion to go.
And at that moment.
âThree⦠Gâ¦â
However, the final signal couldnât be said.
Cassion drew upâso closeâleaned down towards me and whispered something into my ears.
As he leaned down, I could feel the manâs muscles as they touched my back.
His tension-filled breath soaked my ears.
At first, it seemed like something soft had touched my ears.
By the end of Cassionâs words, I heard a rustling sound from the tree where the arrows were coming from.
Just before the enemy came down from the tree, Cassion crouched and rushed away at just the right time, hiding in that spot.
Everything happened in an instant.
It started with the split-second when the word âGoâ couldnât even be completed.
But even as everything happened so fast, it was all so clear.
Muscles, breath, soft touch.
And.
âDonât get hurt.â
Even the short whisper uttered.
Right. It was all so clear.