Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 13: Chapter 12: The Maze / Angus Gets Lost

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Chapter 12: The Maze / Angus Gets Lost I hesitate when we get to the entrance, the tiny flames created by Angus illuminating the long path ahead with no branches that I can see ahead. Steeling myself, I take the first step forward, the dark green blur of the shrubbery dominating my vision, Angus’s flames the only indicator of the path ahead. Ten feet in, I can finally see the path turn a sharp right. “Ni!” I exclaim suddenly, unable to help myself. “What?” Angus asks loudly, pausing in his stride and I can imagine the look on his face. God, I am such a dork. “Yes, you are. You should be ashamed,” I hear quite clearly in my head. It is the unmistakable voice of that little brat who put me in this body. “You know I can hear your thoughts, right?” he chides . “ You really should be nicer to me than you have been. I gave you what you wanted.” Ignoring him, I turn back to Angus and giggle. “It’s nothing.” I say before pulling on the hand he has locked in mine. “Come on, I’m curious what layout Daddy has created with the m-maze this time.” He moves forward again, walking beside me hand in hand. We walk in silence for a few minutes, taking right-hand turns at every opportunity. I find that I am able to visualize a map in my head and soon I am able to predict the pattern that my father used when constructing the current layout of the maze. Not wanting to give it away, and enjoying my time walking outside with Angus, I continue to let us wander into multiple dead ends, extending the time it will take for us to reach the center. “So,” I begin, breaking the silence between us awkwardly. “That Soul Drain ritual that you mentioned earlier…” “Yes?” Angus asks after my voice trails off. “Um, I’m c-curious if, to your knowledge, anyone other than p-potentially me has survived it before?” “No. As far as I’m aware, you would be the first,” he says matter-of-factly. “O-oh.” I look down, organizing my thoughts before continuing. “Then, my memories and ability to c-control magic are likely gone for good, right?” I ask. “Not necessarily,” he replies. “With the way the ritual works, the actual soul is extracted, taking with it the knowledge and magical essence. Granted, we don’t have any actual examples to confirm this, but I theorize that since at the very least a part of your soul remained, so too should some of your memories and essence. I would have to talk with one of the University professors back in Aberling about this though, to see if that theory actually holds up. It is just off the top of my head after all.” I nod at this and he continues. “As for the coma you were in and your lack of vision, my guess would be it would have to do with the damage to your soul itself caused by the ritual. If I remember correctly, you also mentioned lacking access to your other senses after regaining awareness, correct?” His voice is starting to take on an oddly excited tone. “Yes,” I say, nodding. “When I first came to, I could only feel things t-touching me, then I could smell things around me, followed by being able to hear, and then eventually, the ability to move. Sight is the only thing I am still having difficulty with, but even that is improving. I can see very blurry shapes, light and dark areas, and even some semblance of c-colors. Not enough to navigate unassisted, but it is an improvement.” “Yes!” he exclaims even louder. “It makes so much sense now! Beira, it is theorized that souls are infinite; if part of one were to be cut off, it will eventually repair the damage to itself. I guess then the question is, would magic essence and memory also grow back? For that matter, what would happen to the fragment of soul that gets cut off, does it grow into a new soul? There is so much we don’t know on the subject. “In your case, assuming that is indeed what occurred and the theories of the infinite property of souls is correct, then what likely happened is that a tiny fragment of your soul was retained in your body, be it due to interruption of the ritua