Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 29: Chapter 28: Rescue / There’s Something Strange in the Neighborhood

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Chapter 28: Rescue / There’s Something Strange in the Neighborhood With the sound of fighting above us now gone, the inside of the carriage feels almost too quiet, and then I hear the sound of my father’s voice calling out our names. Both my mother and I yell, hoping he can hear us, and after just a few seconds, the carriage lurches. The carriage, with us inside, is lifted out of the hole it was in and, as the dirt around us falls away, I see what looks like roots wrapped around it. The roots deposit us off to the side of the road, and as they untangle from around us, I see my father with a large sword shoved into the earth of the road. Seeing movement in the window of the carriage, my dad rushes to it in order to offer a hand in climbing out. “Are you both ok?” he asks a moment before his expression darkens as he sees the tear surrounded by blood on my mother’s dress. His eyes flick over to me, and I realize my face is likely still covered in the Knocker’s black blood. I reach up to wipe my face off only to find that it appears to already be clean, though that is to say nothing of my dress which is still covered in both the blood of the Knocker and my mother. “I’m alright, dear,” my mother replies, hugging my father. “Thanks to our daughter, I’m alright.” He looks to me. “And you, lass?” he asks. “Other than b-being a b-bit shaken up and b-b-bruised, I think I’m ok,” I reply, trying to give him a cheery smile. “I need a c-change of clothes though.” I look at the other carriages of our caravan, and they all seem to be okay, with only one other, the one that was directly in front of ours, looking like it had been dropped into the earth. The horses that were pulling the two carriages are standing off to the side still attached to the shafts which had been sheared off, likely cut before dropping the carriages into the holes. All along the road lay dead creatures similar to the one that had attacked us. From what I can see, there are at least twelve of them. Aside from a few injured guardsmen, it appears that nobody is hurt, and those few guardsmen that are, aren’t seriously injured, with Sir David being the worst off of the lot with a twisted ankle from stepping in a hole. The door on the lead carriage opens and a familiar head pops out. Finding me instantly, Mary hops to the ground and rushes over to where I am standing. “My Lady, are you okay?” she asks, worry in her eyes as she takes my disheveled state in. Realizing that the blood on my dress isn’t actually mine, she quickly adopts a calm demeanor. “My Lady, I am glad to see that you are unharmed. Shall I find you a change of clothes and help you get cleaned up?” she asks as if it were any other day and I had just happened to get a stain on my clothes. “That would be l-lovely, Mary,” I reply, and soon she has me in an area off to the side that is walled off by blankets hastily hung up to offer some privacy. She brings in a small tub of water and helps me out of my soiled clothing before retreating to retrieve me a clean dress. I take a sponge that is floating in the water and wipe myself down, removing any dried blood as best as I can without the aid of a mirror. After a few minutes, I hear Mary’s voice call softly, asking if I need any help. I take up her offer and she enters quickly, hanging the clean dress on one of the poles supporting the wall of blankets. Looking at me with a critical eye, she takes the sponge and, after rinsing it out, proceeds to wash the skin along my hairline and neck before moving on to my back. Tutting, she sets the sponge down beside the tub and mysteriously produces a bottle of shampoo from somewhere. “You’ve got blood all in your hair, My Lady,” she explains, before motioning to the tub of water. “Dunk your head to get your hair wet, and I’ll give it a good scrubbing to make sure we get all of it out.” I do as she instructs and soon she has me dunking it again to rinse all of the shampoo out. After toweling my hair mostly dry, where she got the