Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 14: Chapter 13: Finding a Way Out / The Return of the Duke

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Chapter 13: Finding a Way Out / The Return of the Duke “You mean to tell me we have been going in a s-straight line for the last twenty minutes?” I snap with a bit more edge to my voice than I intend. “How the hell does that work? This hedge maze isn’t big enough for that.” “I know, that is why I asked you if you knew that we were going the right way,” Angus says with a sigh, not reacting to my irritation. “Okay, let's approach this logically,” I say, rubbing my forehead to try to stave off a headache that has begun to grow. “Have you looked behind us or have you just been b-blindly wandering ahead on the path?” “Um, no?” he says sheepishly. At that, I turn around and start walking the way we came. I almost reach the edge of the flames lining the path before I realize Angus isn’t following. I turn back around and motion for him to come, tapping my foot impatiently. He rushes over to my side and I take his hand, dragging him behind me for a moment before he speeds up to match my pace beside me. “Are you mad at me?” he asks out of concern. “No, Angus,” I reply quickly. “I just want to figure this out.” We follow the path back the way we came when I notice something odd after a few minutes. It feels like the path has shifted slightly to the left, but the subtle difference isn’t anything I can see in the small flames. I don’t think I noticed the shift before for the simple fact that I wasn’t really paying attention and just relying on Angus. I continue on and the feeling continues. I stop and look back, seeing that the path behind me appears to be straight. “Angus?” “Yes, Beira?” “Do me a favor, please. Go back down the path, the way we were originally going, and keep walking until I tell you to s-stop,” I say to him. I can tell by the angle of his head that he is looking at me with incredulity. “Beira,” he starts, but I hold up a hand, cutting him off. “And take your guiding flames with you so that I can keep track of how far you go.” “But,” he protests, and I again cut him off. “Angus, just do it. I want to check s-something. Oh, and stay as close to the center of the path as you can; I’ll be doing the same here.” He turns and starts to walk away from me, thankfully not questioning me again. By the time he gets far enough away to where the flames no longer surround me, he pauses and I loudly tell him to continue. Soon, the edge of his visual aid is far beyond me, maybe by a hundred feet or more. I shout for him to stop and can see him pause in the distance. With the flames so far away and extending past him, I can see that there is indeed a slight curve to the path. It is so subtle that it isn’t noticeable at a closer distance and it is likely that the leaves on the hedges only aid the illusion of a straight path if someone isn’t paying close attention. I yell at Angus to stay put and I start to make my way toward him, moving to the edge of the path on my left side. I put out my hand, trailing it along the side of the foliage as I make my way towards him. Right before I hit the edge of where his flames line the path, I feel a difference in the leaves and branches beneath my fingertips. They feel less firm, like they are much younger growth than the rest of the foliage around them. Gently, I lean into it, pressing my hand into the hedge and I feel it give way, causing me to stumble and fall forward through the hedge. I hit the ground hard, my palms feeling like they are scraped up as I catch myself on the ground. “Beira!” I hear Angus calling. Looking around, I notice that I can no longer see his guiding flames lining the path. “I’m o-ok,” I reply loudly and a minute later I hear him on the other side of the hedge. I stand up and brush myself off. I reach back through the hedge and am rewarded by feeling a void on the other side of the hedge. “I see you,” I hear Angus say from the other side of the hedge. “You’re hurt.” “It’s just a flesh wound!” I reply, giggling, unable to help myself again. I pull my hand out of the hedge and