Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 25: Chapter 24: The Road To Larkinshire / Meeting Ygg

Read chapter 25 of Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do by PrincessArylin on NovelPedia.

Chapter 24: The Road To Larkinshire / Meeting Ygg The first day of our trip was expected to be the safest as we would be stopping in the Town of Larkinshire for the evening and the roads between Lochavria and Larkinshire were not only well maintained, but also regularly patrolled by the duke’s forces. In fact, upon leaving the gates of Lochavria, it seemed like every twenty to thirty minutes we slowed down briefly as the guards for our caravan greeted yet another patrol and inquired about the condition of the road ahead. Surely requesting updates from every passing patrol was a bit excessive, but a glance at my dad told me that he didn’t seem to mind and if he didn’t mind, I guess neither should I. Luckily, I'd had enough foresight to realize this trip was going to seem to take forever, and had Mary stow some of the novels from my room in the main carriage for me to read on the way. I just hoped that I, as Beira, wouldn’t get motion sick like I, as Michael, used to get when trying to read in a moving vehicle. Today I am starting a new novel, ‘Taken by the Dragon King’, since I had finally managed to finish ‘The Demon Lord’s Dark Pact: A Tale of Love and Revenge’ just a few days prior by making sure I squeezed enough time to read a full chapter every couple of days. This new book, much to my surprise, is not what I initially thought. It follows a young fox priestess named Sasha, who, unknown to her, is also a princess in hiding to a large nation of beastmen. The beastmen nation was at war constantly with the dragon nation over territory. She had gone to the front lines of the most recent dispute to tend to the wounded and discovered a young dragon female named Scorsha, hiding in a thick grouping of bushes at the side of a nearby river. The young dragon had multiple wounds covering her torso and had also lost an arm. Suffering from blood loss and unable to remove a portion of the arrows herself, she had dragged herself into hiding to try and give her regenerative powers a chance to kick in and heal her bloodied stump. Sasha, smelling the blood from Scorsha’s wounds, followed her trail to her hiding place. Realizing that she had found one of her nation’s enemy combatants, Sasha didn’t try to capture her, but instead moved her to a nearby cave to help her heal and recover because it was Sasha’s belief that all injured people should be tended to in war, regardless of what side they fought for. Which is a bit naïve, if you ask me. Giving aid to your enemy in a war, is just asking for trouble. And trouble indeed is what Sasha got. When Scorsha was well enough to escape, she took the young fox priestess with her after drugging a flask of water she offered to the fox. Having realized that not only was Sasha a talented healer, but also that she had developed feelings for the young fox, Scorsha took her back into the dragon kingdom, all the way to her home, the royal palace. It turned out that Scorsha was to be crowned King, with King and Queen in the case of dragons was synonymous, due to the death of the current king, her father. What followed was a yuri romance intertwined with the power struggles that come with war between two nations. As I read, I had notice that this carriage jostles and jolts its occupants a lot less than the one that I had ridden in with Angus previously. But, while the ride is smoother, it is still not what I would call comfortable. I do not look forward to five days of travel like this, if I am perfectly honest. Fortunately, the atmosphere inside the carriage is subdued, leaving me to read my book in peace, though every once in a while, I will feel eyes on me. Whenever I look up, I see my mother watching me, a thoughtful expression on her face. When she notices me looking back at her, she turns away quickly as if something outside the carriage window suddenly drew her attention. Whatever. If she wants to say something she’ll say it when she is ready. I just wish she would stop staring. Going back to my book, I