Transmigration Into The Beginning After The End

Chapter 24 - Memory

CHAPTER 24 - MEMORY

As I walked down the same hallway I walked with Gramps yesterday at night. To be honest, he really did not question me further on the veil that made my core look fake or artificial. I thanked him for that. But I would've revealed everything if he kept on pushing a little more and that idea was something I had to work on. My mentality was still low compared to anyone's here in the castle.

Before I could continue with my mental side note. A loud cute yell or something like that threw me off and I ran towards the source of the voice.

"KYAAAAAA!"

"--there?"

Wha–

When I arrived, the elf princess was holding onto the squirming black little cat that looked alike...

Wait a minute...

Is that...

"Kyu!!" the small little dragon cried.

The "father" of the little dragon let out a defeated breath and fell back into bed.

"A-Art... is this?" I said, astonished by the black creature trying to run from the elven girl.

"Her name is Sylvie and she just hatched from her shell yesterday. You should let go of her, though. It looks like she doesn't like being strangled," He muffled through the pillow that covered his head.

I got closer to Sylvie. Her head was shaped like a cat's but the snout was just a little bit more pointed, otherwise the same. The tail, though, looked exactly like Sylvia's tail. It was a reptilian tail that had two red spikes at the end. Along the spine of this one day old were also small red spikes that matched the color of its eyes. It didn't have wings but where the wings should be located, were, instead, two small bumps.

Being distracted by her appearance, Sylvie had finally freed herself from Tessia's grasp and was glaring at her while she hid herself behind Arthur.

"Grrrrr..." Sylvie let out a high-pitched growl.

"Don't worry Sylv, she's a friend," Art said while patting her head.

After Sylvie settled, she looked at me, turning her head in confusion.

I, being confused as well, forgot that she can communicate with Arthur through telepathy. Convenient. I thought, being somewhat envious of them.

Suddenly, Arthur shot up from his bed and looked at Sylvie with a tense look. Slowly he turned to me with eyes that were trying to make sense of whatever Sylvie told Arthur.

A sense of fear entered me, thinking that she might have found out my secret.

That shouldn't be possible, not even the Lances–the two strongest warriors of the Elven nation could understand much less make note of my secret now that I knew how to hide it. And now Sylvie, who was just born yesterday, made note of it just by looking at me?

A sense of frustration entered my mind. It was directed towards Sylvie or anyone who was in the room, in exception to myself. In fact, I couldn't be more glad that if Sylvie actually found out, it meant that she barely knew what it was and her description to Arthur might be sloppy. Perhaps the best thing that she would say to describe whatever she felt or saw, was familiar yet not at the same time.

Still, how were things going my way until they weren't? Just how many times was Fate going to play me by letting me think that I had the upper hand just for Fate to throw it all into the ground? Making me realize that I was never two steps ahead but rather five steps behind every move I mustered? Moves that perhaps take claim of people's lives? People that are dear to me.