Chapter 110: Rast: Where are the teammates? Please save me!
The Royal City of Paradise was supposed to be a dead city.
Souls stripped of life, blessed with “eternity,” wandered in the Netherworld… repeating their actions from life day after day, year after year.
Like reflections in a mirror, they thrived beautifully, yet also lost all possibilities and vitality.
However—
With the onset of the Catastrophic Era, countless refugees seeking shelter poured into this Royal City to evade the Beast Tide, the Iron Cross Plague, and the disturbance of the Evil God.
They had not yet been assimilated by Paradise or bestowed with that eternal blessing, still appearing like ordinary people.
These people needed homes and taverns, so the Royal City had housing and bars.
They needed pharmacies and clinics, so the Royal City had pharmacies and clinics.
And these people also needed romance and entertainment…
Thus, various entertainment activities and colorful buildings began to emerge in the Royal City.
This once-dead Netherworld thus radiated a different kind of vitality.
…
In a remote alley in the city center of the Royal City.
Rast walked ahead, weaving his way through, finally bypassing the patrolling maidens in the palace and escaping undetected.
The abilities of “Intuition” and “Navigator” played a significant role in this process.
During the past half month, as Rast had been serving as the personal attendant to Her Majesty the Queen, it allowed other maidens to enjoy much leisure, only needing to attend to the palace’s daily maintenance and food transportation.
Aside from that, all tasks related to the Queen’s daily life were managed by Rast himself.
He had prepared ahead, secretly observing and recording the routines and schedules of the other maidens.
Because of this, Rast was confident that… as long as he returned to the palace before deep night, Helen’s actions would not be detected by other maidens, nor would it raise their alertness.
During this time, Helen had obediently followed Rast, without raising any objections.
Walking in her woolen boots, she often paused to gaze at the city, just awakening from the morning, until Rast stopped in the distance waiting for her, reluctant to leave.
In truth, this was the most ordinary scenery in the Royal City, but for Helen, who had never set foot outside the palace since her birth—
Every street, every building… even the trees lining the streets bathed in morning light were unseen fantasies to her.
Tap, tap—
Their footsteps echoed through the deserted alley.
As they approached the end, Rast noticed Helen’s violet eyes widen slightly.
The end of the alley connected to Black Lily Avenue, one of the busiest and most prosperous main roads in the Royal City of Paradise.
Around seven or eight o’clock, the city was beginning to wake up…
At this moment, the crowd on Black Lily Avenue was bustling, every face wore a peaceful expression—
In a daze, Rast almost thought he had returned to the present world… where ordinary people were unaware of the Night World and the twilight disaster, wearing similarly peaceful and content expressions.
Of course, this was also a self-evident fact.
For those refugees escaping from the outside world to this place… here was a paradise isolated from the world, standing above the calamities.
The crisp morning breeze carried the noise of the people.
There were arguments, discussions, laughter, playful banter, and children crying when scolded by their parents for being mischievous… just like the daily life in any city.
As the clamorous voices surged, Rast felt a tremor in the petite figure of the girl with ice blue hair hidden under her hooded cloak.
She shrank back towards the alley, taking a few steps back, her eyes flashing with a hint of retreat.
Clearly eager to know the outside world…
But when the real scenery of the outside opened its doors to her, did she still feel timid?
Thinking this, Rast suddenly took a step forward and extended his left hand.
Then, he grasped Helen’s retreating right hand.
The skin of Her Majesty’s right hand was delicate, emanating a cold touch.
The moment Rast held her hand, Helen visibly stiffened.
A flash of ice blue appeared in her eyes.
The air around Rast instantly turned cold, and even his spirit felt the chill, slowly sinking into a frigid abyss… similar to the feeling when he was struck by “d*ath’s Messenger.”
As if in the next moment, his life would be stripped away by a fatal Word Spirit.
Yet Rast’s actions remained firm, without the slightest hesitation.
He quietly held that cold, stiff little hand, letting the piercing cold permeate through him, not letting go.
Silently relying on the effects of the “Withered Stone,” which nullified extraordinary abilities, to resist the pain that felt as if d*ath’s scythe had kissed his skin.
“We’ve come this far; if we turn back now and give up halfway…”
“That would be too regrettable, Your Majesty?”
Rast whispered into the girl’s ear.
After a few breaths, he saw the icy flicker in Helen’s violet eyes gradually fade.
At the same time, her tensed right hand relaxed.
It became warm and soft as if bone-less, resting quietly in Rast’s palm, allowing him to hold her.
She looked at Rast in front of her, her eyes flashing with deep regret, and some ice blue light gathered in the air.
“I’m sorry…”
Before the ice blue light could fully coalesce, Helen saw Rast raise a hand in a shushing gesture.
“Since we need to conceal our identity outside, then please, Your Majesty, also refrain from your usual way of speaking.”
He took out the small diary and pencil he had prepared earlier: “Whether it’s gathering words in the air or using telepathy to communicate… others will notice our abnormalities.”
“So while we’re playing outside, please communicate with me using the paper and pencil.”
Helen took the diary and pencil, quietly nodding.
Using paper and pencil… this wasn’t unfamiliar to her; when reading fairy tale books in the palace, Helen often drew circles and made notes with a pen.
She had even tried to imitate her favorite “Chronicles of Silver Wings” to write her own stories.
However, Helen had never seen the outside world and had only interacted with the maidens.
Thus, no matter how hard she tried, the stories she wrote were merely reassembled versions of the contents from “Chronicles of Silver Wings.”
Any author cannot write about things beyond their understanding.
Perhaps this was the reason that deepened Helen’s determination to explore the outside world.
“The next place we’re heading to… why not visit a clothing store first? It’s just right to change your outfit.”
Rast suggested, looking at the bustling Black Lily Avenue, reminiscent of the Silver Tai Shopping Mall from his past life.
Kidnapping the Queen had been a plan he had prepared in advance long before he disguised himself as a maiden to infiltrate the palace, having previously surveyed the route with the Shadow Servant, the Vice Captain of the Guardian Team, for their first date.
The ladies’ clothing store was his top choice, a conclusion based on his experiences as a gigolo that most girls favored for a date.
The reason was simple—every woman loves beauty, and shopping is a universal hobby for all women.
This applies not only to girls who have just entered the realm of love; even BBAs who have lived for hundreds of years are no exception.
But Rast’s once reliable experiences as a gigolo faced a Waterloo this time.
He felt a pulling force from his hand holding Helen’s.
The blonde-haired queen was now fixated on a sign by the roadside, unable to move at all… turning a deaf ear to Rast’s suggestion of going to the clothing store.
Rast followed Helen’s gaze and saw an advertisement sign carved into wood—
A circus advertisement.
The wandering circus, known for touring various towns on the continent, was currently performing in the Royal City of Paradise.
From the temporary tents set up by the circus, a winding, long line behind them showed its popularity.
Psychological profiling activated.
In an instant, Rast understood the source of Her Majesty’s deep interest in the circus.
In “Chronicles of Silver Wings.”
The male protagonist Lyle and the female protagonist—the amnesiac Plague Witch’s first encounter occurred during a lion performance at a circus.
In that story, the protagonists also bought a parrot from the circus owner, one that was about to be abandoned because it couldn’t mimic human speech… this parrot was actually a cursed high elf, who later joined the protagonists.
And on the circus’s advertising board at this moment, there was explicitly a promotional line for a parrot.
Combining this with the evident excitement flickering in Helen’s violet eyes… what she was looking forward to was undoubtedly clear.
“So, Your Majesty, do you want to see if that parrot is a transformed high elf?”
“Then let’s head there first.”
Feeling the stubborn determination from the soft, delicate hand in his palm, Rast finally nodded and walked towards the direction of the circus.
At the same time, seeing the long lines forming for the circus, he silently gestured towards an empty direction.
It was time for the teammates to assist.
(End of Chapter)
