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I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women Chapter 198

The Sword that Cuts the Past (15)

“Guards are stationed everywhere.”
“Oh no. I should have left before Empress Sister arrived.”
“Empress Sister…?”

 

After slipping out of the lodging and looking around, the scene was utter chaos.

Guards and even the Imperial Guard had swarmed the streets, filling them to the brim.

 

It seemed that the Empress Sister’s sudden disappearance had triggered an emergency.

 

From the looks of it, every passerby was being interrogated.

While the questioning itself wasn’t a problem, the time wasted being interrogated could lead to the rift being discovered.

 

With the guards searching every nook and cranny, it was only a matter of time before they found the rift.

 

I really should have departed before encountering the younger version of Empress Sister.

 

But then again, meeting her helped me adapt to the Spirit’s Eye, so I couldn’t entirely regret it.

 

‘To think the Empress Sister’s affection for children was influenced by me…’

 

I never even imagined it. I had always believed her love for children was simply part of the original game’s setting.

 

Who would have thought it was something influenced by my return to the past?

 

My head started to ache. Is this the inevitability of fate?

 

While contact with Empress Sister might have been unavoidable, I would have to be extra cautious from now on.

 

“Waiting for the guards to disperse could take forever.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“Let’s break through.”
“…”
“What do you think?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”

 

I was momentarily stunned by Sylvia’s absurd suggestion but quickly realized it was the only viable option and nodded.

 

There was no more time to waste. Considering Sylvia’s physical capabilities, a direct breakthrough was likely the fastest and most successful strategy.

 

“Let’s go.”
“Yes, my Lord!”

 

In an instant, Sylvia scooped me up and dashed forward.

 

“Hey! Stop that young woman carrying a grown man!”
“Stop immediately and submit to questioning!”

 

Shouts erupted from all directions as the guards gave chase, but Sylvia ignored them and darted into an alleyway.

 

The sound of their hurried footsteps and ragged breathing soon began to fade behind us, though the pursuit by the Imperial Guard was growing louder.

At this rate, they would catch up.

 

“Sylvia! Jump straight into the rift!”
“Understood!”

 

At the end of the alley, we reached a dead end where the rift was still intact.

It needed to be closed before it was discovered.

 

Following my command, Sylvia leaped directly into the rift without slowing down.

.

.

.

“Where did they go?”
“Did they climb over the wall?”
“They’re not here, Captain!”
“Nothing on this side either, sir!”

 

Clattering noises echoed as the Imperial Guards reached the dead-end alley.

 

Confused, they exchanged uneasy glances.

 

The pair, a grown man and a young woman carrying him, had been right in front of them, only to vanish without a trace after turning the corner.

 

“Did we imagine it…?”

 

Perhaps it was some kind of illusion magic.

 

It seemed the princess had orchestrated this as a distraction.

 

Clicking his tongue in frustration, the captain turned around.

 

“Find the princess immediately! Failure will mean certain death—”
“Captain! The Princess has already returned to the palace!”
“What…?”

 

Before we could find her, she returned on her own?

 

The princess had stormed out of the palace, wandered around the outskirts, and returned without us even catching sight of her?

 

Oh no. We’re doomed.

 

The captain and his subordinates turned pale with dread.

 

***

 

“We’ve arrived, my Lord.”
“…”
“My Lord?”

 

I remembered crossing the rift, but Aslan was nowhere to be seen.

 

Had we somehow gotten separated?

 

Sylvia’s breathing grew heavier as her anxiety mounted.

 

“Eek!?”

 

Feeling something move beneath her, she jumped up in shock.

That was when Aslan emerged from under her.

 

Who would have thought I’d been sitting on him the whole time…

 

She braced herself for complaints about her weight or how unnecessarily large her backside was.

Blushing furiously, Sylvia tightly shut her eyes.

 

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Huh? Uh, no?”
“Good. That’s a relief.”
“…”

 

After scanning Sylvia from head to toe to ensure she was unharmed, Aslan let out a sigh of relief.

 

A kind Lord indeed.

 

Even after a month, she still wasn’t used to this treatment.

 

“Hoo…”

 

Aslan reflected briefly on the sensation of being pressed down as he surveyed their surroundings.

It was unmistakably the Demon Realm.

 

Even those insensitive to mana would find it suffocating, with mana so dense it felt oppressive.

The barren, desolate land stretched endlessly, devoid of any vegetation and filled with ruins.

 

“This place… It’s not far from the fortress city.”
“Then let’s head there. If we’ve arrived correctly, a mana storm will strike soon.”
“Yes… It does seem like we’ve come to the right place…”

 

Sylvia’s lips trembled as she looked beyond the mountain.

 

From deep within the heart of the Demon Realm, ominous clouds were surging forward.

 

A mana storm.

 

But why did it seem even larger and more violent than the one from a month ago?

 

Was it just his imagination?

 

Perhaps time had eroded the memory, making the previous storm seem smaller in hindsight.

Aslan decided not to dwell on it.

 

For now, they simply started walking toward Ester.

Thankfully, Sylvia was adept at navigation—she could discern their location with just a glance at the terrain.

 

If Sylvia said Ester wasn’t far, then they should reach it soon.

 

“So, how long will it take on foot?”
“About half a day, I’d say.”
“…”

 

Aslan’s mind froze upon hearing her answer.

Half a day on foot was considered “close”?

 

Sylvia wasn’t joking; she seemed completely sincere, which made it all the more terrifying.

 

If half a day on foot for Sylvia meant half a day, then it would take Aslan an entire day, at least.

 

“Carry me, Sylvia!”
“What? Again? You should walk on your own now, my Lord. At this rate, you’ll develop bedsores.”
“Do you think my body can endure marching for half a day straight?”
“You’ll have to endure it. Use this as an opportunity to train.”
“If training could make me strong, everyone would be as strong as you. But I’m not built that way!”
“If you saved the energy you spend complaining, you could walk a hundred more steps—oh! My Lord! Hide behind that rock, quickly!”
“…?”

 

Without warning, Sylvia scooped Aslan onto her shoulder and dashed behind a large boulder.

What was going on?

 

Looking in the direction Sylvia had indicated, Aslan saw a wagon slowly approaching from the direction of the fortress city.

 

The wagon came to a halt not far from their hiding place.

Two drivers stepped off, lit cigarettes, and began to smoke.

 

“Do they have time to smoke with a mana storm coming?”
“It’s just a quick drop-off. Then we’ll turn right back. What’s the harm?”
“Fair enough. But why are we dropping off this weapon in the middle of a mana storm?”
“Shh. That thing doesn’t even know it’s a mana storm. It’s been abandoned. The hero training project was canceled, and they probably decided it was better to get rid of dangerous weapons that could cause problems than to keep feeding them.”
“Harsh. Poor thing.”

 

The drivers sighed as if lamenting the situation, speaking of the “weapon” as though it were a living being.

Aslan, puzzled, turned to glance at Sylvia.

 

There she was, trembling uncontrollably, her pupils contracted in visible distress.

 

“Sylvia?”
“Ah.”

 

The words “weapon” and “hero training project” struck her like lightning, triggering waves of déjà vu.

 

Could it be…?

No, surely not.

 

Just as Sylvia shook her head in denial, the wagon’s cargo compartment creaked open.

 

From a box sealed with a barrier, a shabby young girl crawled out.

 

“Wait a moment. Sylvia, I think we’ve come to the wrong time.”
“Ah…”
“Sylvia, focus. We’ve arrived in the wrong time. This isn’t a month ago—it’s much farther back.”
“Ahh…”
“Damn it.”

 

The girl emerging from the box looked exactly like Sylvia.

Long auburn hair and slender limbs.

The only difference was that this younger Sylvia’s eyes were lifeless and devoid of emotion.

 

This wasn’t the past from a month ago.

It was roughly seven years in the past.

 

Aslan realized the dire mistake and called out to Sylvia, but she was already in a trance-like state.

 

“We’re here, Weapon. Hold on. Let me check… Ah, Weapon #3.”
“Is this the operational site for my final mission?”
“That’s what they said. Good luck. And… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry…?”

 

With those bitter parting words, the drivers climbed back onto the wagon and departed.

 

The young Sylvia tilted her head slightly as if puzzled by their words, but quickly abandoned any hesitation and began walking directly toward the mana storm.

 

“Sylvia! Answer me! Quickly!”
“I… I remember now…”
“Remember what?”
“My final mission… I was sent to the Demon Realm on a critical mission. I don’t remember all the details, but I know I had to venture deep into the Demon Realm. At the time, I didn’t understand anything and simply moved forward to complete the mission. But then… someone interfered, and…”
“…?”

 

As Sylvia spoke, her lips trembled, and her gaze met Aslan’s.

 

“Don’t tell me…”
“…”

 

During her final mission, the younger Sylvia was intercepted by a man from Vermont and the swordsman he had hired.

 

After a brutal battle, she was subdued and forcibly branded with an engraving on her neck.

 

Only now did Sylvia and Aslan fully realize the identity of those mysterious individuals.

 

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I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

용사의 여자들을 납치했다, 저 빌런 아닙니다
Score 7.4
Status: Ongoing Type: , Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
I’ve possessed the mid-boss who tortures the protagonist and receives true education. Am I crazy? How dare I do such a thing to the person who is supposed to be the protagonist? I even planned to treat all the protagonist’s friends hospitably…   “Everyone, wait for me! I will definitely become stronger and come to save you!”   Oh. Running away.

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