A Writer's Transmigration into the world of fantasy-Chapter 110

Ten days later.

The long journey finally ended.

The carriage rolled past the border markers, crossed the final checkpoint, and entered another powerful kingdom near the Leon Empire: Lunaris Kingdom.

Despite the fact that Lunaris Kingdom isn't as big as the Leon Empire and is only an independent kingdom that is even smaller than the Elysia Empire in the south, it is still a major force, with strength evenly matching with Leon Empire too. For years, they had maintained a delicate balance, neither daring to provoke the other too openly.

And Lunaris Kingdom was also the territory closest to Lunar Academy, the very academy Malrick had once sought to tie to the Leon Empire's royal family.

But now…

After returning, Malrick's thoughts might have already changed.

When the carriage came to a stop, Zora and Kael stepped down.

The cold wind of Lunaris Kingdom brushed against their faces, carrying a sharper scent than Leon Empire's air, cleaner and more refreshing.

Zora stood still for a moment, breathing in deeply.

Her injury was gone.

Completely healed.

Her aura was steady, her meridians smooth, her body restored to full strength.

She clenched her fingers slightly, feeling power flow through her veins like a quiet flame.

Then she lifted her eyes toward the vast land ahead, her gaze bright and fearless.

Lunaris Kingdom was only the beginning.

And the Crimson Chasm… was waiting.

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After Kael handed the driver a generous pouch of gold, the man's eyes widened with disbelief, then quickly turned into gratitude. He bowed again and again, almost afraid the money might vanish if he blinked too hard.

Without delay, the driver climbed back onto the carriage and set off, the wheels rolling away until the figure disappeared into the dusty road toward the Leon Empire.

The world suddenly felt quieter.

Zora turned her head back for one last glance, then looked forward again.

Under the warm sunlight, Kael stood tall and straight, his figure wrapped in gold as if the heavens themselves had painted him into the day. The sunlight outlined his sharp brows, his clear profile, and that calm, unshakable aura that made people instinctively feel… safe.

"Zora," Kael said softly. "Let's go."

He strode toward her, and as he drew close, his shadow fell over her like a protective cloak. His dark eyes were bright as stars, carrying a smile that was gentle yet confident, like a spring breeze that never asked permission before slipping into one's heart.

Naturally, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he reached out and took her hand.

His palm was warm.

Not delicate like a scholar's, but firm and slightly rough, callused from holding weapons year after year. Yet it was precisely that thin layer of calluses that gave her an indescribable sense of reassurance.

A hand that had fought countless battles…

and still chose to hold hers carefully.

Side by side, they walked toward the city ahead.

"This is Star City," Kael explained, his voice calm and steady. "There are flying beasts here. Once we pass through, our speed will be much faster."

Zora lifted her eyes, smiling brightly. "Good."

Truthfully, ever since leaving the Leon Empire, she had felt as though she was walking into a different world.

A world where she didn't need to calculate every step alone.

In the past, she had always relied on herself, every injury treated by her own hands, every crisis solved by her own blade.

Now, she had someone beside her who quietly arranged everything, as if clearing thorns from the path before she even noticed they were there.

That kind of warmth…

was dangerous.

Because once you tasted it, you didn't want to go back.

Kael glanced at her, his voice softening. "We've been sitting in the carriage for many days. You must be tired. Let's eat lunch first, then walk around the city. We can rest tonight and leave tomorrow. What do you think?"

Zora did not hesitate. "I'll listen to you."

She understood his intention immediately. She had been lying down for days recovering. Her body might be healed, but her limbs had been idle for too long. Walking around was good for her circulation and her recovery.

And honestly…

She didn't want to lie down anymore.

Now that she could finally move freely, she wanted to breathe, to see, to feel the world again.

Before she could say anything else, two excited voices burst out like fireworks.

"Food! Food! Food!"

Black and White clapped their paws together, their little faces glowing with delight, as if their entire purpose in life had been reignited.

They didn't care about Star City.

They didn't care about flying beasts.

They didn't care about the Crimson Chasm.

They only cared about one thing.

Eating.

Zora glanced at them with a helpless look, and Kael's lips curved faintly, as if he had long since accepted that these two little fellows were hopelessly devoted to their stomachs.

As they entered the city, the atmosphere immediately changed.

Unlike the forests and wilderness roads they had traveled through, Star City was alive.

On both sides of the streets, merchants shouted loudly, bargaining voices overlapped, children laughed as they ran, and the clatter of hooves and wheels mixed with the hum of daily life.

The air itself seemed to carry warmth and noise.

Zora's mood lifted unconsciously.

Without choosing carefully, she and Kael entered a nearby restaurant.

The moment they stepped inside, the rich aroma of wine and cooked meat surged forward, thick and tempting, instantly awakening appetite. The sound of bowls clinking and people chatting filled the hall.

But just as quickly, the conversations around them quieted.

Many diners turned their heads, their eyes widening.

For a moment, it was as if the restaurant had been struck by silence.

Then whispers began to spread.

"God… are they people or immortals?"

"They look like they walked out of a painting."

"Just their aura alone… you can tell they aren't ordinary."

"Such a pair… they're a perfect match."

Zora remained calm, already accustomed to such attention.

But Kael's expression stayed indifferent, his hand never loosening from hers even for a breath.

He called over the waiter and requested a private elegant room upstairs.

Soon, the two of them walked up to the second floor, away from the noise of the hall below.

Black and White followed closely, already rubbing their paws together in anticipation.

The moment they entered the elegant room, Black practically leapt onto the chair, eyes shining as if he had entered a holy land.

"Finally! We can eat properly!"

White nodded furiously. "Yes yes yes!"

Zora's lips twitched.

These two… truly had no shame.

But Kael, instead of being annoyed, simply smiled faintly. By now, he had already thoroughly understood the temperament of these two contract beasts.

As long as there was food…

they could be bought.

Under the waiter's stunned gaze, Kael calmly ordered dish after dish, his voice steady, without the slightest hesitation.

The waiter's brush froze midway.

He stared at the list he had written, then stared at Kael again, as if wondering whether he had misheard something.

After a long pause, he finally couldn't hold it in.

"Guest… may I ask how many people are dining today?"

Kael's expression did not change. His voice was indifferent.

"Two."

The waiter's eyes widened.

"B-but… these dishes…" He swallowed hard, his voice turning cautious. "This amount… even five or six people couldn't finish it."

As soon as he spoke, Kael's gaze lifted slightly.

It was not anger.

Not even impatience.

It was simply a glance.

Yet the moment that gaze landed on him, the waiter felt as though a mountain had pressed down on his chest. His breathing turned heavy, his scalp went cold, and his knees nearly went soft.

His face turned pale instantly.

"I… I only meant…" the waiter stammered, his tongue tied into knots. "I was worried the honored guests might… waste…"

Zora immediately noticed his trembling.

She glanced at Kael, then let out a soft sigh in her heart.

He hadn't even released his aura.

But some people didn't need to.

Some people were like blades kept in their sheath, quiet and still, yet sharp enough that even standing near them made others instinctively retreat.

Zora spoke gently, her tone soothing.

"It's fine. Just bring it."

The waiter's eyes lit up as though he had been pardoned from execution. He bowed hurriedly.

"Yes! Yes! Right away!"

He turned and fled the elegant room as if running for his life.

Only after stepping out did he finally dare to breathe properly, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands.

He had seen noble guests before, but never someone like this.

That kind of presence… it was terrifying.

As if offending him meant not just losing his job, but losing his life.

The waiter's steps immediately quickened, almost sprinting down the stairs.

Inside the room, Zora watched the door close and couldn't help letting her lips curl into amusement.

She looked at Kael, her eyes bright and teasing.

"Kael… you scared him."