The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 93: I Missed You Too, Sara

And, all at once, out of the blue, the entire hall began to sing.

A warm, rolling melody rose from every throat, like a tranquil waterfall. Or like the sound of rain.

And somewhere in the back a single flute joined in, so clear... and so evocative. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The lyrics flowed like a river:

Shishi-no-su has found a gem, one that beautifies the nation

We shall forever treasure the gem; we shall forever hold it in our hearts

The gem is the reason we laugh and smile, the gem is the reason we have no fear

We shall forever treasure the gem in our place of work, battlefield, and in our beds, O legend of the great nation, Shishi-no-su~

And they just kept on singing it—old folks, young folks, and the children—as Benjamin looked around smiling.

That was a song usually sung for warriors departing for battle and returning victorious—composed long ago by the cheerful Kuzunoha whenever King Leorin left and came home safe.

With several generations of her sudden, heartfelt singing, the kingdom had finally turned it into an anthem for their heroes.

Benjamin stood there, in the center of the glowing circle, listening with not only his ears, but his heart... his chest was tight.

He thought to himself: Shishi-no-su sure is warm... and pleasant.

But he had no idea that in just fourteen days, he had reconnected them. They had finally remembered that they were one whole nation once more.

Sakura watched Benjamin twist and turn his head like a broken golem, then she smiled through her sudden tears, giggling at his silliness one last time.

Then she raised both hands again, and light began to envelop him: a soft, pristine and warm light.

Benjamin faded slowly, his outline blurring, his colors bleeding into brightness... until... what was left was only his scent lingering in the air and mingling with the concluding, fading notes of the flute and the song.

It was now completely silent in the hall.

Benjamin Mark had now left Shishi-no-su.

Sakura felt her eyes sting, her lips trembled and crooked, her hands shook at her sides... and she bent her head low.

This was the reason she wanted Benjamin out of her head before... she couldn’t let him sense the magnitude of her sadness.

Seeing her sister on the verge of breaking, Lily stepped forward and hugged her tightly from behind.

The queen began to weep; openly and unattractive, with her face twisting in sorrow and sniffle, entirely forgetting that she was supposed to be regal for her people at that point.

Her shoulders shook with harsh, hiccupping with sobs, as her whimpers escaped between gasps.

Soon the fox sisters joined her, their tears streaming silently.

And surprisingly—or rather, not surprising at all—more of the crowd, the old warriors, the young children, the mothers, the fathers, they all broke down until the great temple echoed with low but broken sobs.

"Why are they crying?" the human woman in the red robe asked calmly, looking up at the towering bear-man seated beside her. "Was he in poor health? He’s not going to perish, is he?"

"No," the bear-man answered calmly, his voice deep and steady. "He’s not dead yet... But they all know: he might never come back here again. He was like this cheerful, clueless cub they all felt inclined to protect... And he managed to, in just fourteen days, make Shishi-no-su like this..."

The serpentine lady beside them whispered, as her slit tongue flicked out, "A man of such charisma and influence... Is he not dangerous?"

"Perhaps..." The raccoon young lady smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of one hand.

"Hm? Why are you crying as well, Hayase? Did you know him?" the human woman asked.

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Hayase laughed softly through her tears. "I just end up crying when people are also crying... But for a person to be able to influence a great kingdom like ours, I think he’s not that bad. It’s reminiscent of how our father, King Leorin, was... no?"

They all looked at her, as they exchanged glances. Then they shrugged.

The bear-man nodded once, "Indeed, our father, King Leorin, did have a gift for making friends and lovers everywhere he entered... He and that human, Renard."

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BENJAMIN’S POV

Ahhh, it absolutely feels like leaving the amusement park for the first time.

The warmth of Shishi-no-su still clung to my skin, and the song’s soft notes echoing somewhere deep in my chest like it would never quite leave.

But now everything was just light, pure and tingling on my skin, and wrapping around me like a blanket made of summer air.

I closed my eyes for a second, letting the sensation pull me through.

But... what the hell was that sad music back there?!

It’s not like I’m going to die; they should really stop raising flags like that.

As the warm and tingling light wrapped my body, I felt myself enter another atmosphere.

Much denser and... greener, thicker with the scent of moss and wildflowers and something very familiar—the sweet smell of honey left out in the rain.

And as the light began to dissipate...

"B... Benjamin!!"

Ah, the wonderful voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like decades...

A wide-eyed Sara, and the others, were standing far in the distance across the wide plain field.

We were not in the dense heart of the Whispering Wilds, but the open grassland dotted with wild grasses swaying in the breeze.

They must have seen the teleportation light flare up and immediately raced toward it. Were they really that desperate to see me?

Ohoho, I better not let it go to my head now.

Sara threw her spear aside without hesitation, and it clattered somewhere behind her as she broke into a dead sprint... So fast I suppose the ground seemed to blur beneath her feet.

Hey, hey, I missed you too, okay? Calm down.

Ahaha...

Well, I won’t lie; I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine, to know I was truly back.

...So I started running too, my legs eating up the distance in powerful strides, as the wind whipped past my ears.

We were seconds from colliding, our arms already reaching out—

THWIP!

The world snapped sideways, as everything around me twisted.

The plain vanished and the wind stopped howling in my ear.

"Ohhh? Look, look, Vaelora! It worked!" A bright and delighted, and completely familiar, childish voice rang out.

Huh?

Something was very wrong.

I fluttered my lashes, closing my eyes and opening it to see if my they were deceiving me... They were not.

There was no plain field anymore.

I couldn’t see Sara sprinting toward me, and I couldn’t see any Amazons at all.

Instead, I stood in a forest so vast the trees rose like living cathedrals; the trunks thicker than elephants, with the bark moss-covered and looking very ancient, and their branches interlocking far overhead to form a green canopy ceiling covering us.

Sunlight—uhm, was that even sunlight—filtered through in thin golden shafts, catching on floating motes of pollen and tiny glowing insects that drifted like slothful fireflies.

And around me fluttered a dozen little figures; cute kids who looked thirteen or fifteen at most, each with delicate insect wings shimmering on their backs.

Dragonfly, butterfly, beetle, moth, you name it! The colors flashing in the dappled light as they hovered and giggled, their wings humming like distant bells.

I turned slowly.

The girl who had spoken first floated closest: her big round violet eyes sparkling with pure mischief, with her silver hair tied in twin braids that swayed as she bounced in midair.

Her dress shimmered like woven starlight, as she clapped her hands together in glee, her outsized butterfly wings fluttering gently.

After really looking around for a while longer, I confirmed it.

I was no longer in the Whispering Wilds. And these trees felt so wrong.

The light felt... weird, and the air here tasted different too.

{Answer: The light Master see is not from the sun. And there is no oxygen in this area.}

How reassuring that I can breathe without oxygen.

"Uhm..." I began slowly with a careful voice, trying to keep the rising panic out of it. "Isn’t this kidnapping... Fairy Queen Titania?"

Ah, I’m getting that dreadful sense of déjà vu.

Sara was going to be so embarrassed. She’d probably thrown herself at empty air back there, expecting to crash into me, only to hug nothing.

She’d think it was some cruel prank and she’d be furious. Mortified, even. Maybe even cry.

And wait—

I’m kidnapped again?!