The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP-Chapter 85: Reflection

Everyone in the room apart from Wise fell, immediately the pressure disappeared, relief flooding not just their bodies but minds as well.

Wise stood on shaky legs, trying to regain himself. He was feeling a pounding headache and a hot pain that burned deep in his mind.

He remained standing for a few more seconds, heaving a sigh just as the last wave of pain disappeared.

Then he gritted his teeth and hurried over to Daphne and Aofie.

"Are you guys alright?"

Daphne nodded, taking a deep breath while Aofie continued staring at the floor, not meeting his gaze.

Wise held her shoulder and she stiffened in his grip, took a deep breath and smiled nervously.

"Just a bit shaken, hehe," she said, a nervous smile on her face. "I didn’t expect a dragon’s presence to be so... potent."

It was understandable that she would react like this. Only powerful warriors, or those with levels of exceptionally high mental resilience, could resist a dragon’s presence.

And even then, it would depend on the dragon.

Everyone in the room was sweating, their bodies still adapting to what had happened.

"Freya? Esme?" Wise called out, looking concerned for their well-being.

As people who had no experience as warriors, they would have been most affected.

Esme smiled and gave him a thumbs up, beads of sweat forming on her face. "I have a lot to write about now."

He was about to speak to Freya but what he saw was a blur of motion as the girl got up and ran toward him.

Before Wise knew what was happening—

"?!"

Freya dived at him, jumping into his arms and slamming him to the floor.

Freya locked her arms around his neck, nestling her face in his chest as she sobbed softly.

"I thought we might have lost you," she said, gripping him tightly.

Wise was taken aback at first, but that was for a brief second before he ran his hand through her silky purple hair in a soothing manner.

"I’m not going anywhere, Freya." Wise whispered as he slowly sat up, the princess still in his arms.

A certain emotion flashed through Daphne’s face but it vanished almost in that instant.

Then as though something had clicked in her mind, Daphne frowned slightly, her thumb moving up to her chin in visible concern.

"Do you remember what happened? Someone took over and said he was Theron. He also left you—"

"Before that." Wise said, interrupting her.

Esme had moved closer to them now so he did not have to raise his voice.

Wise scratched his head nervously, unsure of how to proceed from here.

"Although I had no control, I’m sorry for what happened..." he blurted all at once.

He almost never apologized; strangely, having to do so felt so embarrassing.

Silence...

The girls watched him with unreadable expressions, then for a brief second, a second so small that he might have missed it if he blinked—

Daphne smiled.

Just before they all began to laugh.

"Hehe, what are you apologizing for?" Aofie remarked. "It wasn’t your fault, was it?"

Wise felt like shrinking into his shirt.

Even Freya, who clung onto him like a child, was chuckling softly.

*

After the laughter settled, the mood from earlier returned. Although not as intense as before, there were things of utmost importance he had to consider.

That was because of what his predecessor had said.

"I remember everything that happened like it was my memories." Wise said, cutting her off.

"All the warnings he gave, I heard them all. I can even feel his emotions from that time."

Although he had appeared composed to some extent, even when the runes came into being, he had tried to act calm in front of the girls.

That was just the way Wise was, of course his past self would be the same.

But Wise knew that past the façade, past the smiles, past the equanimity...

Theron was afraid.

He feared death.

Wise slowly shook his head as he buried himself deeper into his thoughts, absorbing every single emotion.

No, he did not just fear death. He feared annihilation. Not just his death or the death of all dragons...

What he feared was a worldwide genocide of catastrophic proportions. And the man who stood at the pinnacle of his fear was none other than—

The Hero.

Wise gritted his teeth.

’Both versions of me... you have managed to piss on us every single time.’

He did not know why Theron feared the Hero, but his words remained permanently etched in his mind.

Find Akako.

Get to the Sky Mountains.

Run.

The Hero will come for us all...

There was just a tiny little problem with all the instructions he had given him.

They were impossible to do!

Find Akako? Who the hell was Akako in the first place? A dragon? An elf?

He had no idea who she was. How was he supposed to find someone he didn’t know?

And the Sky Mountains could very well be a myth to him. All he knew about the place were the dreams he had of when he was a child. How was he supposed to get there?

The last two were even worse. Run? Who the fuck is running? Let that fucker come! It would save him the time of having to find him.

Wise got up feeling rather enraged but he managed to calm himself.

He was not a fool. If his past self feared the Hero, then there was a chance he was on the level of thousand year old dragons, or even greater... frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The fire he was feeling was good; it gave him the drive he needed to eliminate the Hero, but he had to keep a clear mind.

First of all, he had to unlock his memories no matter the means.

That way he could connect both versions of himself into one, gaining all the knowledge he needed, and maybe even the face of the Hero.

They had to meet the princess today, their meeting was already scheduled for late at night. But first—

"We need to find a Shaman."

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