Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: A Little Bit of Rest
The air inside the white mansion was cool and tranquil, a stark contrast to the chaos and suffering they had endured just moments ago.

Richard exhaled as he carefully lifted Richmond’s barely conscious body, cradling his weight as he moved through the grand halls of Cresencia’s sanctuary.

Every step was soundless, the polished marble floors gleaming under the soft, ambient glow of floating orbs that provided light without flame.

Richmond stirred slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Where… are we?”

Richard didn’t answer right away.

His gaze flickered around the room, taking in the endless expanse of white walls, intricate golden patterns carved into the pillars, and the faint shimmer in the air that spoke of Cresencia’s magic at work.

This place wasn’t meant for outsiders. Even Richard shouldn’t have been able to enter, yet he had forced his way in. He wasn’t sure how long Cresencia would allow them to stay.

“Somewhere safe,” Richard finally said, voice even. “But it’s better for you to know less.”

Richmond blinked sluggishly, his eyelids drooping as exhaustion claimed him. He was still weak, his body barely holding together after the battle.

The fight against the demons, the necrotic energy eating away at him, the reckless jump into Cresencia, it had all taken a toll. His breathing evened out as sleep pulled him under.

Richard sighed, adjusting his grip before stepping into one of the mansion’s many rooms. It was spacious yet simple, with a bed draped in silver and white linens.

He laid Richmond down carefully, ensuring his brother was comfortable before stepping back.

For the first time since Ahcehera had vanished into that portal, Richard allowed himself a moment of stillness.

But that moment was fleeting.

His heart still ached, a nagging sense of emptiness pressing at the edge of his awareness. He couldn’t feel Ahcehera.

Not the way he normally did. The bond they shared had always been strong, an unbreakable thread connecting them across any distance. But now… it was muted.

As if something was severing her from reality itself.

Richard clenched his fists. He had to trust that she was strong enough to endure whatever trial she was facing.

He had seen Ahcehera fight through impossible odds before. He knew she wasn’t someone who would simply give in.

Still, it didn’t stop him from worrying.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly before stepping out of the room, letting Richmond rest.

The halls of the mansion stretched before him in their quiet, pristine beauty. He had no idea how long they would be here, nor what Ahcehera was going through.

But whatever it was, he knew it was something beyond his understanding.

Meanwhile, deep within the Abyssal Trench, Ahcehera floated in an endless expanse of light and memories.

She had long since lost her sense of time.

At first, she had fought. She had screamed, clawed, and tried to resist the overwhelming tide of energy washing over her.

But it was useless. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

And then the memories came.

Visions of lifetimes long forgotten. Faces she had never seen before yet somehow recognized.

A goddess clad in celestial robes, her golden eyes filled with sorrow as she stood upon the ruins of a broken world.

A warrior drenched in blood, standing alone against an army of darkness. A queen ruling over a kingdom that no longer existed.

Lifetime after lifetime, death after death.

And through it all, one name kept repeating.

Destiny’s Daughter.

It wasn’t just a title. It was who she had always been. Who she had always become.

Ahcehera saw it now, clearer than ever. She wasn’t just one person.

She was the culmination of every life she had lived before, every soul that had carried this burden before her. And with each rebirth, she had been tested.

This was another test. The weight of it settled over her, suffocating yet familiar. She was meant to remember. To understand.

Her body ached, her soul stretched thin under the pressure of the memories flooding her mind. But she didn’t fight it anymore. Instead, she let go.

She embraced who she was. The moment she accepted it, something within her shifted.

A warmth bloomed in her chest, light bursting from her very core, pushing back the darkness.

The endless void around her trembled. For the first time, she could feel something beyond pain. Strength. Power. Clarity.

The abyss that had swallowed her whole now seemed smaller, no longer an inescapable prison but merely a space she had been forced to endure.

Ahcehera exhaled, her body glowing as she rose from the depths. She was no longer drowning. She was rising. Back in Cresencia, Richard’s heart suddenly clenched.

A pulse of energy rippled through him, subtle, yet unmistakable. It was brief, almost fleeting, but he recognized it instantly.

Ahcehera.

She was out there. Alive. And she was waking up. For the first time since she had disappeared, Richard allowed himself to hope.

Richard stood still for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as the faint pulse of Ahcehera’s energy faded.

It was brief, so fleeting that if he hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed it. But he knew what he felt. She was out there. Alive.

His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

His heart, which had been drowning in uncertainty since her disappearance, now hammered with renewed determination. Whatever she was facing, she was pushing through it.

Richard closed his eyes, trying to reach for her through their bond. But there was still too much interference.

The space between them wasn’t just physical, it was something else entirely. Still, he whispered her name. “Ahcehera…”

Silence.

Then, a faint whisper echoed back, not in words, but in warmth. Like a distant ember rekindling after being smothered. It wasn’t enough, but it was something.

Behind him, Richmond shifted in his sleep, groaning as he unconsciously sensed the energy around them.

Richard turned, watching as his brother’s expression twisted in discomfort. He was still recovering, his body fragile from the dark energy that had nearly consumed him.

Richard sighed and stepped away from the doorway, his gaze drifting to the grand expanse of Cresencia outside the mansion.

The white trees, the floating islands, the endless sky stretching above, it all felt so peaceful. Too peaceful, considering everything happening outside this sanctuary.

But he knew this peace wouldn’t last.

He had to be ready.

Because if Ahcehera was waking up, then so was something else. And whatever it was, it was going to change everything.