Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Reunion
Ahcehera stepped into Cresencia, the familiar energy of her personal space wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.

The moment her feet touched the ground, the air shifted, vibrating with a resonance only she could fully comprehend.

It was as if the dimension itself recognized her strengthened presence.

Everything within Cresencia, the towering crystalline trees, the rivers of silver, the floating isles, responded to her arrival, shimmering with renewed life.

She took a slow breath, steadying herself after the grueling trials she had endured.

Though her body was still aching from the soul-wrenching awakening she had undergone in the Abyssal Trench, she pushed past the exhaustion.

Right now, something else called to her, someone.

Richard.

A deep pull in her chest confirmed it. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew he was here.

At that exact moment, Richard, standing within the grand white mansion that Ahcehera had long ago built within Cresencia, lifted his head sharply.

His entire body tensed as an unfamiliar yet intimately known presence brushed against his consciousness.

A warmth, one he had thought lost, spread through him like fire through ice. His eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing in certainty.

“Ahcehera,” he whispered.

Without hesitation, he strode out of the mansion, his wounds and exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

The night sky of Cresencia was vast and endless, filled with glowing celestial bodies that hung low, illuminating the mystical land in hues of gold and violet.

He followed his instincts, his connection to her guiding his every step. Then, just beyond the silver-lined trees, he saw her.

Ahcehera stood in the clearing, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her form bathed in the soft glow of the realm’s energy.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to slow. Neither of them spoke.

Ahcehera felt her heart clench as she saw the state Richard was in, his arm wrapped in makeshift bandages, and exhaustion was written all over his face.

She took a shaky breath, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

She had gone through so much, had fought battles beyond comprehension, and had awakened powers she never knew existed.

But here, now, standing before Richard, none of it mattered as much as the simple truth, he was here. He had waited for her.

Richard took a step forward, his face unreadable, but Ahcehera saw the flicker of emotions in his eyes, relief, disbelief, and something deeper, something unspoken yet powerful.

Then, before she could say anything, Richard closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

Ahcehera gasped softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace engulf her. He was solid, real.

The scent of battle and lingering blood still clung to him, but underneath it was the familiar essence of Richard, strong, steady, unwavering.

“You’re here,” Richard murmured against her hair, his grip tightening as if afraid she would vanish again. “You’re really here.”

Ahcehera felt something break within her, and she clutched his uniform tightly, burying her face against his chest.

The steady beat of his heart against her ear grounded her and reassured her. For a long moment, they simply held each other.

Then, Richard pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on her arms, his gaze searching hers. “Are you hurt?”

Ahcehera shook her head, her lips parting as if to respond, but then she hesitated. How could she even begin to explain everything she had gone through?

The trials, the memories, the truth of who she was? But Richard, ever perceptive, seemed to understand.

“I knew you would return,” he said softly. “I just didn’t know how long I would have to wait.”

Ahcehera’s throat tightened. “I…”

Richard placed a hand over hers, silencing her gently. “You don’t have to explain now. Just… stay.”

Ahcehera nodded, her fingers curling over his. “I’m here.”

A heavy silence fell between them, filled only by the hum of Cresencia’s energy surrounding them.

Richard’s gaze then darkened slightly, and he asked, “What happened to you?”

Ahcehera inhaled deeply. “I awakened.”

Richard’s eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on her hand tightening. “Awakened?”

“I saw her,” Ahcehera whispered. “My mother.”

Richard stiffened, his expression unreadable.

“She told me everything,” she continued. “Who I was… what I am meant to do.”

Richard exhaled sharply. “And?”

Ahcehera looked up at him, her gaze steady. “I have to finish what she started.”

Silence.

Then, Richard nodded. “Then we will.”

Ahcehera blinked, surprised. “Richard…”

“You don’t have to ask me,” he interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. “I will always be by your side.”

Her heart clenched at his words. She had spent so long fighting alone, carrying the burden of destiny on her shoulders.

But now, as she looked into Richard’s unwavering gaze, she realized something. She was never truly alone. A small, rare smile curved her lips. “Then let’s face this together.”

Richard smirked slightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Always.”

Ahcehera squeezed his hand, feeling an unspoken promise settle between them. No matter what lay ahead, no matter what trials they would face, they would face them together.

The stars above shimmered brighter, as if blessing their reunion.

Ahcehera took a deep breath, the air in Cresencia feeling lighter, and purer, now that she was standing beside Richard.

Her heart, which had felt weighed down by the trials she endured, now seemed to beat in sync with the steady presence of the man before her.

She had fought battles, faced nightmares, and unlocked truths about herself that she had never imagined.

But at this moment, standing here in the sanctuary she created, all she wanted was to savor the peace of being with him.

Richard ran his fingers lightly over her wrist, his touch grounding her. “You were gone for too long,” he murmured, his eyes scanning her face as if memorizing every detail.

Ahcehera looked down, her lips pressing together. “I didn’t mean to disappear,” she whispered. “I was tested… in ways I can’t even begin to explain.”

Richard exhaled, then without another word, he pulled her into another embrace, holding her as if he feared she would vanish again.

Ahcehera leaned into him, closing her eyes, absorbing the warmth he gave. “I’m here now,” she reassured, gripping the back of his uniform. “And I’m not leaving.”

Richard let out a quiet chuckle, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Good,” he said. “Because I don’t plan to let you go again.”

The stars of Cresencia shimmered above them, their glow casting soft hues of gold and violet upon the land.

The world seemed still, as if acknowledging the unspoken promise between them. Ahcehera smiled faintly, knowing that whatever trials lay ahead, she wouldn’t have to face them alone.