Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Cresencia

Richard looked around, searching for any clues as to where he might be.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been drawn into Cresencia, Ahcehera’s secret space, a pocket dimension that defied the natural laws of the universe.

Richard didn’t know that the vast, magical land he stood in was created and controlled by her will.

He didn’t know that the mansion perched atop the mountain was a place of sanctuary for her, a fortress of secrets and memories.

But as he stared at the shimmering landscape, one thing became clear, this was no ordinary world. And he was far from home.

Richard pulled his optical brain from his wrist and activated it, but the device gave no response. Am I in a galaxy far from Andromeda?

Its usual glow was absent, and the display remained dark. He frowned, tapping it again, trying to reboot its system. How can my optical brain stop working?

“Useless,” he muttered, frustration seeping into his tone. The air around him was too still, too quiet.

It was as if time itself had been suspended. He tried again, this time speaking the command aloud, but the optical brain continued to defy him.

Whatever this place was, its energy seemed to interfere with technology, leaving him disconnected and isolated.

With a resigned sigh, Richard slipped the device back onto his wrist. “Looks like I’m doing this the hard way,” he said under his breath.

He resumed his trek, the mountain looming larger as he approached its base.

Along the way, he encountered a strange array of animals, deer with shimmering coats that reflected the sunlight like glass, small fox-like creatures with fiery tails, and birds with feathers as vibrant as gemstones.

Despite their otherworldly appearances, none of the creatures approached him.

They kept their distance, their luminous eyes watching him cautiously from the shadows of the trees or the edges of the streams. It was as if they could sense he didn’t belong there.

“Figures,” he muttered. “Even the animals don’t trust me.”

The mountain trail was steep but well-defined, winding upward through patches of dense greenery and open rock faces.

Richard ascended slowly, his eyes fixed on the white mansion at the peak. Is it possible to rest there for a night?

The building seemed to call to him, its pristine exterior glowing faintly against the backdrop of the blue sky.

Sweat trickled down his brow as he climbed, but he pressed on, driven by the hope that someone, anyone, might be inside.

Whoever created this place had to live somewhere, and the mansion was the only sign of civilization he’d seen so far.

Hours passed before he finally reached the top. The mansion loomed before him, its architecture elegant and regal.

The white walls were smooth and unblemished, adorned with golden accents that shimmered in the sunlight.

Towering columns flanked the grand entrance, and wide, arched windows lined the exterior, offering glimpses of the lavish interior.

Richard approached the front door, his boots crunching softly against the polished stone pathway.

He raised a hand to knock, hesitating for a moment as unease crept over him. What if no one’s here? Steeling himself, he rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door.

The sound echoed in the silence, but there was no response. He knocked again, louder this time, but the result was the same. Is the owner away?

With a sigh, Richard tried the door handle. It turned easily, and the door swung open with a soft creak, revealing the mansion’s interior. The inside was just as grand as the exterior.

The floors were made of polished marble, and the walls were adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries that seemed to tell stories of an ancient world.

A grand staircase curved upward to the second floor, its banisters gleaming in the light that poured in through the windows.

But despite its beauty, the mansion was eerily quiet. There were no signs of life, no footsteps, no voices, not even the hum of machinery.

“Hello?” Richard called, his voice echoing through the vast halls. Silence answered him. He wandered deeper into the mansion, his boots clicking against the marble floors.

Each room he passed was empty, filled only with ornate furniture and decorative pieces that seemed untouched by time.

The loneliness of the place was unsettling. It was as if the mansion had been abandoned long ago, yet everything was perfectly preserved, as if frozen in time.

Richard stopped in the center of a large, sunlit room, his hands on his hips as he scanned the area. “What is this place?” he muttered, his voice filled with frustration.

He was no closer to understanding where he was or how he had gotten here. But one thing was certain, whoever created this mansion had left no breadcrumbs for him to follow.

And for the first time in years, Richard felt truly lost. Richard’s exploration led him to a secluded hallway tucked away at the back of the mansion.

The air here was different, heavier, and charged with a subtle energy that made the hair on his arms stand on end.

The walls were lined with strange engravings, glowing faintly as he passed. At the end of the hallway, he found a door, smaller and simpler than the others in the mansion.

It didn’t appear locked, yet it exuded an aura of secrecy. Pushing it open, Richard stepped into a dimly lit chamber. I feel like a thief.

The room was circular, with no windows, and at its center floated a sword suspended in midair. That sword… it looks familiar.

The blade gleamed with an otherworldly light, its edge sharp enough to cut the air around it. The hilt was adorned with intricate carvings of ancient runes, pulsating faintly as if alive.

Richard approached cautiously, his instincts warning him to stay back, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Light energy…

Something about the sword called to him, a strange, irresistible pull that resonated deep within his soul.

He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the hilt. When he finally grasped it, a surge of energy coursed through him, both exhilarating and overwhelming.

Before he could process the sensation, he felt a shift in the atmosphere. A familiar presence stirred behind him, and he froze. Slowly, he turned, his grip still firm on the sword.

Ahcehera stood in the doorway, her silver hair glowing softly in the faint light of the runes.

Her purple eyes were wide with shock, her lips slightly parted as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Ahcehera…” Richard’s voice was barely above a whisper, his mind racing to comprehend her sudden appearance. The princess is here?