Eileen hurried back to Princess Lillian’s side.
On the way, Atiste contacted her.
He asked:
[How do you plan to tell Lillian the truth?]
Eileen replied, “Stupid Master, of course I can’t tell her the truth. How else would I get those Dwarves to help us of their own free will?”
[I mean, I want to see a more interesting development.]
Eileen stopped in her tracks.
She had a premonition that her Master was about to pull another one of his outlandish stunts.
She felt she should confirm his intentions.
“Master? You wouldn’t happen to be thinking…”
[Exactly. I want you to tell Lillian the fact that Rolshka is dead and has been possessed by a Dwarf Berserker. Let’s see what she chooses!]
Eileen pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
“Master, are you sure about this?”
[Why wouldn’t I be?]
“This might directly lead to us being unable to return to our original timeline.”
[It doesn’t matter. I’ll find a way.]
“Since Master has put it that way, I have no choice but to carry out the order.”
[Go on, Eileen. You’re a good girl, and you’re my most obedient child.]
“Master is so devious,” Eileen said, puffing out her cheeks in a pout.
“If something happens to me, Master, you absolutely have to save me!”
[Naturally. Who do you think your Master is?]
Eileen felt a surge of sweetness in her heart.
She loved how her Master seemed a bit foolish at times but was always reliable when it counted.
She quickened her pace and reached Lillian’s side.
By now, Lillian had earned the trust of the Dwarf blacksmiths.
In a remarkably short amount of time, they had already produced the prototypes for six sets of armor and six sets of weapons.
Thor Village had transformed from its usual silent, oppressive state into a boisterous hub of activity.
Naturally, such a commotion could not escape the notice of Dorechiut’s lackeys.
They ran back to report the news, but they were unable to contact their master.
Lillian noticed Eileen’s arrival.
She motioned to Grishka, signaling for him to take charge of the situation for a moment.
Grishka asked, “Lady Lillian, where are you going?”
Lillian answered bluntly, “To meet a very powerful maid. You can’t see her, but she always brings me useful information.”
Grishka showed Lillian his respect.
“I didn’t realize you could commune with spirits. Please, go ahead. I’ll handle things here.”
Seeing how much the Dwarves respected Lillian, Eileen couldn’t help but ask, “How did you get them to listen to you?”
Lillian replied, “It’s not exactly that they’re listening to me. It’s just that our interests are aligned and we share the same enemy. I just happened to have some good ideas.”
Eileen said, “Well, I’m about to throw some cold water on your excitement.”
Lillian immediately turned serious, bracing herself.
“Go ahead. I’ll find a way to deal with it.”
“Rolshka is dead. A Dwarf Berserker took over his body. I can no longer sense his soul!”
“To think such a thing happened…”
“You don’t seem very surprised?”
“After all, he never intended to survive in the first place. I suspect he must have made some kind of pact with the Berserker. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“You’re unexpectedly sharp, aren’t you?”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“I saw it with my own eyes. Rolshka stabbed the black Dwarf Berserker to death and muttered the words, ‘I am reborn,'” Eileen said, sharing her theory.
“Is it possible that Rolshka was murdered rather than choosing death willingly?”
Lillian said, “It doesn’t matter. At least, it doesn’t matter for what we need to do next.”
She added, “For now, we just have to find a way to make the Dwarves believe that Rolshka isn’t dead, only missing. If we’re going to reveal the truth, it has to wait until after we successfully subjugate Dorechiut.”
Eileen remained silent, but she was admiring the girl inwardly.
‘This girl really isn’t simple.’
She began to understand why her Master had taken an interest in her.
At this moment, Eileen certainly felt a twinge of jealousy toward Lillian, but she wouldn’t show it.
The priority was to complete the mission and return to the world 500 years in the future.
Otherwise, Eileen truly would disappear.
Lillian said, “Eileen, you have a little over 4 hours left. We must liberate the Dwarf Berserkers immediately and lead them to strike down Dorechiut!”
Eileen reminded her, “The red-haired Dwarf Berserker in the first cell—he seemed very rational, and he definitely sensed my presence.”
Lillian pondered for a moment before offering her analysis.
“Maybe they are like us and come from a different time and space?”
Eileen said, “I can’t think of any other possibility for now.”
“In any case, we need to leave at least 2 hours to deal with Dorechiut. There’s no time to lose. We’re going to the Dwarf Berserker settlement right now.”
Lillian returned to the crowd and found Village Chief Grishka.
She said to him, “Chief, can you help me find the fastest driver? I must hurry to find Rolshka. He should be at the place where the Berserkers are being held.”
Grishka asked, “Do you mean the Wasteland Prison? Did Rolshka really go there?”
Lillian nodded.
“Yes. The Ghost Lady told me.”
The Village Chief hesitated slightly, but he eventually spoke.
“That place is very dangerous. Those six Dwarf Berserkers are not normal people. I’m worried for your safety.”
Lillian smiled.
“The Chief worries too much. I won’t die.”
Grishka stared at Lillian, wondering if he had misheard her.
Lillian maintained her smile and said, “I really won’t die.”
Grishka’s mind momentarily went blank.
‘Could she truly be a goddess descended from the heavens? Is she really immortal?’
Seeing her so full of confidence, Grishka weighed whether or not to believe her.
He certainly didn’t want Lillian to die.
Her appearance had successfully united the oppressed villagers.
If she, their rebel leader, were to die, the strength they had finally gathered would shatter instantly…
Lillian urged, “Chief, please help me find the fastest driver! My time is very limited!”
Though he didn’t understand why Lillian was in such a rush, he called Prushka over.
“Chief, what’s the matter? I was right in the middle of helping with the armor!”
“Lady Lillian is planning to bring back your son. Since you’re the fastest driver in our village, she hopes you can take her to the Wasteland Prison.”
Prushka agreed without a moment’s hesitation.
“Fine! No problem! As long as I can get my son back, I’d go through fire and water!”
Lillian said, “Then there’s no time to waste. Find the fastest horses…”
Prushka raised a hand, signaling Lillian not to worry.
He said, “In the Snowfield, horses aren’t that fast. The dogs are the fastest!”
Prushka went back into his house and opened the door.
With a single whistle, six Snow Dogs came sprinting out, dragging a small girl who was holding their leashes.
Prushka pointed to the young Dwarf girl and introduced her to Lillian.
“This is Kirshka, my youngest daughter. She’s 8 years old, and she’s your driver. She’s the fastest driver in Thor Village.”
How old?
Eight?
Lillian and Eileen looked at the little Dwarf girl, who barely reached her father’s waist, and they were both struck dumb with shock.
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