Chapter 12: It’s full!

“Name?”

“Phyllis Alcia.”

“Age?”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen?”

The clerk behind the counter raised a brow, glancing at the tall figure shrouded in a black hooded cloak outside the window, puzzled.

“Still school age, right? Why the death wish to go to the Far North? It’s chaos there now, bandits, cults, very dangerous for a girl.”

The Far North Duchy: the continent’s northernmost tip, only human settlement in the frozen wastes.

Started as a small mining town, living off coal veins under permafrost.

Later unearthed some incredible ancient magic ruins, drawing mages and enthusiasts.

Gradually, under local nobles’ management, gained fame, even capital to declare itself a duchy.

These years, frequent cult unrest and bandit raids made it a place travelers avoided, even transit required second thoughts.

Yet this girl specifically bought a ticket there, dressed like this…

Plus recent cult activity traces outside the city; higher-ups ordered strict checks on all passengers.

Clerk frowned, suspicion clear.

But the girl’s reply came with a sob, sounding sincere:

“Sister… I finally got into magic academy, but suddenly got news Father is gravely ill, so I must rush back… boo hoo—”

“Don’t cry, don’t cry… sigh, child.”

Seeing her break into tears, drawing curious looks from the crowd, the clerk panicked:

“Truth is, due to the unrest, Far North carriages are down to one a month. Latest is half a month away; you can’t buy now.”

“Boo hoo— But I want home, my dad is dying…”

“But you can buy a ticket to the outer villages first; many carriages transfer there, maybe some pass the Far North.”

Seeing her cry like rain on pear blossoms, clerk softened, probing, yet saw her decisively slap three silver coins on the counter.

“Woo, sister, is this enough…”

“Mmhmm…” Swiftly pocketed the money, handed a small card, comforting: “Child, don’t worry, there’ll be a way.”

The girl took the ticket, looked, sniffled twice, thanked, then quickly turned and left.

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…

After handing the ticket to the driver uncle for inspection, Aaliyah boarded the carriage, choosing the last row by the window.

Though called a carriage, it wasn’t traditional horse-drawn. Magitech engine driven, more like a car from her original world.

Seeing no one around, she reached up, removed the heavy hood, revealing cascading silver hair.

“Phew—safe, safe.”

Examining the silver-white card in hand, Aaliyah let out a long breath.

Though no direct Far North ticket, leaving Starfall faster wasn’t too bad.

If not flee Phyllis immediately, after her ceremony antics, what treatment tonight—she dared not think…

Hypnosis, revenge, toy.jpg

Dared public hypnosis command—what wouldn’t she do?

Compared, Far North to solve body “evil god seed” bomb became secondary.

Yes, Aaliyah chose Far North as escape end not just for remoteness.

Because, per memory, cult core base, game’s final side map.

Last life, Phyllises there gave long-AFK revived evil god protagonist shock, giving her chance to relax and backstab.

As cult HQ, naturally had evil god seed intel.

Though hundreds loops, Aaliyah self-aware.

Even if evil god kicked by Phyllis harem each loop, still divine—beyond her touch.

Plan: infiltrate Far North town, get seed info, quick control or remove the worry.

Remove burden—she truly free!

Hehe, must survive.

With future hope, Aaliyah stretched, looked out window.

Far, Starfall Academy center, ivory tower piercing clouds, eternal magic fireworks dyeing sky dreamy pale purple.

Beautiful.

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Starfall Academy, tonight student apartments lit bright.

Phyllis lounged on sofa, one leg casually draped, fingertips holding a small file, absentmindedly manicuring nails.

File a few, stop, gaze past fingertips to layered pineapple juice on coffee table.

Eyes occasionally drifted to ticking wall clock, impatient.

What time already?

Even if drunk, digestion takes time.

Sigh.

No all-nighter.

Acne.

But damn Aaliyah not back?!

As empire’s public orthodox princess, busy fine, but till midnight—like Phyllis empty-room wife—

Upside down?

Plus just school start—what big thing keep her till midnight?

Probably… doing what she loves?

Worthy usurper thief’s daughter, always disgusting!

Inward rage, Phyllis closed eyes, urged body magic, tried locate Aaliyah via brand.

Suddenly found own magic extremely weak, even direction unclear.

Normally, either someone actively shielded hypnosis brand.

Or Aaliyah far away.

Former for newbie Aaliyah—daydream.

Then…

Bad thought rose, Phyllis pushed magic harder, seek more via brand.

Along link came… suggestive sounds—

“Hiss—filled up, so comfy… love it, want more~”

You Aaliyah!

Tumbling which rich lady’s bed?!