《The Saintess has Ran Away》 Chapter 1: In the snow and the fire A gentle breeze blew from the Charles Plains, ruffling the trees and the river that flowed beneath the towering walls of Alorn. Leaves and petals, carried by the wind, fell into the river, creating tiny ripples. Atop the walls, the imperial flag fluttered high¡ªthe black and gold banner, bearing the glory of the Lanstier monarchs for thousands of years, had its own solemn and awe-inspiring aura, a symbol of power that commanded respect and admiration. Below the walls, a long line of laden carriages was parked at the city gate. The lead merchant looked up and, using a properly ingratiating tone, addressed the guards. ¡°Sir, we are honest merchants. You know, the south is in utter chaos. Mittal¡¯s northern border is closed, and Nymph Fu is strictly controlled. We heard that Duke D¨¹rer and the Alorn governor welcome merchants from all over, so we thought we¡¯d try our luck in the north¡­¡± Accompanying his words was a rough hand, and a purse in that hand. The guard silently accepted the purse and, after a moment of subtle consideration, showed a satisfied expression. He looked at the more than ten merchants gathered at the city gate and their representative, who had been speaking with him: ¡°Of course, the Duke and his territory always welcome honest and trustworthy merchants. I trust that these good people here are honest, trustworthy, and respectable individuals. But a proper inspection is still necessary.¡± A few guards who seemed to know each other and worked well together approached the laden carriages. Their gazes swept across the anxious merchants, occasionally lifting the cloth covering the goods¡­ But from the relaxed and lazy expressions of the guards, it was clear that this inspection was just a show for their superiors. The guards, with satisfied expressions, watched everything and chatted with the merchants. ¡°What¡¯s the situation like in the south? I heard it¡¯s quite chaotic.¡± The merchant, relieved, watched the carriages undergoing inspection. Hearing the guard¡¯s words, he turned back, giving a slightly nervous smile. ¡°It¡¯s all just hearsay from adventurers. I¡¯ve never been south of Nymph Fu. I think the others in the caravan haven¡¯t been either. After all, only those who are desperate for money would dare to cross Nymph Fu and go south¡­¡± The guard looked at the long line of carriages at the city gate, roughly estimating that there were probably more than a hundred of them. Even with their perfunctory inspection, it would take some time to finish. Until then, he had plenty of time to get some gossip from the merchant. ¡°I¡¯d like to hear that. Tell me everything.¡± The merchant wiped away a cold sweat and regretted not having spent some time at the tavern before setting out, listening to the adventurers¡¯ tall tales. Now, he had to rack his brains and search his memories for any snippets of information he might have heard. After a few seconds, he managed to pull a few fragments of memory from the edges of his mind. Perhaps it was some crazy talk he¡¯d heard from a deserter at the Adventurer¡¯s Guild along the way, or perhaps it was something a terrified peasant had said, but he managed to answer the guard¡¯s question. ¡°Uh¡­ I heard that the people of Mittal created a strange kind of carriage. It doesn¡¯t need horses or beasts to pull it, and it doesn¡¯t go on the roads. It runs on tracks made of iron. They call it a ¡®Magic Train¡¯¡­¡± A gentle breeze swept across the sturdy walls of Alorn, blessed by earth magic, moving further north, passing the huge city and the towering Mage Tower within, passing the lush forests and the Rhine River, which flowed through ten provinces of the Empire, and passing the mountains that bordered the Alorn valley¡­ After crossing an invisible boundary, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply. The gentle breeze turned into a biting cold wind. A thin fog filled the air, and delicate snowflakes drifted down, accumulating several centimeters of snow on the trees and ground. Selene¡¯s sharp, cold, red ears trembled slightly. She put down the wooden materials she was carrying, using them as a makeshift seat. She breathed into her numb, cold hands, her lightly-clad body huddled into a ball. Her gaze was somewhat hazy as she looked at the silvery white expanse before her. The biting wind howled past the girl¡¯s ears, swirling a few branches scattered on the snow. The girl, huddled in a ball, suddenly jumped up and reached out, trying to catch the branches that were being blown away by the wind. Of course, she only managed to grab a few snowflakes swirling in the air, and her attempt to warm her hands failed miserably. Realizing that this wasn¡¯t very effective, Selene decisively retracted her hand. Having faced the strong wind that had just been born a few minutes ago and deprived her of the rights of her parents and eighteen generations of ancestors, she ended her uncomfortable rest, carefully picking up the wooden materials she had just put down, and started again. The brief interlude didn¡¯t use up much of her physical strength or body heat. After a brisk walk of several minutes, Selene reached her destination¡ªthe starting point of this journey. It was a carriage that had overturned in the snowdrift. The driver and the horses were long gone. Only the carriage remained, covered in snow, barely visible from the side of the road. The carriage, made from a combination of wood and iron, once boasted beautiful carvings and patterns, but now much of it was damaged. On the side of the carriage¡ªsince it had overturned on its side, that would be the right side¡ªwere shocking dents and scorch marks. It wasn¡¯t hard to imagine that this luxurious carriage had been involved in a violent collision, and that it had also been subjected to high temperatures due to some unknown cause. After all that, the carriage overturned on the side of the road, and the heavy snowfall covered all traces.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. A few days ago, Selene had woken up in the carriage, disoriented. Fragments of images from her plane crash remained in her head. The screams and alarms overwhelmed by the violent explosions, the shaking cabin, and the constantly inverting scenery outside the window, no oxygen tanks, no oxygen masks, the flight attendant thrown against her violently, the blinding flash as the plane disintegrated. When she opened her eyes again, she was in this snowy expanse, her hands and feet still chained to the side of the carriage, lying face down on the ground in a strange position. After getting over the initial shock, she managed to break free from the not-very-strong chains. Then, she pondered for a short while about the possibility that she had survived the plane crash. From the current situation, her childlike body and the chains, she came to a conclusion¡ªshe had transmigrated. But it was like something was missing from her memories. She had none of the original owner¡¯s memories. In her mind, besides the fragments of her original life, there was only one name¡ªSelene. After temporarily accepting this unknown name, she began to examine her surroundings, quickly deducing what had happened to the carriage. As for what happened next, like where the driver and horses went, whether this was an accident or an act of revenge, whether the collision and high temperatures were caused by explosives or magic, and whether she was a prisoner or a hostage¡­ Selene didn¡¯t spend any extra effort considering these questions. She had to deal with a more pressing, practical question¡ª How to survive? You are a girl who looks to be no more than ten years old. You¡¯re wearing only a thin nightgown. You¡¯re weak from hunger and thirst. You¡¯re in a snowy wasteland. Your only resources are a damaged carriage. Your goal is to survive this snowy wasteland and return to human society¡­ In a game, this would be a hellish difficulty that you¡¯d only unlock after 180 playthroughs. Only video bloggers and those whose brains were completely fried would even attempt it. Selene went to the side of the carriage, put down the wood she had gathered next to the extinguished fire, stacked it up, and checked the ventilation holes around it one by one. She took down some dry pieces of wood and replaced them with some slightly damp wood she found. These movements were fluid and practiced. For the past four days, she¡¯d been repeating these steps three or four times every day. On the first day, she had even been injured while building the fire. Fortunately, the wounds weren¡¯t deep, and there were no signs of infection. A simple, but functional fire pit was completed, but to make it burn, she needed a source of fire. Where could she find one? Selene took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Coming to this strange new world wasn¡¯t completely awful. Even in those few days of hunger and cold, there was one thing that gave her hope¡ªthis world had ¡°magic,¡± or whatever else you wanted to call it, but it was something that could help her survive. After a brief meditation, her consciousness entered a strange space. The discomfort of the cold wind and low temperatures gradually receded, replaced by an encompassing darkness. It was a space reminiscent of the deep blackness of the universe, but there were some vague lights that prevented it from falling into complete darkness. Selene¡¯s thoughts didn¡¯t linger too long on this rare comfort. She quickly found her target¡ªa bright red point of light floating in the black void. Selene reached out her hand, and the point of light automatically drifted towards her. She grasped it, and a long-lost warmth spread from her hands to her entire body. This was the result of hundreds of meditations she¡¯d done in these few days. This point of light was probably a ¡°fire element.¡± After returning to the real world, she could throw it into the wood and start a real fire. The strange thing was, she hadn¡¯t encountered any other, different types of elements. She wasn¡¯t sure if her guess was right. And her rather wild method of spellcasting wasn¡¯t without risk. Selene looked towards a certain point in the space. It was the limit of her eyesight. A few seconds later, a completely blurry red light appeared there. As time passed, her eyes could make out more and more details. The true nature of the red light was revealed to Selene. It was a sea of fire formed from billions of ¡°fire elements,¡± a chaotic sea of flames formed from countless points of light. Countless flames swirled and expanded in this space. In this process, new points of light joined, making the sea of fire even larger and more chaotic. Even from a distance, the intense heat quickly filled Selene¡¯s body. She narrowed her eyes. A feeling, akin to joy, seemed to emanate from the sea of fire, but the human brain seemed incapable of understanding the ¡°emotions¡± of those points of light. These emotions quickly turned into meaningless noise. Selene felt the warmth in her hands, and watched as this surging sea of fire rushed towards her. Her vision was filled with crimson in the blink of an eye. Just before the crimson sea reached her, her figure vanished. The surging sea of fire suddenly stopped. It seemed as if the liquid flames stretched out a tentacle, tentatively probing the space where Selene had just been. Getting nothing, the sea of fire slowly receded, like melting slime, gradually dissolving. In this process, the points of light dissipated, vanishing into the darkness, as if dissolving into the void. A few minutes later, the space was silent once again. In the real world, Selene had emerged from the carriage. She was shivering, clutching her arms, muttering to herself. ¡°Does the heat from there not transmit to the real world? Then how can I take the ¡®fire element¡¯ out? But in the end, can this be considered ¡®spellcasting¡¯? Or, looking at this sea of fire, am I actually a¡­ trafficker¡­ of elements?¡± Muttering, the girl threw the crimson point of light into the fire. A warm fire rose in the snow. Chapter 2: What is this? If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Chapter 3: Shinten A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Chapter 4: The Rain ¡°Master, how many more days do we have to go?¡± The small boy pulled his feet out of the snowdrift, his face clouded with worry, and asked the old man who was walking ahead of him. ¡°Richter, this is all part of the training.¡± The old man, who was called Master, looked very relaxed. He used a strange gait, practically walking on top of the snow. His steps left only tiny tracks. In comparison, the boy called Richter didn¡¯t have it so easy. Every step he took left him sinking deep into the snow. Lacking experience in walking on snow, he wasted a lot of unnecessary energy with each step. After walking in the snow for a long time, sweat had stained his clothes. ¡°Then why can¡¯t we use magic? There¡¯s no rule that says you can¡¯t use magic during training!¡± Richter said to his master, his tone despondent. The master only replied, ¡°This is the Forest of Divine Punishment.¡± Richter fell silent. Legend has it that in the past, a decaying and depraved old church caused a disaster in the Divine Construct. Many countries in the Divine Construct joined forces to punish the old church. But the decaying old church, though it had lost the blessings of the Lord of Glory, had received terrifying bloody power from a Evil god. The war that followed lasted for seven years before reaching a stalemate. When the allied forces were at a loss, divine punishment struck. One day, the entire Divine Construct was engulfed in crimson flames. The burning flames illuminated the night like day. Ordinary people prayed in fear. Every country was in chaos. To find the truth, the Mittal''s Astrological Society gathered more than ten superhuman mages. They used the immense magical power of the Mittal capital to perform astrology, but the attempt to divine the gods¡¯ intentions backfired. All the mages were severely injured and lost their ability to use magic. After the Imperial Guard rescued them, they obtained a vague divination from them. ¡°The holy flames will cleanse the darkness.¡± While everyone was puzzled by the results, the flames engulfing the Divine Construct continued to spread. That night, the flames reached their peak. An unsettling rumble came from the sky. Amidst everyone¡¯s deep anxiety, a blinding light appeared in the sky, accompanied by a deafening sound and a tremor that shook the Divine Construct. Only the next day did people understand what had happened¡ªa meteor from the sky had destroyed the old church¡¯s holy seat and its main knights. The allied forces then wiped out the remnants of the church. Those who survived the disaster called the day the meteor fell the beginning of the Fifth Era. From that day, the Divine Construct entered a new era. That was a story from more than 1400 years ago, a familiar myth for everyone in the Divine Construct. And they were now in the place where the meteor initially fell, the Forest of Divine Punishment, which had been restored after a thousand years. ¡°That¡¯s true, Master. You¡¯ve lived since the Fourth Era. You must have some trauma related to the Lord of Glory¡¯s punishment.¡± Richter whispered. ¡°But the priests from the Divine Glory Church never said that you couldn¡¯t use magic in the Forest of Divine Punishment. I¡¯ve heard many stories about adventurers who fought and killed powerful magical beasts in the forest. None of them gave up on using magic¡­¡± The master turned around, whacked Richter on the head, and said angrily, ¡°Your master is a peak superhuman mage. I¡¯m not that afraid.¡± Richter hesitated to speak. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s because the magical environment here is very unstable,¡± the master interrupted him before he could speak. ¡°After the Divine Punishment, the magical environment of the entire Divine Construct changed. The area where the meteor landed was affected the most. The Divine Glory Church¡¯s holy seat recovered quickly, but other uninhabited areas haven¡¯t been cleared. The magical currents are not stable. ¡°The Forest of Divine Punishment is one of those places. The weather here is strange all year round. There will also be random explosions and spatial collapses. The only things that can survive here are powerful magical beasts, and those wooden figures said to be the sinners of the old church. ¡°If you use magic here, you¡¯re very likely to disrupt the already unstable magical flow of the Forest of Divine Punishment. Then there might be an explosion, or celestial fire might fall. I could teleport away, but you would be stuck here.¡± The master patted Richter¡¯s head. ¡°So, did you read through the history of magic I gave you?¡± ¡°I¡­ skimmed through it¡­¡± Richter protected his head, whispering cautiously. The master shook his head helplessly, saying nothing more. He knew that the training he¡¯d assigned to Richter was difficult, but it was to help the boy adapt to the changing times. He didn¡¯t want his students to end up like those from the Mittal Special Forest Magic Society, impoverished and degenerate because they couldn¡¯t adapt to the new magical technology, resorting to alcohol to numb themselves.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Empress Mittal and the new order she created wouldn¡¯t wait for anyone. The two fell silent again. A few minutes later, Richter called out, ¡°Master, look! There¡¯s a spectral wolf! How did it freeze here?¡± The master stopped and looked carefully before saying, ¡°It¡¯s been dead for about six days. It might have been injured in a fight with its pack and came here to recover. But the weather in the Forest of Divine Punishment changes rapidly. It was warm a few days ago, but it suddenly got very cold six days ago¡­ It was probably unlucky and ran into some extremely cold water element. This is the Forest of Divine Punishment. Anything can happen.¡± Richter said, ¡°Ah.¡± The two continued walking. A short while later, Richter called out again, ¡°A suit of armor!¡± ¡°Maybe some crazy adventurer wandered in. The armor is clean. There are no insignias.¡± ¡°A wooden boat hanging in a tree!¡± ¡°This is the Forest of Divine Punishment.¡± ¡°There are fruits on this tree¡­ Whoa! The fruit has a human face!¡± ¡°This is the Forest of Divine Punishment.¡± ... Richter continued to call out, and the master just casually responded, completely focused on moving through the snow. He sighed inwardly. Ah¡­ why did I fly over here¡­? He recalled their flight a few days ago. He and Richter had been flying, then suddenly encountered a flock of rare wyverns. He¡¯d swerved to study the biology of dragons and wyverns. Unfortunately, the wyverns hadn¡¯t been very cooperative. He¡¯d ended up fighting them, unintentionally flying past their destination, and hadn¡¯t even won the fight. According to their original plan, they should have been in Alorn right now, waiting for a carriage to Lanstier¡¯s Holy City, the headquarters of the Divine Miracle Church¡­ ¡°Master¡­¡± Richter¡¯s voice sounded again. The master unconsciously replied, ¡°This is¡­¡± But before he could finish his sentence, a loud boom interrupted him¡ªa powerful torrent of flame suddenly appeared before him. The intense flames consumed everything in their path¡ªrocks, mud, trees¡ªturning them to ash, then reforming them into glittering crystals. But the flames were relentless, equally destroying anything in their path, the crystals and mud no different. They were transformed into pure magical energy in less than a second, joining the flames. The two watched the scene before them, mouths agape. The flames started from the east, sweeping across the entire Forest of Divine Punishment. After completely melting the old Rhine Riverbed, it cut through the towering mountains surrounding the Alorn Valley, leaving behind terrifyingly large holes and molten rock and minerals. But the flames didn¡¯t stop there. They kept moving, finally reaching the sky of the Divine Construct and evaporating large swathes of clouds, leaving visible marks in the dark blue sky. A drop of rain fell on the master¡¯s face. Then came the downpour, instantly drenching the two of them and pulling them out of their shock. The master first turned to check on Richter, then examined himself. After confirming that they were still alive and hadn¡¯t returned to the embrace of the fourteen deities, he finally had the mental space to observe his surroundings. The Forest of Divine Punishment was still the Forest of Divine Punishment, except for a new crack that was almost three hundred meters wide, two hundred meters deep, and of an immeasurable length. But the flames weren¡¯t just a large hole in the ground. The immense heat evaporated the snow and clouds, changing the weather from a blizzard to a downpour¡­ Most importantly, as one of the Divine Construct¡¯s most knowledgeable mages, he could tell that this torrent of flame was some kind of ¡°spellcasting,¡± and this level of magic could affect the mana flow of the entire region! The experienced master instantly cast several hundred layers of protective magic and high-level fire protection spells over himself and Richter. He then threw down several rare and precious books, summoning several colossal stone golems that lumbered out of the scrolls, forming a thick, heavy stone barrier around the two. Several sturdy treants rooted themselves in the mud, spreading their branches to fill the gaps between the stones. Their roots formed a thick, eggshell-like defense underground. ¡ªThough he claimed he wasn¡¯t afraid, it was clear that this most powerful mage in the Divine Construct cherished his and his student¡¯s lives. But the anticipated spatial collapse and explosion didn¡¯t happen. The master, frowning, dispelled the space-consuming protective spells. He then cast twenty layers of all-purpose protection spells over them, then himself went to stand behind the summoned creatures. There were still no unusual occurrences, but his brow didn¡¯t relax. With more than 1400 years of experience, he knew that in this strange place, the absence of anything unusual was the biggest anomaly. After careful consideration, he looked toward the origin point of the flames and drew a complex symbol in the air. The golems and treants dissolved with a rumbling sound, returning to their original state, revealing Richter. He pointed to the lump on his head caused by a falling stone. He blinked at his master. ¡°Master, is this also because this is the Forest of Divine Punishment?¡± The master, whose brow had furrowed faster than incense smoke, let out a sigh and added another lump to Richter¡¯s head. ¡°Don¡¯t be ridiculous. Let¡¯s go look over there.¡± Richter touched the lumps on his head and sighed. The master cast a complex summoning spell on the summoned creatures. As magical power flowed from his body, the golems and treants abruptly rose from the ground. The several-meter-tall creatures lifted the master and Richter, placing them on their shoulders. Under the master¡¯s control, they headed east, the pale white shield constantly surrounding the two, protecting them from the rain. The master, sitting atop the golem, didn¡¯t rest, using the highest-level astrology he could cast at this time. Pale purple starlight flickered in his eyes. These swirling lights would be enough to kill a novice astrologer, but they were nothing to the master. He quickly got his results. It was still vague and unsettling, just as before. He turned to look at Richter, who was still clutching at his head as if he was afraid the knowledge he had just crammed into his head would turn into mush. ¡°Starlight rising in the rain¡­¡± He murmured the answer given by the astrology. But¡­ why was Richter¡¯s image appearing in the starlight? Chapter 5: Regressor Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Chapter 6: The Church of True Light? This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. Chapter 7: On the Trade Route Dusk had fallen. The strange sun had disappeared behind the mountains. Selene and her companions had reached the northern trade route of the Alorn Valley. It was a path carved into the mountains. Although the ground was relatively flat, the road was bordered by rugged cliffs, with strangely shaped rocks embedded in them, as if they might fall at any moment. This road, connecting Alorn, the Holy City, and the four provinces in northwestern Lanstier, was clearly well-maintained. Even at dusk, there were still many caravans traveling along it. But the road, carved into the mountains, was incredibly wide. Caravans traveled along it, and some magical beasts lurked within, those lucky enough to escape the army¡¯s purges. They would attack the caravans as they passed, and then the adventurers escorting the caravans would step forward, protecting their clients¡¯ property amidst a flurry of swords and magic¡­ Didn¡¯t it look cool? As a person from another world, Selene thought this was really cool, perfectly matching her fantasy of another world. As she was watching this scene, which she¡¯d seen many times in various works of fiction, estimating how much she could help, Richter carefully jumped off the golem. ¡°Hmm¡­?¡± Feeling Richter approach, Selene turned slightly. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°Master has left,¡± Richter said, slightly awkwardly. ¡°He said he wanted to check the road¡­ for safety reasons.¡± Selene smiled. Her long-term weakness made her look pale, but her delicate features had a certain allure. ¡°There¡¯s no need to tell me where Mr. Delight has gone. I¡¯m just a passenger.¡± But Richter¡¯s reply didn¡¯t come. Selene turned, puzzled, and saw that his face was slightly flushed. This made her a little worried. ¡°Are you alright¡­ Is the night wind too strong? Have you caught a cold?¡± Richter immediately snapped back to reality, dodging Selene¡¯s hand, which was reaching for his forehead. He quickly cast an Iron Will spell on himself. ¡°I¡¯m fine¡­ well, I have a slight cold,¡± Richter¡¯s explanation trailed off. He dejectedly sat down on the treant¡¯s head. ¡°Really, don¡¯t worry. And just call me Richter.¡± ¡°Ah, okay,¡± Selene nodded, muttering to herself. His face is red. He says he¡¯s fine¡­ Maybe it¡¯s some special mage training method from this world? She¡¯d been exposed to the wind for a while, and she was still fine. She changed the subject. ¡°So, regarding my identity, Mr. Delight still doesn¡¯t have any clues?¡± Richter, who had been casting Iron Will and Cold Thought on himself, looked up. He met Selene¡¯s gaze and thought for a moment, then said apologetically, ¡°Sorry, my master and I don¡¯t recognize the name ¡®Shinten.¡¯¡­ The knight didn¡¯t give much information.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯m not really concerned about my identity,¡± Selene shook her head, sincerely sighing, ¡°I¡¯m very satisfied with my current life.¡± Compared to struggling to survive in the snowy wilderness, this journey was incredibly comfortable. The strange and beautiful scenery of the Divine Construct was slowly unfolding before her. She had trustworthy companions by her side. She was enjoying herself. Besides that, Selene suddenly remembered something¡ªshe still didn¡¯t know what she looked like. After all, in the previous few days, she had been focused on mere survival. And the thick fog in the snowy wilderness hadn¡¯t provided many opportunities for her to look in a mirror. Thinking about such things wasn¡¯t appropriate. So she had unconsciously ignored this question, until now. This was important! She immediately stood up and walked over to Richter. His eyes widened in surprise, even a little frightened. The girl¡¯s warm breath made him instinctively close his eyes, then open them again, meeting Selene¡¯s gaze. ¡°So¡­ Richter, what do I look like?¡± Selene asked seriously. Richter, also a little dazed, replied, ¡°Uh¡­ You¡¯re very beautiful?¡± ¡°Why is that a question?¡± Selene looked at him dubiously, moving closer. ¡°Tell the truth. I don¡¯t mind.¡±Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. But you look like you care a lot! Richter wanted to yell at her, but he was too nervous¡ªthis unusual nervousness had a reason, and it was very simple. Chapter 8: Elemental Assimilation Syndrome Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Chapter 9: Chaotic Times If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. 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