18 The Nightmare of her Death

Elvira felt weird, as her consciousness begins to sober, she heard noises, an angry crowd seems to be spouting profanities everywhere. She seems to be in an awkward kneeling position and she felt numb, she can't move her arms as if it was bound behind her.

She tried opening her eyes and a bright light blinded her, she lowered her gaze and tried to let her eyes adjust to the light, as her gaze cleared, she felt bewildered seeing her body, she is dressed in worn-out white clothing, but the strangest thing is the body is not of a child but a fully grown adult.

She felt pain all over her body, especially on her back as if she was whipped multiple times. She squinted and gritted her teeth to bear the pain. It seems that she is indeed bound.

She raised her gaze and she saw a crowd looking up at her but their gazes are very hostile, she can feel hatred in the people's gaze. She tried to stand up but a hand on her shoulder prevented her from doing so, and she tried to look at the person holding her down but he is standing behind her and she could not see him at all.

She tried to look for a familiar face amongst the crowd and she did, a familiar brown hair and golden eyes, without a hint of mischievousness, he looked very mature and cold but she knew, he is Livius Gereon Eardwulf.

He is standing on a platform opposite of her location, there were others too, including to what seems to her as the other members of the Royal Family.

She is confused as she tried to open her mouth and call out to Livius, but no voice came out, she looked at Livius, trying to ask for help but Livius just continued looking at her coldly, Elvira saw the same gaze filled with hate.

What is happening? Why are they looking at me like that? Why are you looking at me like that?

"Elvira Carmine Parall..." A voice suddenly called her name and she is startled, she tried to look for the source but the man behind her made it difficult for her, so she could only listen. "You have committed High Treason for masterminding and instigating the Ordshire Tragedy, killing thousands of people, you are found guilty of attempted to assassinate His Majesty King Gismund Endymion Adeodatus and had conspired against the crown and you are also guilty for the murder of His Highness Duke Eardwulf and Her Majesty Queen Florina Steinn, therefore you were sentenced to death by beheading. The appointed time of your execution has come!"

Elvira is stupefied, she... did all that? No... No... No... It can't be... She couldn't have... It's not her... It must be the original Elvira... This must be what happened to Elvira originally before she transmigrated. But.. why is she here?

Elvira shook her head in denial yet no words can come out of her mouth, tears started to form from her eyes, but she held it in, she will wake up and all of this is just a dream.

She is kidnapped and Livius... What happened to Livius? The Livius he knows, where is he?

Just as she wondered, her eyes caught sight of Livius walking towards her, he kneeled in front of her to make their faces level. Elvira continued to shake her head as if telling Livus, she did not do it, it is not her.

Livius' cold gaze seems to penetrate through her, then she spoke in an even voice, the coldness of his voice could permeate through her bones but he is slow in his manner of speaking, all his words seem to come from his very being.

"I trusted you... I believed you, till the very end... Because it's you, I never questioned you... My blind faith in you cost me, my father... My Kingdom... I blame myself... for putting my trust and belief in you... Elvira... I regret it... Saving you... I shouldn't have taken that knife for you, risking myself like that... then maybe all of this would not happen... I shouldn't have followed you, like a dog asking for your attention... I asked them not to have you burned, but beheaded instead, a swift and painless death... This is my last bit of favor to you."

After speaking, she stood up, stared at Elvira before his gaze turned to the man behind her. She is still looking at Livius when she is forced to lower her head. Before she could even react she heard a crisp swish of the wind as the sword adeptly slashed down.

Elvira woke up with a start, she hurriedly touched her neck and felt it was intact, she touched all over her body, she realized she is once again in a child's body.

She sighed with relief and tears rolled from her eyes. It's just a nightmare! A really bad one! This must be her punishment for taking her life as Li Ran, now that she is finally willing to live as Elvira, she dreamed of dying in the worst possible way.

Before she could fully digest both her dream and her reality, the door opened and Roza entered, when she saw her awake, she hurriedly went out of the door again.

When she returned, Erna is now with her together with the doctor, the same one she saw when she first woke up in this world. Behind them, a beautiful woman with long black hair and gentle onyx eyes came in and worriedly looked at her.

After the doctor has ascertained that I have no other problems aside from shock, he went out escorted by Erna, while Roza fed her some light porridge. After feeding her, Roza left, leaving the woman and her alone.

The woman sat beside her and gently patted her head. "You should rest more sweetie." And she helped her lie down to the bed.

She stared at the woman curiously but she still obediently lied down.

The woman saw that she is staring and she smiled gently, while lovingly caressed her hand. "I forgot, Junia said you lost your memories. I'm her youngest sister, Evadne, your little Aunt."

Elvira remembered that Junia has two sisters, and now she finally met one, Evadne, the youngest of the Avila sisters. Elvira heard from the maids that the Avila sisters are primarily known for their beauty and out of the three only one is married while Aureliana went out to see the world and has been traveling, Evadne, on the other hand, joined the Temple and became its Saintess because of her healing magic.

Apparently Healing magic is rare and is usually effective on those weaker magic users, the stronger the magic one possesses, the weaker the effect of the healing magic on them, this is because strong magic users develop self-healing attributes and can most of the time negate healing magic.

In this world, everyone possesses magic, but not everyone chooses to cultivate magic, sometimes they only cultivate some specializations, like sword magic, they might be powerful swordsmen but since its mostly focused on swords and not diverse magic, they either do not develop self-healing attribute or it is weaker, therefore, they would not have the power to negate healing magic, rendering healing priest or the Saintess very useful for them.

She felt Evadne's warm hands and can almost feel the warmth transfer to her hand and spread towards her whole body. She felt her eyelids grow heavy, but before sleep overtook her she remembered Livius. "Livius.... How... Is he?" She managed to ask as she fought her drowsiness, she can't sleep without knowing what happened to him.

"He is fine sweetie... Sleep first.. Don't worry too much, he is well taken care of at the Duke's Manor. You'll see him again soon. For now, you need to rest your mind and body. I am here, don't fight it and rest." Evadne's soft voice lulled her to sleep. No nightmares came, only Evadne's warmth filled her body and soul.