Living As the Villainess Queen

Eugene departed the royal castle before noon, issuing strict instructions: the stone gate remained shut until sunset. Anyone who hadn’t entered the capital by yesterday’s evening could use the rope ladder on the castle wall for entry, but outbound travel to the desert was prohibited that day.

The heavily guarded royal carriage, flanked by additional carriages transporting warriors, sped down the main road without attracting undue attention. Such processions were commonplace lately, as Eugene’s frequent outings for spell circle creation had become routine.

Upon arrival, the stone gate swung open for the royal carriage party, then slammed shut once they passed through. The station safeguarding the spell circle stood near the city walls, marking the desert’s border with the capital. This rectangular building, devoid of windows to prevent external interference during spell activation, boasted only a single door. Warriors diligently guarded the station around the clock.

The carriages halted near the station. Workers disembarked first to erect a tent. Once the makeshift shelter was complete, Eugene emerged from her carriage and entered the tent.

Noon approached. Eugene flipped open her spell notebook and inhaled deeply. Back when she escaped the Holy City, she hadn’t felt this nervous. Time stretched agonizingly, threatening to stand still. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel-fire.ɴet

Words appeared from her notebook. [We’re ready on this end.]

[Acknowledged.] Eugene kept her gaze glued to the page.

[Initiating teleportation spell.]

Eugene blinked, holding her breath until the next response.