Chapter 139 --139
It didn’t sit right with her.
Even if one school was destroyed, knowledge didn’t die that easily. There would still be scraps—papers, stone carvings, fragments buried in soil or memory. At least someone should have remembered. Even her husband—if he had ever lived with someone literate, he would’ve picked up something. Words, letters, habits. Over the years, it would stick. She had seen it happen in her world, more than once.
Wives who had never held a pen in their lives... eventually writing letters to their children just by living beside a literate husband for years. Five or six years of shared life was enough to sow the seeds of reading and writing.
So then... why was there nothing left here?
That, more than anything, was what made Kaya’s chest tighten with unease. Something wasn’t adding up.
That day, Kaya completely shut the topic. She wasn’t a fool—and this certainly wasn’t her turf. This wasn’t a place she wanted to take the risk of offending someone... or something. She didn’t know how those people disappeared, and honestly, she didn’t want to find out the hard way. So instead of pushing her luck, she turned her back on the facts.
Because you can only investigate if you’re still alive.
And right now, her priority was survival.
She could look for answers later—after this harsh winter, after she had a roof over her head, after she stayed healthy.
The next day came. Then the following day. Then the one after that.
Kaya waited three full days until the Nikala beastmen were completely healed. Only then did they begin the journey to the place where she had last spoken with Vayu. It was a long and punishing trip—four straight days of travel. But thankfully, Kaya didn’t have to carry a thing. All their supplies were loaded onto the backs of the Nikala beastmen, which made it somewhat easier for her. All she had to do was walk.
And walk she did.