eurekapd Chapter 195 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 3
Chapter 195 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 3
We're back in this dilapidated castle.
The group of Elenas walked along the castle's long corridor.
Elena has been to many places, but this place remains a vivid memory for her.
Generally speaking, luxurious places are not dilapidated, and dilapidated places are not luxurious. Can you imagine a place that exudes luxury despite its dilapidation? This place has achieved that.
After all, it was once the residence of royalty, and its grandeur was evident everywhere. However, due to the princess's magic, the castle was now riddled with ruins.
"How did you come to this kingdom where any wish can be granted?" Elena asked curiously.
“You just walk through a door and you’re here,” the wise Elena said. “Isn’t that how you are?”
"Is it always like this?" Elena asked thoughtfully.
She used to think these Elenas were dream entities created by the dream's creator, but now she felt they weren't. They were so real, standing before you like living, breathing people.
Although nothing is impossible in dreams.
But Elena's probing words had already given her the answer she wanted.
Could they really not be people from a dream... but rather Elaina from another timeline? Could they communicate through a dream?
“I’m not…” a voice came from behind them.
Who is refuting this?
Elena looked toward the source of the sound and found that the Elena who was speaking was the battle-crazed Elena who was already tied up. She seemed to have been awake for a long time and had been pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.
Wow, you recovered so quickly after being hit by the harp.
"Then how did you get here?" Elena asked.
"Hmph, beg me, beg me and I'll show you mercy..." Then the war-crazed Elena saw the look in Qin's eyes, and she swallowed hard. "Ahem, I think we should help each other, we're both Elena."
Describing her as a war maniac is a bit one-sided.
Perhaps Qin is right; she does seem a bit different. Did she really follow her heart so quickly? What happened to her pride as a witch?
“I was persuaded to come here by a demon. She told me that there are many other Elainas from other timelines who can be my opponents,” said the battle-crazed Elaina. “She said that this would grant my wish.”
A demon?
Just as I guessed.
The opponent, Elena, who can communicate with so many timelines, is definitely a high-level demon whose danger level is no less than that of a druid. She has her own name and the evil she represents, and should not be underestimated.
Why am I so unlucky? The probability of encountering three high-level demons is no less than winning the lottery jackpot—no, the probability of winning the lottery jackpot two days in a row is not as outrageous as the above situation.
"No, your wish is to fight?" Elena said speechlessly.
“Of course, becoming the strongest witch in the world is my lifelong dream,” said the battle-crazed Elena. “Ahem, you’re tied up a bit too tightly, could you loosen my grip? I know I can’t beat him. Besides, I don’t even have a wand anymore.”
The original purpose of tying her up was to prevent her from attacking indiscriminately.
Before Elena and Jean arrived, this war-monger had already attacked Elena quite a few times.
Fortunately, she seemed to only want to defeat her opponents and prove herself, and she never actually committed any fatal acts.
But being beaten up by others for no reason is enough to make anyone feel bad for a long time, so Elena, who was present, had no good feelings towards this war-crazed Elena.
However, Elena still untied the war-monster Elena.
“Can you tell me more about your story? In exchange, I can tell you mine,” Elena asked.
She was very curious about what had happened to the war-monster Elena.
How did I become like her, so combative?
The battle-crazed Elena hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to suddenly remember something and agreed: "Okay, but I have no interest in your story. In exchange, your partner needs to tell me how to become as strong as him."
This is not actually an equivalent exchange.
At least that's how the war-crazed Elaina saw it. Exchanging her insignificant story for a way to become stronger seemed like a huge profit for her. Her intention was to make an exorbitant demand first and then let the other party haggle. She knew that this ordinary Elaina seemed very interested in travel stories.
"Okay," Qin agreed immediately.
Wow—you don't even try to bargain?
I originally just wanted you to be my mentor for one day... I'll see how much I can learn from you.
“Well then, I’ll tell you what you want to hear. Although my stories are rather dull, there are plenty to tell if I were to say them,” said War Maniac Elena.
"Don't you keep a diary? Let me see your diary."
"Huh? Writing a diary? What are you doing writing a diary like a girl? Will it make me stronger?"
If you're not a sister, aren't you a woman? Besides, why is writing a diary considered womanly?
Judging from this, it's clear that this war-crazed Miss Elena doesn't have any habit of keeping a diary.
“Tell me why you want to become stronger,” Elena asked.
“Hmm—you asked me a question that’s a bit difficult for me to answer. I think the answer is obvious, right? You’re probably not satisfied with that answer,” Berserker Elena replied. “Perhaps…maybe…it’s because if I’m strong, any sad things will stay far away from me.”
"Once I become the strongest in the world, there will be nothing I can't solve; no regrets will ever happen. You know, those kinds of regrets that are impossible to undo, regrets where everything you do is wrong. Ultimately, it's just that I'm not strong enough," replied the battle-crazed Elena.
It seems she has experienced something regrettable.
In fact, I have witnessed many such things during my travels.
"Have you been to Rostlov?" the war-monster Elena probed.
"The land of clocks?" Elena pointed to the iconic clock tower in the distance.
"Hmm. Do you know Estelle? That psychopathic killer?" Berserker Elena asked, arms crossed.
Wait a minute? A psychopathic killer? Estelle?
I don't remember that the psychopathic killer having that name. Isn't Estelle the Lavender Witch? The kingdom's exclusive magician, responsible for investigating psychopathic killers.
“Her childhood friend Serena was murdered, and ever since then, she has gone mad and become a serial killer,” said the Berserker Elena.
Um... it can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?
Elena strongly suspects that the timeline she traveled back to with Estelle is the same timeline in which this war-crazed Elena exists.
Elena whistled… It wasn’t her fault. She was just an observer… Well… if you really want to put it that way, she provided the magic that allowed Estelle to kill Serena, so she was an accomplice.
"Why do you look so nervous?" asked the battle-crazed Elena.
"Where is it?"
"Really? Never mind, it's not important. Anyway, that incident really affected me. I can't imagine what I would do if my parents or other friends were in that situation. So, I must become very, very strong," said Battle Maniac Elena.
"Wasn't there anyone to guide you in that place?" Elena suddenly asked. "Like, someone to do your fortune telling or something."
She vaguely remembered that she had been depressed for a while because of Estelle's situation.
It seems like someone used tarot cards to enlighten me and made me feel much better. I can't quite remember who it was... but events happen independently in each timeline, and I feel like this kind of small thing probably wouldn't happen to Elaina in other timelines, since the probability is too small.
really.
“No…” War Maniac Elena shook her head.
Elena suddenly felt a strong urge to know who had performed the divination for her. She had subconsciously forgotten about it, but now that she suddenly remembered it, it piqued her curiosity; she was driven by a sudden impulse to know the person's identity.
This must be obsessive-compulsive disorder.
“Do you know the Land of Destiny?” Elena asked. It was a specific term she had to rack her brains to recall. She must have heard it from the person who had divined for her.
"I've never heard of it."
Oh, I see.
"You mean Pompeii, the land of destiny?" the intellectual Elena suddenly interrupted.
you know?
Elena looked at herself with curiosity, seeing how knowledgeable she appeared.
“I investigated it out of curiosity. It was already a ruin a thousand years ago because of a nearby volcanic eruption.” The intellectual Elena gave an answer that completely surprised Elena.