Fate of Mirithia [LitRPG, Isekai]

The two princes weren't dressed in the fancy clothes she had seen them in back at court. They were dressed for battle. Manazhar was wearing chainmail armor with some plates here and there. It was quite reminiscent of what he wore when they went hunting in the Rawaki jungle.

While his younger brother wore white armor, it didn't seem too heavy, but at the same time, it seemed sturdy enough to take on anything. Given his handsome features, the man looked like he had been plucked out of a storybook—a literal white knight.

Behind them stood three men in dark clothing, and they looked far from soldiers or warriors. Meera couldn't help but feel she had seen others like them before, and she paused mid-step as she realized where she had seen others dressed like this.

They were Reapers.

She quickly used Identify.

[Reaper – Level 414]

[Reaper – Level 459]

[Reaper – Level 496]

They were stronger than the ones that Meera had fought. Much stronger. It was almost as if the ones the God King had sent were nothing but initiates, but then she had lowered her level to mid-two hundreds. So, maybe they had sent assassins around her level. If only they had known her true level, they would've sent the monsters, or not even them.

"Your Highnesses." Meera bowed her head as she entered the room.

They stood up immediately.

Manazhar returned the bow. "Reverent Lady, it is so good to see you again."

Garal simply smiled. "Meera, it feels like it's been an eternity since we last met."

His older brother elbowed him gently. "Brother, even though we're far away from court, we shouldn't forget our manners."

Rehia sighed as she shook her head. "The fact that we're away from court and quite literally on a battlefield, I think we can indulge in some vices, no?"

"Not with these three breathing down our necks." Garal motioned to the Reapers.

"Your Highness, we are charged with your safety, and that is what we will do until our dying breaths," replied one of the Reapers.

"Sure, it is, and what about sneaking off in the night to report every single thing we do to father dearest?" Garal asked.

To their credit, the Reapers looked unabashed, as if it were the truth and they didn't care about hiding it at all.

The one in the middle spoke. He stood slightly taller than the rest. "It is one of our prerogatives as you are the future of the realm, and so His Divine Majesty must always know of your whereabouts."

"Oh, he'll be pleased once he learns of where we are, wouldn't he, brother?" Garal winked at Manazhar.

"Wait, he didn't send you?" Meera asked.

"We sent ourselves," the younger prince replied. "I just happened to be with these dark and brooding gentlemen," he flourished a hand to the Reapers. "When they must've heard your call. At once, all three looked to the south. When I asked what had happened, they explained that someone had called for aid via a Varnai box. That's the little contraption, dear Munral gave to you. At first, they were a little cagey about it, but I can be very persuasive."

He slung an arm over one of the Reapers while grinning widely. But the Reaper kept his face completely neutral and business-like.

Manazhar picked up where he left off. "Once we knew that the call had come from the south, we knew that there was only one person in the south who could have one of these boxes. After that, there was no debate. We left at once."

"Aww, my big brothers are coming to my aid," Rehia said, sweetly. "It's so lovely, I almost want to puke."

Meera could feel that this was a blow to her pride and a massive one at that. This would sting Rehia for a long time, but if it kept alive, then it was a good lesson that she couldn't do everything by herself. It was okay to ask for help once in a while.

"Hardly an hour has passed since we called for aid," Meera said, before this devolved into a fight amongst the siblings.

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Garal shrugged. "What can we say, we work that fast."

"And you should see who else they've brought along," Rehia motioned to the window.

Meera moved to the window, and her jaw dropped. One after another, a soldier stepped out of the Gateway Mirror. Already, they had been crowding the town square, and more poured out of it every second. One soldier, who could only be a commander, was arguing with Kithra, who was barking orders to set up camp outside the village because all the huts were taken, but the commander was having none of it. And a very angry Drurith was practically running towards the hut.

"Uh, Princess, if I were you, I would prepare for a headache, because I can assure you one is stomping her way to your door," Meera said.

"Huh?" Rehia frowned. "What do you—"

The door slammed open, and someone who could be none other than Drurith lumbered into the hut.

"Where is she?" barked Drurith.

Meera smiled as Rehia deflated and looked to her brothers. "I will never forgive you for this."

"For what?" Her brothers asked simultaneously.

Meera bowed. "Okay, I'll be back shortly. Just have the lady's room."

Sticking to her plan of not letting anyone know that she was gone. She slid out of the room and immediately activated Shroud of Shadows and turned invisible. She was standing in the shadows, and as long as she stuck to the shadows, she was invisible.

She made sure she stuck to the shadows until she reached a window and carefully opened it, making as little sound as possible. Rehia was still bickering with Drurith about the soldiers demanding that some huts be cleared, and the sorceresses were having none of it.

Meera felt a little bad for the princess, but it wasn't Meera who had told her to ally with a bunch of selfish crones. She jumped out the window and took to the air. Since the whole point was for no one to know that she was going to be missing in action for a little while, she couldn't use the Gateway Mirror, which was the most crowded place in the tiny village.

She could always use the next Gateway Mirror to reach the capital.

She stepped out of the Gateway Mirror when the light of the sun was peaking over the horizon. She had changed her armor into a long shirt and loose pants, which were the typical attire of most local women. She had also changed her tag to Maid, as she didn't want anyone to know that she was back in the capital.

The guards, seated at the table to verify the new arrivals, were dozing off, and she saw no need to wake them up. So, she walked off as quietly as she could. She badly wished to fly, but didn't want to cause any suspicion, in case any Reapers were watching, which they most likely were.

It took her a little while, but then she finally arrived at her destination—the University of Saranya.

After all, the one person in this entire empire who knew the answer to her question lived here. The only problem was how she could enter the university without revealing her identity or using her skills. In the end, she figured, she couldn't.

But that didn't mean she couldn't try.

She walked along the edge of the wall until she was far enough away from the guards. When she was safe in the shadow of the opposite building, she activated Shroud of Shadows and turned invisible. Using Mirror Bolt, she rose into the air and went over the wall and into the university. She levitated to the ground slowly and turned off her invisibility. Then she changed her simple clothes to a slightly more rich-looking outfit, hoping she hadn't gone too far.

Like any university back home, some people were out and about, even in these early hours of the morning. Still, Meera kept her head down and headed inside. Good thing, she had been in here enough times to know where she needed to go.

After a few turns and avoiding some university guards, she arrived at the office of the smartest man in all the worlds. As she expected, she saw light coming from under the door.

Of course, he's working this late at night.

She gave a light knock.

"Who is it?" came an annoyed voice.

"It's one of your students, professor," Meera replied in an even tone. She didn't want to raise her voice and bring any undue attention.

"Office hours after mid-day meal," replied the professor.

"What I want to talk to you about cannot wait until the mid-day meal."

There was a sound of something falling, followed by a loud bang and a sharp yelp.

"Professor?" Meera called. "Professor, are you okay?"

She didn't hear a single response. No groaning or moaning. Nothing.

"Shit!" Meera exclaimed.

She activated Druvis Might and jammed her shoulder against the door. The door swung open with ease. The room was a mess and in chaos—an entire bookshelf had toppled over. Books and scrolls littered the room. Surprisingly, the professor was fine, with not a scratch on him. He was sitting on his haunches, squinting down at a scroll.

"Professor…"

"Give me a minute, lass," Hiral said, without even looking back, as if he had forgotten that he had just told her to come back after mid-day meal.

Meera sighed and shut the door as best as she could, but the latch was broken, so a gap remained open in the door. Then she moved to face the professor.

"You youngsters are so hasty. I said I'll be—" His eyes widened as he finally realized who it was. "My dear…I thought you were gone adventuring with my niece. What are you doing back here?"

Neice? Meera frowned, but then realization dawned. Rehia was his niece, as the queen was his sister. Talk about a small world.

"I was," Meera said. "I mean, I still am, which is why I'm here on a secret mission."

"Secret mission? Tell me everything that has happened."

"Quite a bit, actually." She looked at the mess around them. "Are you sure you have the time?"

"For the Arbiter of the Great Prophecy, I have all the time in the world."

Meera shrugged. Rehia had more than enough support. Her brothers had brought a literal army to support their little sister. Elrasil would be a fool to attack her now. So, since she had time, she relayed all the events that had happened in the south, and it was a lot. She did her best to keep it short and sweet, avoiding many details, but the professor dragged them out of her anyway, with his incessant questions.

"I see…" He rubbed a hand through his beard. "Manazhar and Garal came to her aid, which is good…very good. But I can't help but wonder, what do you need from me?"

"Do you know how a regular dragon evolves into an archdragon?"