We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

Since her fourteenth year in the Dark Souls world, after that last stroll in the kingdom's garden that afternoon, she had never felt even the slightest bit of warmth from the human world again.

Because, after that day, Eleanor became immortal.

Its once fair and smooth skin quickly withered and rotted, turning into an ugly sight of skin covering bones.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his cheeks became thin and withered.

Overnight, Eleanor went from a princess admired by all to a walking, repulsive corpse.

It transformed much faster than other undead, leading the kingdom to believe it was a curse cast by an evil sorcerer, especially since the kingdom's knights had performed many miracles to eliminate evil forces.

But things don't always go as planned. As the representatives of the gods in the human world, the White Cult determined that this was the curse of the undead.

Although she is the king's only daughter and the future queen of the kingdom, in the eyes of the kingdom's people and her parents, she is still the same Mu Yang as before, but in the eyes of others, she is a monster to be avoided at all costs.

To keep her by his side, her father even went so far as to beg the White Cult for atonement, promising that he would personally take full responsibility for her forbidden existence as an 'immortal'.

But obviously, how could the White Sect possibly agree to such a blasphemous request?

For this reason, her father even went so far as to attempt to start a war.

But his kingdom was ultimately just a small country in a remote corner of the world.

Although the reputation of the Kingdom's knights spread throughout the world, in a world where true gods exist, to fight against the White Cult is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

Therefore, before the kingdom's knights were completely defeated, before the kingdom's land was burned by war, and before the kingdom's people were ruthlessly ravaged, Eleanor voluntarily chose to board the White Church's prison wagon.

She voluntarily went to the Undead Asylum in the north to accept that eternal, endless seal.

Until a certain immortal being, destined by fate, followed the serpent's instructions and chose to use himself as fuel to pass on the long-decayed First Flame; or perhaps, he chose to extinguish the remaining flame and become the true Dark King of this world.

Only in this way can Eleanor finally be freed from this eternal imprisonment.

She had considered escaping.

As a descendant of a kingdom whose name is sung throughout the world as knights, her martial arts skills, though far inferior to those of real knights, are still far superior to those of ordinary soldiers.

As an immortal, she has no need to worry about being violated in any way because of her appearance.

After all, it has already turned into a withered living corpse, so who could still feel even the slightest impure desire for it?

Even if such a uniquely tasteful and extremely twisted pervert truly exists, to be able to meet him in this vast world can only be described as Eleanor's "blessing".

Even if she is no match for them, she only needs to face death with equanimity. The curse of the undead will naturally pull her soul and body back to the campfire. Being captured by the White Cult is far more bearable than being violated by that desire that is enough to defile her soul.

Of all evils, lust is the worst. This saying is not just a joke.

If you get hit, scolded, or robbed, you can get revenge.

The only thing that cannot be reversed is this 'lust'.

Although she's not some defenseless princess, what if she makes a mistake and ends up ruined?

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 24. The Princess of the Undead Asylum

Running away would be a very good option for Eleanor, but she can't run.

Once she runs away, her kingdom will face its true end.

The White Sect would never believe that her loving, somewhat weak-willed father would tell the lie that his dearest daughter had run away on her own.

The White Sect stubbornly believes that it was her father who hid her away.

Therefore, she had to stay.

In the first year, Eleanor was still able to exchange a few words with her fellow inmates around her cell.

Most of those imprisoned with her were nobles from various countries, and they still shared a common language.

They will curse the hypocrisy and brutality of the White Religion together; they will discuss the politics and customs of various countries; they will reminisce about the beautiful things that have long since passed...

A year later, more than half of the nobles had gone mad. They roared wildly like wild beasts all day long.

The remaining half forgot some crucial things, became taciturn, and were in a daze.

Eleanor, however, remained unchanged.

She was neither insane nor forgotten.

On the contrary, those memories of the past become even clearer in this desolate environment, as if they were yesterday.

She kept trying to dig an escape tunnel. Eleanor had planned to sneak out here and return to her kingdom to reunite with her family.

This isn't a game; there are mechanics that prevent you from destroying the terrain.

Moreover, her strength is truly formidable; ordinary knights cannot defeat her. Keep in mind that this is a fantasy world, where royalty cannot become kings without power.

Furthermore, she was certain that the power she had imagined before her transmigration could actually become reality, which gave her more confidence in her plan.

But the truth is, she miscalculated.

The entire building is protected by the miraculous power of the White Sect, which is the 'faith' accumulated by generations of people in this world. It is a great power that she cannot resist.

At most, she could only leave a trace, and she could only use these traces to calculate the time she had been imprisoned.

Soon, five years passed, and Eleanor finally became taciturn.

The lights in the dungeon had long been extinguished.

The guards who used to patrol regularly are now nowhere to be seen.

On the wall, a window about the size of a head, sealed shut with iron bars, became the only source of light in this place.

Five more years have passed, or perhaps even longer.

The horizontal and vertical lines she had carved with her fingernails to mark the wall were already densely packed and countless.

The magnificent robes that once symbolized her status as a princess were now tattered and reduced to strips of cloth.

The straw pile beneath him, which had once served as his resting place, had long since turned to dust over the course of time.

Even the only window had been blocked off with stones at some point. Although it wasn't very airtight, several hours of light still streamed in through the tiny cracks each day.

Watching the ever-changing shapes of the light spots became Eleanor's only way to relieve boredom.

Time passes day by day.

Eleanor still hasn't gone mad.

Her rationality remained intact, which was probably an advantage she had as a time traveler.

But she thought to herself, how wonderful it would be if she were insane.

If you go crazy, you won't feel lonely or in pain anymore.

If you go crazy, you won't miss the past or your family anymore.

If you're crazy, you won't...

She often indulged in such hopeless fantasies.

But she didn't go mad. As the days passed, little by little.

The seeds of hatred sown on the day she became immortal continued to accumulate and sprout in her heart. She hated the gods of the White Church, hated Gwyn, the first Sun King, and even hated everything in this world.

Then, reason was completely consumed by this overwhelming hatred.

She began frantically, using her own flesh and blood to attack the seemingly impenetrable prison door.

But the door and the entire building were imbued with the miracles of the White Sect, which she could not possibly destroy.

Ultimately, in the long enough time to erase everything, even that hatred ceased to exist.

She gave up everything.

Until she arrived in that dark space.

Until she arrived in this completely new world.

Akalion listened silently as Eleanor recounted her story.

After he used a simple second-circle spell, "Knock," to temporarily suppress the miracle blessing on the prison door, broke through the wall, and brought her out of the cage that had imprisoned her for countless long years, she became an absolute chatterbox.

She kept and kept and kept recounting those things from the past.

She wished she could pour out every single moment she had experienced since transmigrating to this world, whether it was sadness, beauty, or the trivialities of life, to him, her only listener, without reservation.

Akalion knew it was because she had been holding it in for far too long.

So he simply remained silent, playing the role of a dutiful listener.

The Undead Asylum is far larger and more dilapidated than it appears in the game.

In many places, the land has long since collapsed into cold rubble, forgotten by time. If one listens carefully amidst these desolate ruins, one can still faintly hear the mournful cries of the undead, now turned into zombies.

That sound, like the never-ending background melody of the Undead Asylum, chanted despair over and over again.

Was Gwyn, the original Sun Lord, a great figure in the world of Dark Souls?

He is indeed great.

In order to continue the glory of the Age of Fire that He created, He did not hesitate to offer Himself as the first kindling of the First Fire.

But, those bonfires scattered throughout the entire continent of Lordland, those 'homeland' made up of countless human skeletons and spiral swords, where all the undead would be resurrected even after death—could they have appeared out of thin air?

After Eleanor had finally finished pouring out her long past, Akalion used his giant sword-like tail to gently sweep away the rubble from the wall beneath her feet, allowing her to walk out safely and gaze at the sky.

“My princess,” his voice rang out clearly in the empty ruins, “what do you intend to do now?”

"..."

Eleanor fell into deep thought, gazing at Akalion with her red eyes, which had regained much of their former luster.

"I want...I want...I want to go home and see my family."

"Even if your kingdom has already been swept away by the tides of time."

Akalion calmly gazed at Eleanor's bewildered face, and without hesitation, pointed out the cruelest truth for her.

I'm not that strong. Escaping is shameful, but it's useful. At least Eleanor isn't able to face that painful reality right now.

"What you see with your own eyes might only bring you deeper pain?"

"..."

Yes, Eleanor knew that all along.

So much time has passed—that warm home, that beautiful country, that sun-drenched garden... I'm afraid all of it is long gone.

go back......

I don't want to see the kingdom that may have been reduced to ruins, I don't want to see my father's and mother's cold tombstones.

Like Schrödinger's cat.

As long as we don't check, none of this has happened yet, right?

As long as we don't observe them, they will still be alive, won't they?

......

.........

............

Self-deception.

Eleanor raised her hand and wiped away the tears that had slid down her cheeks. They were not tears of weakness, but the last drops of blood flowing from her already dried-up body.

She took a deep breath. The long-awaited fresh air, yet carrying a chilling edge, made her muddled mind even clearer.

"...Let's go to Rodland." Her voice regained its calm. "There is no place for me in this world anymore."

In life, you can never step into the same river twice.

The things that have passed away mean that they are gone forever.

The world of Dark Souls is not like the multiverse of D&D, which is full of infinite possibilities—here, death and resurrection are not miracles, but rather an eternal curse unique to the 'undead'.

"You plan to... link the First Flame?" Akalion was somewhat surprised. 'Me'? So magnanimous? Even after all this, you still want to link the First Flame?

“I…don’t know.” Eleanor shook her head in confusion. “At least, in Rhodesland, I still have a place where I can stay.”