The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The girl walked step by step toward the slums, her thoughts no longer just about surviving, but about how to kill them.

Although she didn't know how to do it, she was determined to kill them, and everyone else involved in this!

……

"Cough cough cough..."

In a dark sewer, Walker, somewhat disheveled but unlike Maginus who was completely unrecognizable from her former self, supported herself against the wall and coughed incessantly, her wounds slowly closing.

Recalling everything he had seen, the prince clenched his fist and pounded it against the side, hating his own powerlessness.

An aged voice beside him said with great concern, "Your Highness, you've taken too much of a risk. You should know that you are the only remaining member of the Imperius royal family!"

"No, my sister is here too."

Walker responded to the old man beside him, who was described by his father as a completely trustworthy subordinate, similar to an intelligence agent.

Lynch left the prince some things, including the names of some nobles who were loyal to the royal family and had gone into hiding. The king still had hopes for his youngest son, and if Walkry could survive and make a name for himself in the future, these nobles would be an important part of his efforts to reclaim the kingdom.

Of course, all of this is predicated on his ability to survive and possess high-level or legendary strength. If he cannot do so, the nobles will only provide limited assistance.

The old man frowned, somewhat worried about what his prince might do: "But there's news that Her Highness has already..."

"No, Maggie definitely wasn't caught. Don't worry. Even if she were caught... I wouldn't even think about rescuing her. I know perfectly well that I don't have that ability right now."

Walker reassured the old man, secretly clenching his hands:

"Send someone to monitor Inserutti's movements. We can confirm from her whether Maggie has been captured or not, unless the other side doesn't want to use Maggie to lure me out and instead..."

Choose to kill her.

Without uttering the last few words, Walker and the old man continued through the sewers, soon emerging from another alley. He patted the badge on his chest, transformed into another person, and walked openly into a slightly dilapidated hut.

"Modran, are you sure this place can effectively block divination spells?"

Walker entered the cabin and went into the basement. Sensing the magical aura here, he asked, "Yes, the chaotic magic here can cause their prophetic spells to go astray." The old man, known as Modran, nodded and said, "Yes, the chaotic magic here can cause their prophetic spells to go astray."

"In short, I need to find a way to reunite with Maggie first, then escape from the encirclement. Also, I need to prepare some good stuff for my enemies before I leave."

Walker leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself, still worried about Maginus's current condition; she was his only family in the world.

Like a corpse, she walked back to the slums with her head down. Maginus sat on the ground, motionless, looking at her hands and thinking about how to restore her body so that she could better practice her swordsmanship.

To practice swordsmanship, you need to recover your body; to recover your body, you need to eat more food; and to eat more food, you need to earn more money.

Money...

Maginos, who had never worried about money, thought carefully and remembered the magic-free jewels she had left in the cave.

It would have been better if we had brought it along earlier.

Maginot felt a pang of regret, but she also comforted herself, knowing she didn't know where to sell these things, and that it would be troublesome if royal items were targeted.

"Hey, newbie, do you have nothing better to do? You'll starve to death one day if you just keep eating relief food, you know?"

Maginot, who was sitting blankly on the ground, finally attracted the attention of others, or rather, someone had been observing her for two or three days, and this person walked up to her and brought up the matter directly.

The girl turned around, her hands poised to strike with a dagger. A boy slightly taller than her looked at her and said, "Want to find something to do? You'll get paid if you do it."

"What to do?"

Maginus stood up and looked at the boy. The boy glanced at the frail girl and a satisfied look appeared in his eyes: "You're big enough to steal things, dare you?"

"...I've never stolen anything. Are you going to train me?"

"We'll find out about this when we meet my boss. Even if you can't steal anything, your appearance is perfect for begging. You don't even need to lose an arm or a leg."

Maginus stared at the boy in front of him who was skilled in both hands and feet. After a moment of silence, he nodded and followed, but kept his hands on the dagger in his pants at all times.

Chapter 24 Quiz

“You can call me Jack, the boss of this street in the slums, well, the kid’s boss, of course.”

How long have you been observing me?

As Maginus walked and talked with the boy named Jack, the boy shrugged: "People like you with very distinctive features are quite eye-catching, aren't they? Speaking of which, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

The boy looked at her with a questioning gaze, while the girl, who was no longer capable of much emotional fluctuation at the moment, grinned and revealed a chilling smile: "Couldn't it be because you're hungry?"

"Oh, if I may be so blunt, someone who's starving to the point of being unable to walk would have been unable to walk by now."

"Okay, actually I'm cursed by a fairy, and I'm destined to stay in this form for the rest of my life."

"That's wonderful, that's exactly the kind of person we need."

Jack didn't say whether he believed it or not. He wasn't very concerned about the personal circumstances of the person he had found; he was simply attracted by his thin body and the fact that he could climb many places.

"By the way, you haven't told us your name yet. What's your name?"

“…Jimor, my name is Jimor.”

After a moment of silence, Maginus gave a false name, and Jack continued to tell this aloof "young man," who might become a member of the same gang, about the gang he had joined.

There are many gangs in slums and even working-class areas, and various professions have also organized guilds, whether they are thieves, sailors or streetwalkers, all of whom operate under a certain order.

Exploitation may result in exploitation, but it is safe enough.

Jack's gang is called the White Hands Gang, which controls this small area. These petty thieves usually steal things from wealthy merchants or relatively well-off people, but they dare not mess with nobles.

"I was attracted to you mainly because you're slim enough. By the way, how flexible are you?"

"You'll find out when you meet your boss."

Maginus didn't let her guard down because of Jack's words. She looked around and was ready to run away at any moment. The boy didn't care. Instead, he reminded her, "My boss's name is Mallory. Remember not to make him angry. He looks terrifying when he's angry."

……

The two soon arrived at a large house that was much cleaner and sturdier than the other places. Maginus stepped inside and saw a number of orphans gathered there, about seventy or eighty in total.

Most of them were intact, except for five or six who were missing a few fingers or an eye.

They also saw Maginus, and upon seeing her, they couldn't help but tremble, their faces showing horror. Some even clicked their tongues and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, are you a corpse? Hey, how did you survive?"

The girl ignored the people and followed Jack into a cleaner room, where someone was sitting in a chair looking at something.

"Boss, I've found a guy who might be useful to us."

“Jack, how many times have you said something like that… Oh?” The man sitting in the chair was also surprised when he saw Maginus.

Maginus stared intently at the man who had raised his head. Unlike the fierce, burly man she had imagined, the gangster Mallory in front of her was slightly overweight, with a friendly smile on his lips.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Boss Mallory, my name is Jimmy, and I recently became an orphan."

"Magenus said coldly," Mallory said, rising from her chair and circling her, her gaze lingering briefly on either side of her trousers before she smiled and sat back down, nodding to Jack.

"The people we brought back this time are not bad; at least they won't be thrown out so quickly based on their looks."

Throw it out?

The girl looked at Jack, and Mallory, noticing her confusion, smiled and said, "I don't take in idlers here. You either have to learn to steal, earn money with your body, or ruin your body to beg. If you can't do any of those, then you don't need to stay here."

“Jimo, right?” The fat man’s eyes lit up. “I won’t ask about your family background. Since you’ve only recently become an orphan, you probably won’t steal. How flexible are you? How far can you bend your body? Or you could just go beg.”

"I also need to remind you that the money or goods you receive will be split 80/20 between me and you. I will be responsible for selling the goods. If there is a real problem with not being able to come up with the money, I will cover the food expenses, but the quality cannot be guaranteed."

Flexibility...

Magneto looked at her current body. Having experienced the destruction of her country and the loss of her home, she felt no resistance to theft at all. She made a move in front of Mallory and Jack that shocked them.

The girl tilted her head back, knelt down, bent her waist, and let her head pass between her legs. Her emotionless eyes stared blankly at the seemingly kind gang member in front of her.

If it were the princess of the past, this pose would definitely have been alluring, but the problem is that she now looks like an undead creature, which is truly frightening.

Imagine a mummified corpse staring straight at someone in this posture; that would definitely be a ghost encounter.

"By the God of Thieves!"

Jack involuntarily took a step back, and even Mallory's narrowed eyes widened involuntarily. He only recovered when Maginus straightened up again.

Startled, he became slightly excited, realizing that the boy in front of him was definitely a "potential" thief. He immediately smiled even more sincerely: "Very good! Go outside and wait for a moment. I'll arrange for someone to teach you how to steal!"

"……it is good."

Maginus nodded vigorously, and before leaving, her gaze once again fell on Mallory's ear.

She had been a little concerned since she came in; Mallory's ears were a bit pointed, like that of a half-elf, though not too pointed, more like someone with a little elven blood.

……

After Maginus left the room, Mallory said to Jack with satisfaction, "You finally brought a real talent with you. How did you find him? Did he tell you about his background?"

“Boss, you have to trust my judgment,” Jack smiled and scratched his head. “I noticed him when I went to the relief stall to get food. After all, he was quite eye-catching. After observing him for a few days, I found out that he seemed to be a newly orphan.”

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"He didn't answer the question about his background, but he jokingly told me that he was cursed by a fairy. I don't know if it's true or not."

Mallory's expression changed slightly when he heard that Maginus was cursed by a fairy, and a hint of solemnity and lingering fear flashed in his eyes: "I'm afraid it's true... I've seen people cursed by fairies."

He didn't say much to Jack, but simply waved for him to take the new members to find a master to learn some basic techniques.

Chapter 25: The Most Basic Training

After Jack came out, he glanced at Maginus waiting outside the door, waved for her to follow, and told her about the teacher he was going to see as they walked.

"The old man's name is Wei Lun. In his youth, he was said to be a low-level thief who was about to enter the mid-level. Unfortunately, as he got older, his body weakened. Now he is nominally under the White Hand Gang, helping to teach other kids how to steal, and also teaching them some self-defense techniques."

Why is our gang called the White Hands Gang?

Maginus tried to gather as much information as possible from Jack. When asked about this question, Jack raised his right hand and waved it lightly. The girl saw a white line drawn along her index fingernail all the way to her wrist.

“People like you and the others in the courtyard are the lowest level members. They can leave at any time, but if they die, no one will care. I’m different.”

Jack smiled proudly: "I've officially joined the White Hands Gang, so I have this mark. Once I officially join, if I'm bullied by kids from other gangs, the White Hands Gang will take the initiative to handle it."

"As for Boss Mallory, he would paint his entire palm white as proof of his membership in the Whitehand Gang."

During their chat, they soon arrived at another small house near the mass grave. There were two or three children doing some training nearby, and an old man with gray hair was lying on a crooked tree enjoying the shade.

Jack walked to the tree and shouted, "Old Velen! There are new recruits you need to train!"

It was already night. The old man lying in the tree opened his eyes groggily and glanced at Jack and Maginus: "Little Jack, you've brought people here again."

He scrambled down from the tree, clutched his heart when he saw the girl's face, then casually patted Maginus on the shoulder, stroked his beard, and asked, "Boy, what's your name? How's your flexibility?"

“Jimour.” Maginus demonstrated once again the flexibility of her body that she was born with and had maintained through dancing.

Seeing the "human-skinned skeleton" making such a movement without any discomfort, Willen took a half step back, a hint of interest appearing on his calm face: "Not bad, you used to be from a wealthy family?"

Maginus remained silent, and seeing this, the old man did not press the matter further. He said to her, "Alright, come to me tomorrow and I'll teach you some real skills. That's enough for today."

Jack seemed pleased to hear what Willen said, and reached out to pat Maginus on the back: "Ha, don't forget me if you ever become a master thief."

Maginos nodded, but for her this was only a temporary measure. If possible, she needed to find her brother and then work together to find a way out.

The city was still too dangerous for her, even the slums where almost no one would come looking for her. The girl had no chance of revenge now, and everything had to be planned after she got out.

Take your time... take your time...

Entering the house with many orphans, she found an open space to sit down, closed her eyes and pretended to doze off, still paying attention to the surroundings, but now more relaxed.

The next morning, Maginus, who had been to the relief stall, walked to the front of Willen's house and saw a scene that surprised her: the body of a strong man lay across the front of the hut, a dagger stuck in his throat.

"Ah~?"

Old Willen yawned and pushed open the door, ignoring the corpse. He waved to Maginus when he saw him. "Jimor, right? Come in with me. I'll teach you a few tricks."

The girl entered the small house, which was quite messy due to the many props inside, but the bed was exceptionally tidy. Willen casually picked up a small bowl and placed it on the table in front of Maginus. The bowl contained some beads and a few loose threads.

"What you need to do in the morning is to string the beads. When you can string all the beads in one go, you'll be considered a beginner. Remember to put the strung beads in this basket."

There was a wooden basket with many beads on the ground. Maginus didn't ask any questions and sat down on the rickety stool to start stringing the beads as Velen had instructed. He was very satisfied with the girl's movements. He yawned, took out a piece of black bread from the cupboard, and casually broke off a piece.

The girl looked at the black bread extended in front of her, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I have no money."

"Really? That's a real shame."

Old Willen took back the piece of bread he had broken off, and Maginus continued threading the beads. It took him several attempts to thread them, and after a while he stopped and began to slowly rub the colorful beads and threads in his hands with his thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers respectively.

She was searching for the feel of casting spells. Spells also need to be cast with hand gestures, and there can't be too many mistakes. In Maginos's opinion, stringing beads was much easier than casting spells, even though she had lost the ability to cast spells now.

When Old Wei Lun finished his meal, he turned around and was somewhat surprised. The beads in the hands of the new young man kept falling to the bottom of the knotted silk thread without the slightest sluggishness, appearing quite smooth.

This kid's identity isn't simple either...

Old Willen pondered, but didn't ask any more questions. He was only responsible for teaching the techniques; other matters were none of his concern.