Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Cecilia felt like she was trapped in a very long dream.

She seemed to be back in her real home. Her parents were sitting on the floor in the living room playing Lego with her sister. What about her?

Why didn’t I play Lego with my sister?

The atmosphere between the three people seems to be very harmonious.

She wanted to go up and join them in this enjoyable family activity, but the three of them seemed to be unable to see her.

She couldn't touch the blocks, and the noise she made couldn't attract the three's attention.

Cecilia wanted to leave, but she couldn't move. It felt like her feet had taken root. She could only stand there and watch the three people put the building blocks together bit by bit.

Not only my sister is a fan of building blocks and puzzles, but Cecilia herself is too.

Cecilia thought she was quite familiar with the building block models on the market. She had never seen a building block that was so similar to the King's Castle of the Kingdom of Anatolia.

From noon until the lights of thousands of houses outside the window came on, the model had only just completed the main hall.

My mother got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner when the sun was about to set. She said, "It's time to take a rest. Can we continue tomorrow?"

My sister said coquettishly, "No, I finally bought this Cecilia Castle, I want to put it together quickly!"

Cecilia was stunned.

She wanted to open the system to confirm the name of the castle, but found that she didn't have the system.

She might remember other things wrong, but if the name of the castle is the same as her name, she will definitely remember it.

Dad patted his sister's head lovingly, "Okay! Dad will help you, but we agreed that you can only play until nine o'clock after dinner."

The mother looked helpless and said, "Just spoil her."

"What's the big deal? Today is Sunday anyway, she has finished her homework, and playing with building blocks is a way for her to relax."

My sister jumped up and shouted, "Okay, okay, thank you, Mom and Dad!"

The activities of the three people were right in front of Cecilia, but Cecilia was unable to participate in it at all.

Perhaps because her mother went to the kitchen, Cecilia was finally able to move around.

She couldn't see the photo clearly before, but now she can clearly see the family of three in it.

My mother is a person who loves life very much. Since we were young, every time she took my sister and me out, she would dress them up beautifully and take a lot of photos of them along the way.

Now, among the photos hanging on the wall and placed on the table, there is only my sister.

Cecilia went into her room.

The room that was full of warmth and memories in my memory has changed a lot and has become my father's study.

Cecilia couldn't find anything that had anything to do with herself in this house.

She...she really seemed to not exist in this house.

In the blink of an eye, the sister who looked only seven or eight years old just now turned into a graceful lady. She walked into the house arm in arm with a man and introduced each other's identities to each other.

Cecilia was very familiar with the man in front of her. He was her sister's boyfriend since high school. She didn't know how many times she had covered for the two of them.

The boy was obviously very nervous. His father looked at him seriously, while his mother tried to adjust the atmosphere.

If I were there, I would definitely act like a spoiled brat next to my dad, or work with my mom to adjust the atmosphere.

Cecilia gradually couldn’t see the scene in front of her clearly. She reached out and rubbed her eyes, only to find that she had been crying without knowing when.

Cecilia did not cry when she was strangled by the sixth generation vampire and thrown to the ground.

When a sword pierced her heart, the great pain and fear of dying did not make Cecilia cry.

So is she dead?

But why is it that after I died, my parents and sister don’t remember me anymore?

The things in front of her eyes became more and more blurry. Cecilia saw the teacher who taught her magic. That might be before she was sent to the New Forest of Burrow.

He stood under the shade of the tree and told himself, "Your ears will deceive you, your eyes will deceive you, your feelings will deceive you, and even your memory will deceive you. At this time, all you can do is calm down, calm down, and then find the inconsistency, and then..."

Cecilia could no longer remember what happened next.

Cecilia looked at the strange yet familiar home in front of her, she closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.

I heard the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, rustling them.

Faintly, you can hear the howling of unknown animals.

Cecilia remembered the second half of her teacher's words, "Then, find a way to survive, Cecilia, and come back to see me alive."

She opened her eyes suddenly. She didn't see the teacher, but every face she could see clearly was someone she knew.

A warm feeling came from the heart.

The wound has been staunchly bled using magic.

No, the hemostatic magic can't save her life.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Leslian wake up. Some knights tactfully reminded Valken, "Since Lord Leslian has woken up, should we continue to go back and look for Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

She is still mute to the outside world, so Cecilia quickly asked what was going on with the system.

“Beep beep beep beep beep.”

Every word the system said was blocked. Cecilia was shocked. This had never happened before.

The system tried again, and in the end all it could say was, "I have used most of the system's functions to maintain your basic physiological condition. The two magicians on your right are constantly using hemostasis and recovery magic on you."

Cecilia looked at the wound on her chest again.

Fortunately, magical treatment does not require lifting clothes, nor does it reveal one's true gender.

However, it is impossible to save himself by just using the magic of stopping bleeding and recovery.

She could feel the wound on her chest still healing slowly.

But she has no magic now, and has no way to use this magic to find out who saved her behind the scenes.

The system obviously knows it, but it can't say it.

Valken knew that Leslie Ann was Her Royal Highness the Princess. Now that Her Royal Highness the Princess was right before his eyes, where else could he go to find Her Royal Highness the Princess?

But thinking that Her Royal Highness the Princess did not want to reveal her identity, Valken finally arranged for two knights to send Leslian back.

Cecilia naturally cooperated.

Even when she arrived at the makeshift gathering place for the wounded outside the giant settlement, Cecilia could still feel the warm magic healing her body, especially her wounds.

Even the magic that was previously overdrawn showed signs of being replenished.

It was already the second half of the night, and some light was beginning to appear in the distant sky.

The sun is about to rise.