Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 1

[200] Firm Resolve of the Defenders and Attackers

Chapter 200: Firm Resolve of the Defenders and Attackers

Author Note: Well I've returned!! Except the book's chapter count is full, so we'll have to start a new one. Two more chapters, 201 and 202, will be posted in it right away!

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Jasmine and her descendants were brought to a large room, where the three of them received medical help from the elves, and Sieran herself. It was advised to rest for at least a few hours, but Jasmine was impatient to meet her successor.

A successor who's now my predecessor. How weird. Jasmine waited for him, sitting on a bed with her back against the frame, while her great-something grandkids did the same in their own beds. The two of them had a kind of nervous expression, especially Amir. He was a fanboy.

Hero Seriphoth Babylon's legends were spread all across the continents, but since Jasmine's era was 600 years ago, her stories were not as widely spoken as his. That differed in Erebia, however, since it was the Empire she founded. Her name was more well-known than his, and people believed her to be a greater Hero than him too.

Yet, somehow, the 2nd Prince of the Empire turned out to be a fanboy. He wasn't the only one, a few of the other royal children were the same, but... they were now dead. There were a few more older siblings to this new body that Jasmine occupied, but they were all dead. The three of them were the last three drops of Erebian's imperial blood.

The realization made Jasmine a little sad. Her smile dropped. She shook her head soon and smiled back. It's alright as long as one of her blood remains, the Imperial family will rise to its feet in no time. As long as one of them lived, and as long as Pangeal survived.

And Pangeal will survive.

For he who guaranteed that by his sheer presence, stepped into the room with a heavy aura around him. Jasmine quit brooding over impractical supposition and got off the bed. The room suddenly thrummed with a heavy aura; Sieran rubbed her temple with an unamused look, while the two imperial kids flinched in shock.

Jasmine walked over to the blonde bastard, a smirk playing on her lips, "Should have kept the same appearance, you brat," she said as she came to a stop in front of him, her arms crossing. She would have had a hard time believing he was the hero indeed, if not for the technique he performed. "I would have loved to smack it twice."

"You? Smack me?" He scoffed out a laugh. "Weren't you crying on the floor, almost dead, against that weakling Phoenix minion?"

"I was not crying," she growled.

"You were on the floor," he crossed his arms too.

"I was recovering my strength."

"And I didn't need to do that even after bombing him to the afterlife."

"Because, you cheater, learned other sword skills in the time you weren't here," she narrowed her eyes at him, stepping an inch closer. "What the fuck is Vagabond Style?"

"Something stronger than the Grand Chariot you taught me," he said, also stepping forward. Their noses touched, and blue eyes stared down at golden. She was a very tall woman, standing at 6"2, but Aqua was just an inch taller.

"...." she stared up in silence, scowling as if her pride was hurt. After a short silence, she chuckled. "We were supposed to have an arm wrestling match when we would actually meet face to face. Do you remember?"

"I do," he admitted. It had been buried in the back of his mind all this time until he reunited with Galaxara and she mentioned the promise.

"...I've been thinking about that every single day for the last 290 years," Jasmine said. She's been thinking that even more recently when she engaged in battles against the foreign demons and lost. "But there is no point in doing that now when I already saw you beat an opponent I couldn't." A small smirk played on her lips; she let out a soft sigh. "I admit my defeat."