Re:Lyra-Starting Life in Another World (Re:Reader-Lyra Edition)

Chapter 17: The Great Escape

Rem stood silent and still, watching for any sign of life that could've potentially still remained in Lyra.

Finally, Rem knelt down. Putting the back of her hand in front of Lyra's face, she felt for any signs whatsoever of breathing.

She felt nothing.

She then placed two fingers on her neck, feeling for a pulse.

She felt nothing.

Before she lifted her fingers back up, she ran them over the bruises that she had left on Lyra's neck during the strangle. Each bruise perfectly fit one of her fingers. Rem traced each one, pairing up each finger's mark.

Placing her weight onto her knees to sit, Rem flipped Lyra's corpse onto its back.

She proceeded to search her body, patting her down. Starting with her maid apron pockets, she found nothing. She then proceeded to search her skirt pockets. She  felt an object in one of Lyra's skirt pockets.. It felt square, and while not hard, it wasn't entirely soft either

Reaching into the pocket, Rem felt leather. Pulling it out, she realized that  it was an oddly- shaped pouch. The pouch folded open as she handled it.

Going to investigate its contents, Rem crawled with the pouch in her hand over to the metia torch that still shined upward in the darkness.

Rem opened the pouch. The first immediate things she saw were a few pieces of oddly-colored paper in the main fold of the pouch.

Taking them from their pouch, Rem examined them. On one side bore the face of a young woman, looking fresh and experienced. On the other side was a drawing of a building. Both sides were written in a language that she did not understand.

Rem was astonished at the level of detail in each of these drawings. Putting the paper back in the pouch that it had come from, she examined the rest of the folded leather pouch.

Looking near where the pouch folded, Rem guided her fingers into a small slot.

She felt two or three distinct items, flat, and all the same size. They were made of a material she was unfamiliar with. Solid like metal, but not cold like it. Flexible like wood, but it was clearly not. A texture like glass, but not as fragile.

Pulling them out, she looked at them one by one. The first one she looked over was white and shiny. It had even more words that she could not read on it. Highlighted across the bottom was more of the unknown language, this time raised up and textured. Flipping the item over, there was a strip of black going across it, with yet even more language she did not understand, as well as a scribbled line.

The second of these items was almost identical, although this one was a matte blue.

The third caught Rem's attention like neither of the other two. This one also displayed the strange unknown language. It appeared to list information in the way it was formatted.

However, the main reason it was so shocking to Rem was the extremely detailed, miniature portrait of Lyra's face that was on it.

Rem examined the great detail in it. How could someone paint something so small yet so accurately?

Shaking her head, she was extremely side-tracked. Putting the contents back in the leather pouch, Rem placed it back in Lyra's skirt pocket.

With Rem's search still not yielding a single result, she simply sat down next to Lyra's corpse and thought to herself.

Surely she is an adversary. She reeked of the Witch. But then...why...

Rem thought back to Lyra's final moments of life, the words she had mouthed to her, hee farewell words to her...