Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 70: I Am Still a Child

Roel felt his heart contracting sharply. It was not because of an enemy attack or a problem with his body, but a natural response to the sheer shock he felt.

The clues littered everywhere had given him a rough idea as to the situation he was in, but he still found the current situation hard to believe. Traversing through time and returning into history, is this really something transcendents can accomplish with their strength?

At the very least, Roel knew for sure that neither Nora nor himself was capable of this. At Origin Levels 5 and 6, the two of them were much too weak! Even Origin Level 4 Peter Kater was able to easily triumph over them.

It was impossible for them to deal with anything related to space-time, given the limitations of their strength. This world that they lived in was one that didn't have convenient teleportation doors like those commonly seen in fantasy works, or else traveling wouldn't have been such a massive hassle!

There were indeed transcendents with space-related abilities, but most of them were limited to short-distance teleportation, and they would have to pay a frighteningly hefty price to use it. And this was still for the easier-to-grasp spatial abilities!

Roel had never even heard of anyone wielding a time-related ability before, and clearly, it was the same for Nora too.

"Could it be my grandfather who sent us here? But, I don't think anyone in our house has that sort of ability..." muttered Nora in confusion.

All of a sudden, she set her eyes on Roel, assessing him from head to toe. By the process elimination, if it wasn't herself, it could only be him. However, her companion was just as baffled as she was.

Time ticked by in silence. Fear of the unknown was gradually creeping into their hearts, leaving them feeling like rudderless ships heading into turbulent waters. It took quite a while before they were finally able to calm themselves down.

"It could be the labyrinth artifact, or that I might have some mysterious ability that I don't know of, but in any case... it seems like we really have returned back to Empress Victoria's era."

"Such a thing..." murmured Nora.

"Otherwise, we can't explain this corpse either. Is there any soldier in the world who would wear a set of antiques from a hundred years ago and march off to war? Besides, it's obvious that this armor is still new, not some sort of old artifact."

Roel picked up the breastplate to emphasize its lustrous metallic surface that clearly hadn't been through the test of time yet. Toward this, Nora was unable to come up with any counterargument.

"Speaking of which, how can you tell that it is from Empress Victoria's era?"

"I've been training in the Knight Order since I was young. My historical knowledge of military equipment is still quite reliable."

Prompted by Roel's question, Nora pointed to the shoulder intersection of the breastplate.

"In more recent breastplate designs of the Theocracy, this portion is usually linked using chainmail. However, during Empress Victoria's era, the mainstream way is to use multiple layers of this silk-like material to link up this intersection."

"Is that so?"

Roel tried to prod the white silk used for the shoulder intersection of the breastplate, and it was surprisingly hard to the touch. He could tell that this material was newly woven, causing it to still be rather stiff.

"... Let's find some other clues. We need to first figure out of where we are," said Roel.

He lifted the breastplate and tried checking the fit, but in the end, he could only toss it away with a deep sigh after confirming that it was too big for him. It would be great if he could wear it. For one, it would have raised his defensive ability, and for the other...