The morning light shone upon the town, the river nearby soothed the ears of the citizen living in the town and birds chirped at each other among the trees. Remilia slept in her room in the inn not knowing that it was today she will depart from the town onward to London.

I woke up yawning on my bed, tiredly rubbing my eyes and the next to return to the usual routine from day-to-night but as soon as my eyes landed on the zipped luggage and the suspiciously empty room of the staff, I realize that this is the day that I have to leave the town.

It was quite loud last night, having to say goodbye to my coworkers through celebration and food. Some of them had thought that somebody from the town escorts me to London, but I declined as I wanted to be more independent as much as possible — they protested since I was too young in their eyes.

I am pretty sure there are already a few in the inn that knew that I was far older than my appearance entails, and I am quite grateful for them trying to hide it from the curious and the other citizens in the town. I do not want to be treated as a prodigy or someone special in my life.

"I hope we meet against in the future," said Anne with a sad smile before I walked through the front door of the inn and walked toward the place where I can get a carriage to London, sure, I could get a public or private car to London but they are awfully expensive due to the cost of making a functioning car in this era.

On the way to the place, a buzzing feeling was felt immediately in my gut as soon as I see the carriage in the distance. Wooden crates were being placed upon the carriage, and the horse was being fed by the caretakers.

It was without freezing or hot fire that this buzzing feeling gave me, it eases me for the fact there are no dangers here but the continuation of my fate. Though, I hope that this fate releases me and I will have to become independent from its command someday for the sake of free will.

The inside of the cart seemed to be filled with soft cushion for travelers and traders to sit on their journey, and even the seat of the driver is equipped with a cushion. The roof of the carriage has wavy cloth that protects both the driver and the passenger from rain and sunlight.

The driver seemed to come out of nowhere from behind the carriage, carrying a bag slung around him — possibly supplies or cash for the journey. "Sir!" I shouted out lightly, and the man merely turned to my way with a curious look.

The man looks to be middle-aged with clear genes from Asia, though I reserve my opinion from where he came from. He must have been travelers or a stowaway to come here.

The man seemed to be surprised at the fact that he was going to be carrying a nine-year-old child to London, though he wanted to accuse the town of smuggling yet he sees the fact that the child is traveling of her own free will.

"Are you traveling alone?" The man inquired with a tilt of his head, and I merely nodded in confirmation to his question. He seemed to raise an eyebrow and shrugged, letting me enter the cart to sit up front just behind the driver seat.

There are three or four crates being carried in this carriage, possibly items being traded or export from this town to go through London and used for the people. The clouds ahead rumbled almost ominously as the driver seat and drove towards London with the horse huffing.

I straightened my coat and dress to keep warm throughout this journey, checking all my necessary items for a stay in London. Since London will be mostly filled with more educated people, and most shops or stores will have more requirements than those in the town, it will be quite harder to find a job to stay afloat.

"Sir, what's your name?" I asked curiously as I straightened my legs to stave off the ache, this body is not used to this kind of position for sitting unlike my past life where I lived in Southern Asia and this kind of position is kind of the norm. The man replied, "My name is Hiroyuki."

I raised my eyebrows immediately, so there are indeed Japanese outside their country before even it was remotely possible to go outside of Japan and be a tourist. "Unique name." I merely said, looking at the man.

Hiroyuki merely snorted, "If I had coins for every man and woman who said that.." He seemed exasperated more than annoyed though, and he continued over his word. "I am not a native of this kingdom, as I hail from the east."

"What's your name then, kid?" The man seemed to throw back my question and I merely looked at him amused. He did not sound annoyed though, which is quite the polar opposite of what I expected from him after my question. "Remilia."

"You're a former noble? I think I've heard of you from the guards about protecting the inn workers from some other idiotic nobles or some sort." I blinked at his knowledge and I could feel my lips curl to a smirk and an embarrassed pout.

"I thought I already told the guards to not share that embarrassing moment.." I mumbled softly as the carriage rocked on the dirt road from a pothole, and the man could merely laugh merrily from the sound of an embarrassed child as his passenger.

"Don't worry, I won't share it much." He reassured, even that did not sound reassuring.

As the hours went forward and myself daydreaming on the seat of the carriage and the soft humming of Hiroyuki as he instructed those horses to go forward. Hopefully, we can reach London by nightfall or sunrise as I do not want to spend hours upon hours on the road traveling.

A steadily growing fire suddenly grows inside my gut and my eyes widened as I rolled forward in hopes of dodging something, and there it was. Something destroyed the floors of the carriage with a loud crack — it resembles a crystal but releases this aura of freezing to the cart.

"What was that?" The driver seemed to gape in astonishment, looking at the crystal wedged in the floor of the cart. I responded with a sigh, "I have no idea." but unfortunately for us, the answer revealed itself at the front of the cart from several meters away.

A woman seemed to stand clearly wearing a light blue dress but suddenly freezing temperatures suddenly washed over us, our feet seemed to have gone icy despite having nothing on them. "What the hell is that?" Hiroyuki seemed to gasp and shudder at the cold temperature, reaching for a weapon under the seat.

"It better not be the yuki-onna my mother always told me, for sure…" continued the man as he pulled out a long bladed cutlass, possibly stolen from another noble but it was probably enough to deter this… youkai…

I stared at the crystallized-like wing on the back of the woman and my face suddenly morphs into an exasperated glare that made me wish the driver could've taken a different route and did not attract the attention of a fairy named Cirno.

The horses seemed to be unaffected by the temperature, and that means we are the target for this youkai that have blockaded the route to London. "Come on out! I want to test you!" My face morphed into resignation as I tapped the shoulder of the man, and he looked back with a gulp.

"Give me the cutlass, I don't think you want to fight a youkai." He seemed to agree with that sentiment and gave me the blade, but he snapped out of it and tried to wrestle the blade back to his hand. "You're still a kid, for god's sake!" He protested, but I merely wrenched it out from his hand and stood in the cart.

"Oh, shut up. Give me this opportunity, and if this fails, we run like hell, got it?" I hissed in annoyance and exasperation as I prepare to throw the blade toward the fairy in front of the carriage. Suddenly, hundreds of icicles seemed to appear from the skies directly targeted on me.

I need to get out of this cart, it will do no good to bring harm to the driver. I quickly jumped out from the cart and charged forward, ignoring the protest of the man behind me.

No, it will do no good trying to throw a blade. I switched my stance to be softer and lower enough to make it much more comfortable for a swing with the blade, other than that, I have a fear that this blade is a fake and it's going to break at the slightest touch from Cirno.

But the weight is heavy and at the same time light, and that reassures some of my fear. Taking a light swing at the fairy seemed to take a step back and send the icicles from above down to me. A typical circular pattern appeared and I ducked underneath them as they flew clockwise.

A barrage of icicles comes next and they, fortunately, disappear before they could hit the horses, but some of them hit the ground nearby. I merely needed to dodge quickly all while being extremely careful so I did not make the mistake with the elemental orb damage with Flandre battle.

A burst of icicles immediately appeared from the middle and I rolled to the right to avoid them, bypassing the thin air easily and I immediately charged forward as soon as the spell card that she used ended.

Her eyes widened as the blade swung to her neck, "Wait—!" but the neck was suddenly separated from the head. However, it was quite interesting watching an immortal youkai die from the separation of the head and simply evaporating into water vapor.

And just from that, the temperature in the area immediately increased and the clouds seemed to disconnect from each other — revealing the shining sun from above, and I waved at the gaping man in the seat of the carriage.

I walked back to the cart and jumped into the seat and lent the cutlass back to its original owner, "You know what? I don't think I'm going to ask. That just broke my mind.." groaned Hiroyuki as he put the blade underneath the seat. I admit, most people from this era before the information era would've said that many times after seeing things like that.

After a few moments of dull silence, Hiroyuki seemed to put previous words back to his mouth and asked, "How did you know the word youkai earlier, by the way? It originated from my country." and my face twitched in amusement.

"I thought you said that you're not going to ask, sir?" I responded by deflecting his earlier question and asking a different question, it would do me no good to be revealed that I'm a reincarnated soul because of an observant Japanese man in charge of a carriage trip.

Hiroyuki snorted, "Don't deflect the question, kid. It's an entirely different question to what the hell happened earlier." he waved his hands dismissively.

I rolled my eyes, "It's in the same line of questioning." Phrasing, Remilia, phrasing.

An uncomfortable silence descended upon the cart with only the sound of the cart rolling down the roads and the horse huffing, stepping on the dirt road on the way to London. The man seemed to gulp, "Don't tell me you're one of the youkai…"

"Uh.." I resisted the urge to fidget and facepalm at the unintentional phrasing that implied the fact there is a hidden youkai in the cart despite the fact I was not a youkai. Well, it depends on who you ask, if a reincarnated soul counts as a youkai, that is. "Technically.."

"Don't answer that, please." The man said uncomfortably, and he said his words with extra respect and politeness that I just sighed mentally at my latest mistake. Another silence packed with extra uncomfortable feeling descended upon the cart, and soon enough nightfall came.

I already gave up trying to explain where I got the word from, but the man seemed to yelp at my words. If the other characters saw me bantering like this with this man, they would've already laughed uproariously from the fact that I accidentally made a man fear their passenger from the phrasing of a sentence.

Suddenly a warm dim light seemed to glow from afar, and I looked up to see lit towers and building in the distance as the carriage seemed to go downhill from here. "That's London, k-kid." The man seemed subdued with his words, and I merely replied with a simple, "It's beautiful." just to appease the man and calm his mental state down.

Then, I am quite serious about how beautiful it is compared to modern lights that lit the night with their electrical glow compared to the lamp that lit the city.

What dangers will I find therein that glimmering city of the night? I admit that I am excited despite the near-death experienced from the battle with Flandre, and hopefully, if things go well enough, I won't fight with Flandre a second time and cause another near-death.

Well, as long as I can appease her sense of fun, which is quite unique to a human sense of fun and that is quite annoying having to find the victims for her to pick out. Idly, I wondered if I will meet a piece from the past of this life when nobility was still alive and well.

If Former Heir Diventine is still alive, it would be quite the show to have him as an ally even short-lived it may be. The dangers he would face is more ridiculous than having to rummage through the trash at night, assuming that Diventine did not have the opportunity to get money or a job before.

"We will be arriving in a few hours or so, little l-lady." He seemed to change his words as if he was trying to appease me, but at this point, it was becoming more annoying than having Cirno blockading the route. "Please stop with that fear, please." I politely requested to the man.

He yelped and I pinched my nose in disbelief, hoping that my experience will get better.

ARC ONE - SCATTERED WISH HAS ENDED

ARC TWO - BLADED FANGS HAS STARTED

Short Note:

Here we go :)

A short chapter and the first Arc has ended. We move on to the next one with Chapter 10!