A woman entered the room shortly after, flanked by two maids fanning her continuously. A chair was set down, tea was poured and placed into her waiting hand. However, Martha and Zofia continued fighting, oblivious to what was happening around them.
The woman's brows furrowed. She threw the teacup into the middle of the room, where it shattered.
"Guards! Separate them at once. Such a spectacle is an affront to my eyes!"
Soldiers immediately rushed in. At the same time, Zofia regained her vision. She instantly dodged a kick from Martha, causing the soldier behind her to take the full force of the blow. Everyone's jaw dropped in shock as the unfortunate soldier was kicked flying into the wall; the sound of ribs cracking could be heard clearly.
The remaining soldiers dared not rush in, fearing they would be the next victims. Martha also widened her eyes, unable to believe what had just happened. Zofia breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
She didn't understand why Martha had suddenly become so strong. If she hadn't dodged that kick, the one lying there would have been her, not that soldier.
"Excellent. Truly excellent." The woman stood up and clapped continuously.
Zofia and Martha turned in unison to look at the source of the voice. The woman walked elegantly and slowly towards them.
"Truly the Hero I have been searching for."
"Are you talking about me?" Martha pointed at herself.
"Peasant! Who allowed you to speak so rudely to the Queen?" A soldier shouted.
She raised her hand to signal silence, then spoke.
"It is fine! A Hero is strongest when not overly bound by etiquette."
"This girl is a Hero?" Hearing the old woman say 'Hero' over and over, Zofia couldn't hold back her laughter. She rolled on the ground, laughing hysterically.
"How disgraceful. Arrest this insolent girl."
The soldiers still hesitated to approach. The Queen shouted angrily.
"What are you afraid of? That person is the Hero, this girl has no power. Do you not remember the prophecy?"
Zofia was still laughing ceaselessly because in her head, she imagined the things Martha had done being praised by the world - it was truly a comedy. Taking advantage of Zofia's distraction, the soldiers swarmed her and tied her hands and feet tight.
"You're the Queen, and I'm the Hero? Is there a hidden camera somewhere? This is a prank, right?" Martha asked.
"I do not know what a 'camera' is, but this is summoning magic. You, the Heroine, were summoned by me to this world to help humanity fight against demons."
"Hey, hey, don't joke around. I have a nail and hair appointment this afternoon. Tomorrow is my dad's birthday party."
"This is the world of Eruth. You are the Heroine of prophecy who will save humanity." The woman signaled the soldiers to kneel on the ground.
Only then did Martha and Zofia notice that the place they were in had stone floors and walls - materials typically found in castles they had read about in books. The soldiers and servants were also dressed in a matching style.
Initially, Zofia thought like Martha that this was a prank, but she noticed details around her, like glowing stones floating on the walls.
Furthermore, there was a very distinct smell. She remembered that in this era, only wealthy people could bathe regularly. Soldiers usually had a stench, and high-status people often used strong perfume to mask it.
"The Heroine's powerful potential was selected by Pope Malachi for summoning. Initially, I was a bit hesitant because there were two of you, but after seeing the summoning power choose the Heroine here, there is no doubt."
"Powerful potential... ha ha ha..." Zofia heard that and continued laughing loudly.
"Gag her mouth and throw her in the dungeon to await execution."
Hearing this, Zofia's eyes widened. Before she could say anything, a cloth was stuffed into her mouth, leaving only muffled sounds in her throat.
A woman entered the room shortly after, flanked by two maids fanning her continuously. A chair was set down, tea was poured and placed into her waiting hand. However, Martha and Zofia continued fighting, oblivious to what was happening around them.
The woman's brows furrowed. She threw the teacup into the middle of the room, where it shattered.
"Guards! Separate them at once. Such a spectacle is an affront to my eyes!"
Soldiers immediately rushed in. At the same time, Zofia regained her clear vision. She instantly dodged a kick from Martha, causing the soldier behind her to take the full force of the blow. Everyone's jaw dropped in shock as the unfortunate soldier was kicked flying into the wall; the sound of ribs cracking could be heard clearly.
The remaining soldiers dared not rush in, fearing they would be the next victims. Martha also widened her eyes, unable to believe what had just happened. Zofia breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
She didn't understand why Martha had suddenly become so strong. If she hadn't dodged that kick, the one lying there would have been her, not that soldier.
"Excellent. Truly excellent." The woman stood up and clapped continuously.
Zofia and Martha turned in unison to look at the source of the voice. The woman walked elegantly and slowly towards them.
"Truly the Hero I have been searching for."
"Are you talking about me?" Martha pointed at herself.
"Peasant! Who allowed you to speak so rudely to the Queen?" A soldier shouted.
She raised her hand to signal silence, then spoke.
"It is fine! A Hero is strongest when not overly bound by etiquette."
"This girl is a Hero?" Hearing the old woman say 'Hero' over and over, Zofia couldn't hold back her laughter. She rolled on the ground, laughing hysterically.
"How disgraceful. Arrest this insolent girl."
The soldiers still hesitated to approach. The Queen shouted angrily.
"What are you afraid of? That person is the Hero, this girl has no power. Do you not remember the prophecy?"
Zofia was still laughing ceaselessly because in her head, she imagined the things Martha had done being praised by the world—it was truly a comedy. Taking advantage of Zofia's distraction, the soldiers swarmed her and tied her hands and feet tight.
"You're the Queen, and I'm the Hero? Is there a hidden camera somewhere? This is a prank, right?" Martha asked.
"I do not know what a 'camera' is, but this is summoning magic. You, the Heroine, were summoned by me to this world to help humanity fight against demons."
"Hey, hey, don't joke around. I have a nail and hair appointment this afternoon. Tomorrow is my dad's birthday party."
"This is the world of Eruth. You are the Heroine of prophecy who will save humanity." The woman signaled the soldiers to kneel on the ground.
Only then did Martha and Zofia notice that the place they were in had stone floors and walls—materials typically found in castles they had read about in books. The soldiers and servants were also dressed in a matching style.
Initially, Zofia thought like Martha that this was a prank, but she noticed details around her, like glowing stones floating on the walls.
Furthermore, there was a very distinct smell. She remembered that in this era, only wealthy people could bathe regularly. Soldiers usually had a stench, and high-status people often used strong perfume to mask it.
"The Heroine's powerful potential was selected by Pope Malachi for summoning. Initially, I was a bit hesitant because there were two of you, but after seeing the summoning power choose the Heroine here, there is no doubt."
"Powerful potential... ha ha ha..." Zofia heard that and continued laughing loudly.
"Gag her mouth and throw her in the dungeon to await execution."
Hearing this, Zofia's eyes widened. Before she could say anything, a cloth was stuffed into her mouth, leaving only muffled sounds in her throat.
"Wait, that would be too easy for her. Throw her out onto the street and let her fend for herself. If she lives, fine; if she dies, it's not our fault," Martha spoke up.
"Ha ha ha, I like the way the Heroine solves problems. You all, do as she says."
She walked out of the room and invited Martha to follow, her lips constantly talking about the powers Martha could achieve and the benefits of helping them repel the demons. Martha also didn't need to worry about time because when everything was completed, the Queen promised to reverse the spell to send her back to the exact moment she was summoned, so it would be as if nothing had happened in the old world.
Martha rejoiced inwardly. If she went back without Zofia, the issue regarding the Paramount scholarship would be mentioned by no one. She would also be free of the burden of pretending to be friends with Zofia.
"Wait, that would be too easy for her. Throw her out onto the street and let her fend for herself. If she lives, fine; if she dies, it's not our fault," Martha spoke up.
"Ha ha ha, I like the way the Heroine solves problems. You all, do as she says."
She walked out of the room and invited Martha to follow, her lips constantly talking about the powers Martha could achieve and the benefits of helping them repel the demons. Martha also didn't need to worry about time because when everything was completed, the Queen promised to reverse the spell to send her back to the exact moment she was summoned, so it would be as if nothing had happened in the old world.
Martha rejoiced inwardly. If she went back without Zofia, the issue regarding the Paramount scholarship would be mentioned by no one. She would also be free of the burden of pretending to be friends with Zofia.