My name is?
Sylvia
This clearly wasn't her name from the past (previous life), but after waking up this time, some blurry memories told the young girl that she was now called Sylvia.
Is there really such a thing as reincarnation? She didn't have memories of her past life when she was born, and only now did they suddenly return. As an unexpected side effect, she had instead lost the memories of the earlier years of this life, leaving only a few blurry fragments.
Looking at her clothes, the style of her plain white dress didn't seem complex, but certain details, such as the cuffs and hem, were exceptionally exquisite, as if to remind her that its price was not cheap. Continuing to look at her palms, their smooth and delicate appearance didn't seem like they had ever performed manual labor.
Her background should be quite good. If she could find her family and relatives in this life, she could probably live without worry for food and clothing. The girl pondered the origins of this body in her mind.
Although she didn't know what her personality was like in this life, judging from some blurry memory fragments and her inner feelings, it didn't seem much different from her previous life. There was no sense of strangeness or discomfort, as if she were the same person.
While searching for information in her blurry memories, a sudden realization dawned on her, and a certain piece of information appeared in her mind.
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Name: Sylvia·※※※※
Race: Human (※※※)
Status: Healthy (No abnormalities)
Talent:
Stars [Unknown Grade]: You are favored by the Stars. You are not a native inhabitant of this place, but an existence descended from an alien star. Yet strangely, you have already been accepted by this world and become a part of it. Treasure this gift; the meaning behind it is far beyond your imagination.
Cornflowers Affection [Rare Grade, Upgradeable]: When you use any secret techniques and creations related to cornflowers, you gain an effect boost. A talent flowing in the bloodline, this is an inheritance from the family bloodline, allowing each generation's successor to receive the favor and blessing of a type of flower.
—Those who glimpse the Fairy Monarch, the Spring Timekeeper 'Funasini', their bloodline descendants obtain a contracted blessing according to an ancient agreement.
fate structure card: [sleeping maiden] (essence Rank: None)
A strange card emerged in Sylvia's consciousness. The border of this card was surrounded by silver metal vines. In the center of the card, a silver-haired girl lay with her eyes closed, sleeping in a sea of blooming light blue cornflowers. In the distance of the image, the sky was dark, with occasional meteors streaking across and vanishing, as if they had never existed.
[sleeping maiden]
'You have lost the Nature you once possessed. You can only guess from the silver vine frame that this Nature might be related to 'Brilliant Moon' or 'Emerald Honey'. Past memories sleep deeply. If you want to awaken that sleeping past, please start with 'Brilliant Moon' and 'Emerald Honey'.'
Effect:
[Discernment Pupil Lv.2]: Originating from a special talent and constitution, you can distinguish colors that ordinary people cannot perceive, as well as parts of the essence of things. (When you increase the rank of the fate structure card, this ability will also be upgraded simultaneously.)
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ability card: [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot] [Empty Slot]
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In the center of the Fate Disk outlined by invisible threads, that [sleeping maiden] card with the silver vine border was placed. Below this card, there were three empty slots, which should be able to hold other cards.
One [fate structure card] representing the self, and three empty [ability card] slots. This world possesses strange supernatural powers, and they seem to be the inside and outside of an individual in the form of certain cards. If one learns special secret techniques and skills, they can be transformed into ability cards and placed into the Fate Disk of the soul and consciousness to take effect.
Walking step by step toward the village below the hillside, Sylvia saw the fiery red sunset appearing on the distant horizon and couldn't help but quicken her pace, fearing she wouldn't make it before dark.
Her snowy white hair fluttered, and her sleeves billowed. The village didn't seem far, but in reality, it wasn't that close when walking. By the time Sylvia arrived, the sky was almost dark. Fortunately, the village today wasn't as quiet and early to rest as usual. Several carriages were parked in the village square, surrounding a central bonfire. The back doors of the carriages were open, displaying some transported goods, and many villagers were currently gathered around them.
"Prices have gone up again, Vandersea."
"The style of these clothes looks a bit ugly too. Are they leftovers from others that you bought at a low price and brought here to sell to us?" The villagers were discussing among themselves, and those voices were clearly heard by the girl.
The language was vastly different from her previous life, but she could naturally understand it, probably because she had learned it in this life.
Under the cover of night, the girl walked along the road toward the village square, thinking about how to explain her origin to others and then find a simple job here to settle down.
She didn't seem to have any money on her. While walking, the girl touched her clothes again. Unfortunately, besides this beautiful plain white dress and her underwear, there were no other external items.
No, there was one more thing. She reached for the back of her head and felt the hair ribbon tied in her hair.
Untying the hair ribbon, her hair fell to the side of her neck. Sylvia held a light blue silk hair ribbon, which had beautiful cornflower patterns printed on it with overlapping silk thread textures, showing exquisite craftsmanship.
She had something to trade, but... the girl touched her cheek. Although she didn't know the specific appearance of this body now, based on blurry memories and the feel of it, she should be very beautiful?
Being too beautiful without any power is actually quite dangerous, because you have something others covet but lack the strength to protect it.
Thinking of this, her pace slowed down as she began to consider how to deal with it. If it were a big city, public security should be much better, but this was a small village. She had no way of knowing what the local customs were like. However, she really didn't have a better choice right now. If she spent the night outside, she might encounter other difficult situations. Going to a place with many people would always be better and could provide a small amount of public restraint.
After a moment of contemplation, she resumed her pace and walked toward the brightly lit area.
"I can't help it, Old Man Pound. This trip hasn't been easy for me either. You know it's currently the Direwolf Festival period, and there are many fierce beasts on the road. I have to spend more money to hire people to protect the caravan, and I can't travel at night. See, didn't I arrive late this time? Usually, how could I give up such an opportunity to make money, don't you think?" The bearded merchant crossed his hands, tucked them into his sleeves, and spoke to the village chief nearby about the current situation.
"Alright, alright, I've heard those excuses of yours countless times. Anyway, you always have a reason for making money." The old village chief waved his hand, indicating he didn't care about the other party's cost issues.
"Oh, right, did you bring the iron nails I ordered last time?"
"I did, but they're quite heavy. I put them under the carriage. I probably won't be able to move them out until tomorrow. Why, are you in a hurry to use them?"
"It's not urgent, I bought the iron nails to reinforce the houses. It'll be the Gale Season in another two or three years. It'll be too late to do it then."
"You're preparing so far in advance for something two years away. You really think ahead."
"Everything will go up in price during the Gale Season. I'm just preparing early to save a bit of money." The village chief shook his head and replied casually.
"Gale, Heavy Mist... I don't know if this old body of mine can last until the next Trade Wind Season arrives."
"It will. You're so healthy, you'll definitely see the dawn of the next Trade Wind Season."
"Hahaha, then I'll have to live for another twenty-odd years."
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More noisy voices reached the girl's ears. In this life, she had hearing far superior to her previous life. Even if ten people spoke at the same time, she could easily distinguish them and understand and remember them simultaneously.
Such an ability was truly a bit terrifying. If it were in her previous life, she could probably have gotten into the university she once dreamed of.
From the conversations between these villagers and merchants, Sylvia learned a lot of information. This carriage caravan was a trade caravan traveling through villages, and the leading merchant was also a regular visitor to the area. It seemed the atmosphere was quite harmonious, which allowed her to relax a bit.
Facing the burning orange bonfire, the girl gradually approached until she stepped into the boundary between firelight and shadow, suddenly revealing herself.
Snowy white silk dresses were not something ordinary people could afford, especially to keep them so white. Even nobles would only wear them for certain formal occasions. When Sylvia entered the village square, she immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"May I ask, who... who are you?" When a member of the caravan saw her appearance clearly, the words in his mouth quickly changed to honorifics.
To be able to enter and exit so leisurely, wearing a luxurious dress and having an incomparably beautiful appearance, she must be some noble lady, or perhaps even the daughter of a distinguished high-noble family.
The accompanying members of the caravan hurriedly reported to Vandersea, who also turned his head, bid farewell to the village chief, and walked quickly toward the silver-haired, white-dressed girl.
"Hello, noble lady. May I ask if there is anything you need?" He tried to imitate the etiquette he had seen before to greet the girl.
The slightly comical and clumsy movements made the girl want to laugh, but she politely held it in and lightly lifted her dress to return the greeting, as if by some instinct.
AI Model: gemini-3.1-flash-lite
"Hello." The clear, cool voice was like the water of a mountain spring, soft and melodious, causing those present to pause for a few seconds.
The young girl also paused, surprised by the sound of her own voice.
"Hello, may I ask where this is?" She spoke again, her fingers lightly touching her cheek near her ear, tucking away a few strands of hair to ease her nervousness.
"This is..." The merchant Vandersea hadn't expected someone to ask such a question; he faltered for a few seconds before recovering.
"We are currently in the southern part of the Regas Principality, in Basswood Village."
Regas Principality... The young girl carefully recalled, but felt no sense of familiarity. It seemed she had never been to this place in this life. If that was the case, to recover her identity, she could only rely on raising the rank of the relevant essence to restore her memory; otherwise, bumping around like a headless fly would yield little result.
Seeing the young girl lost in thought and silent, the few people in front of her grew somewhat nervous, wondering if they had done something wrong. Fortunately, at this moment, the village chief heard about the situation and walked over slowly.
When Village Chief Pangde arrived in front of the girl, this change made her wake from her thoughts. Her eyes moved slightly, meeting the old man's gaze.
Her pupils were a pure, light blue like cornflower petals, as if they had never been tainted. Such an aura surprised even the well-traveled village chief; he had been an adventurer in his youth and had been to many places.
"Miss, are you lost?" he asked cautiously, likely having realized the problem the young girl was facing.
"Yes, I experienced an accident and got lost in the forest not far from here. I currently need some help." The young girl bowed politely once more.
"I see." Hearing this, Village Chief Pangde and the merchant Vandersea exchanged a glance, their minds put at ease.
This noble young lady looked quite easy to get along with; her temper was much better than those spoiled brats they usually encountered in Cinderstone City.
This was a world with extraordinary powers, and nobles possessed many resources, knowledge, and skills, as well as strength that commoners found hard to reach. Therefore, ordinary people generally feared coming into conflict with nobles unless absolutely necessary.
"Since that's the case, how about I arrange a place for you to stay tonight? I still don't know your name?" the village chief offered proactively.
"My name is... Tia. Thank you for your trouble." Out of a certain caution, the young girl only gave the short version of her name.
"No problem, Miss Tia." The village chief replied with a chuckle, stroking his beard. In his eyes, this young girl was the type who stayed in manors or castles for long periods, a simple girl who lived in seclusion, and thus one of the easiest types of people to get along with.
Ordinary minor nobles couldn't raise such an aura; she was probably the daughter of some great noble family. If he could build a good relationship with her, it would surely have some benefits. After all, even the scraps that fell through the fingers of those great nobles were treasures that commoners could hardly obtain in a lifetime.
The conversation among the three gradually came to an end. While they were speaking, many villagers and caravan members had quietly gathered around. Although they didn't get too close, the convergence of those gazes made Sylvia feel a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't that she was afraid; it was just that both in this life and her previous one, her temperament wasn't very suited for social interaction, and she preferred to stay quietly by herself.
Fortunately, this situation was soon broken. A girl who looked about the same height as Sylvia ran over at the village chief's call. She had reddish-brown hair tied into a messy braid at the back of her head, wore a flaxen-yellow short shirt, had a slim, yellowish figure, and her exposed calves had a slight sheen of oil. The straw sandals she wore were very tight and durable.
"Talia, take this young lady to our home. Clean up the room your sister used to live in, put on clean bedding, and let this young lady stay the night."
"Got it, Grandpa." Talia replied casually, but her gaze didn't leave Sylvia's face, as if she wanted to see and identify her clearly.
"Follow me." She reached out, suddenly grabbed Sylvia's wrist, and led her through the crowd toward the interior of the village.
This action startled the village chief and the merchant Vandersea, but it was too late to stop her. Fortunately, Sylvia just followed along without showing any displeasure, and the two wiped away cold sweat, feeling relieved.
"It's all my fault. This child is used to being wild, and I haven't taught her well." The village chief thought about how his daily energy was all spent on the village, and the only one he paid attention to was Talia's sister, who had just married not long ago.
Compared to the wild and stubborn Talia, her sister Winnie was much more virtuous and steady, well-liked, and because of that, had married into a decent family in the city.
Walking through the crowd, Sylvia lowered her head slightly, avoiding the various curious gazes. Feeling the hand holding her wrist—Talia was about the same height as her—she noticed that the inside of her fingers had some rough marks, likely calluses left from a recent scratch that had scarred over.
Even though this was their first meeting, Sylvia guessed that the other girl was the type who liked to run around and play.
Just as Sylvia was wondering what the living environment here would be like, a burst of rapid hoofbeats came from afar. She couldn't help but look back, only to see a line of cavalry holding torches speeding along the road in the night.
They held the reins, their bodies rising and falling with the horses' gallop, their expressions anxious. Upon reaching the village entrance, they vaulted over the low fence almost without stopping. Some of the following cavalrymen didn't have time to jump, simply crashing through the fence.
The dry wood of the Season of Rising Wind was snapped in half, making a crisp cracking sound, and then this row of cavalry charged straight into the plaza with torches raised.
"Everyone, prepare for defense!"
The rough roar exploded in the plaza. Many villagers hadn't even had time to realize what was happening before they heard another burst of terrified screams.
"Wolves! It's wolves!"
In the darkness outside the village, bursts of chilling whimpering sounds kept drawing closer. Nothing could be seen in the pitch blackness, but the constant rustling sounds indicated that a group of living things was approaching.
At this moment, some villagers finally reacted. Some rushed home to find weapons, while some women hurriedly looked for their children to bring them back indoors. The caravan members also grew tense, drawing their short swords and axes, while some leveled their spears, preparing to face the unknown danger.
Ten seconds later, a group of blurred running silhouettes appeared outside the village, but what was even more striking were those pairs of oily green eyes.
Wolves, a pack of wolves, about forty or so wolves rushed out from the dark night. The giant wolf at the lead jumped directly over the fence, which served no blocking purpose. Only then did the crowd manage to see the face of this wolf with the help of the firelight.
It had dense, orange-red fur all over its body, and its long hair fluttered slightly like flames. Even on all fours, it was taller than a human and larger than a common ox. When it approached, a scorching heat spread, its narrow eyes revealing ferocity, and an invisible sense of oppression immediately stunned everyone on the scene.
Gazing at the giant wolf in the plaza that resembled a flowing flame, a wealth of information appeared in Sylvia's mind.
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Race: Forest Wolf (Alienated)
Status: Healthy (Ferocious)
Talent:
Sense of Smell [Good Grade]: A keen sense of smell, capable of distinguishing and tracking various creatures. A common talent for wolf-type creatures.
fate structure Card: [Crimson-Dyed Wolf] (First Order - Blazing Sun)
'Baptized by the "Blazing Sun" Xu Feng, the wolves running in the mountains and forests gradually become dyed in orange-fire crimson. When they complete their overall transformation, they step into the first stage of the extraordinary essence "Blazing Sun," leaving the category of beasts to become a Beast Fang feared by ordinary people.'
Effect:
[Boiling Blood Lv.2]: The Nature of "Blazing Sun" flows in the blood, granting this creature powerful vitality, allowing it to run day and night without fatigue, while also slightly strengthening its physique and enhancing its strength and speed.
ability card:
[Fangs Lv.2] (Beast Fang): Possesses sharp teeth far surpassing those of beasts, capable of tearing through some metals, and spontaneously sharpening and repairing itself. (Most beast-type creatures will obtain one of the three abilities: teeth/horns/claws; this stems from the "Beast Fang" essence instinct flowing in their bloodline.)
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I see. After understanding the information, the young girl understood why these cavalrymen couldn't shake off the pack of wolves. Because of the blessing of the "Blazing Sun" essence, the endurance of these Werewolves had become exceptionally long; ordinary people and animals simply couldn't shake them off. Once they couldn't win in a fight, they could only be run to death.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. If she had chosen to run away during the day, she would likely have been caught by that Dire Wolf due to exhaustion and become its meal.
"Hurry, go!"
While Sylvia was still observing and thinking, Talia beside her pulled her urgently toward the houses inside the village. There were a few stone buildings there that could be used for defense. Many villagers were currently running there as well, and at this moment, the battle in the plaza had also begun.
"Steel Sharp Blade!"
Invisible light converged into the drawn broadsword, and then the blade slashed toward the giant wolf's opened, fanged, bloody maw, striking out shattered sparks and bloodstains.