Merope turned each of their suggestions over once more in her mind, her fingers still worrying at the hem of her white cloth, weighing every option with genuine, careful thought—the chance to reduce casualties, the chance to reinforce their strategy, the chance to strike the enemy down directly and decisively.
“I want to go with teleportation,” she said at last, drawing one steadying breath before lifting her head, her eyes now settled with quiet certainty.
Elsa arched an eyebrow slightly, not entirely bothering to hide the satisfaction of hearing her own suggestion chosen.
“Your reasoning?”
“If I can move people around to build better formations,” Merope explained, “that means I can help without looking too strong while I’m doing it.”
Reinhard studied her for a long moment, something in his gaze softening at the explanation—not merely a matter of battlefield tactics, but a decision still rooted, underneath everything, in her determination to keep her secret safe while still doing everything she could to help.
“A sensible choice,” he said finally, nodding slowly.
“But remember, Merope—do not use your power beyond that, no matter what happens. No matter how strong the temptation is.”
“I promise,” Merope answered, firm, meeting his eyes without wavering.
Elsa, who had been watching quietly the whole time, finally allowed a small, thin smile to surface—a smile that had been appearing more and more often lately, ever since she’d started to truly know the girl standing in front of her.
“In that case, we should start preparing. There isn’t much time left before tonight’s meeting begins.”
“Wait,” Merope cut in, raising a hand, her eyes lighting up with fresh enthusiasm, “before that, I want to try it out first. Here, let me practice teleporting you guys—just a short distance, to start.”
Without waiting for anyone’s approval, she had already raised both hands toward Reinhard, Felt, and Elsa all at once, a wide, confident smile spreading across her face. This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
Teleport.
There was no blinding flash of light, no rumbling of power—only a brief, fleeting sensation, like a gust of wind sweeping quickly past—and a second later, they were no longer standing in the sitting room at all, but out on the front lawn of the estate, fresh green grass replacing marble tile beneath their feet, the evening sky stretched wide overhead, already beginning to blush red at the edges.
Felt staggered slightly, reaching out to grab the nearest arm to steady herself, only realizing a half-second too late that it belonged to Elsa—and she yanked her hand back just as quickly, her face flushing faintly.
“Hey! Give a warning before you just teleport us somewhere, would you?!”
Reinhard, remaining as composed as ever despite having just been moved without any notice at all, swept his gaze across their surroundings, assessing the distance and precision of the shift with the trained eye of someone who instinctively measured everything.
“Not a single error,” he murmured, an unusual note of admiration threading through his voice.
“Even our positions relative to each other are exactly the same as they were before.”
Elsa glanced around, then turned back to Merope, that same faint, sharp-edged smile returning to her lips.
“Very precise. If it’s this clean, battlefield formations could be completely transformed thanks to you.”
Merope beamed, equal parts pride and relief. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“Thank goodness it worked! I was a little worried I’d drop you all somewhere weird.”
Not satisfied with just one attempt, her eyes were already searching for the next challenge, her hand rising again without so much as a pause.
Teleport.
The same brief gust of sensation swept over them again, and a second later they had shifted once more—this time to another corner of the lawn, near a small pond that caught and scattered the evening light.
Teleport.
Before anyone had a chance to protest, the world spun once more, and they landed again, now beneath the shade of a large tree at the far end of the grounds.
“Whoa, whoa, okay, that’s enough, I’m getting dizzy!” Felt cried out, both hands clutching at her own head, swaying slightly before catching herself against the trunk of the nearest tree.
Merope quickly lowered her hands, her expression shifting to alarm at the sight of Felt’s condition.
“Hehehe, sorry,” she mumbled, guilt tangled together with a laugh she couldn’t quite manage to hold back entirely.
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