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Chapter 1077: Found
The dogkin forced herself deeper into the storm. Every nerve screamed, every thought frayed, but she pushed through the pain. Not butcheries. Not bakeries. Not brothels. Not guards, not nobles, not children splashing in fountains. Layer by layer, she shredded the noise apart, burning herself alive just to narrow the world.
Her heart felt like it might explode.
Her vision swam with red.
Her soul roared.
’Ah!’
She found it.
A single thread of scent that cut through everything. So sharp it felt like it had been carved into the air for her alone.
It wasn’t filth.
It wasn’t sickness.
It wasn’t even hunger, though hunger clung to it.
It was worse.
The scent was sorrow itself, rotting into the bones of the woman who carried it.
A body steeped for years in grief until misery had fused with her very flesh. Hunger that had never been fed. Pain that had never been healed. A tragedy so complete that her existence exhaled it with every breath.
Blossom’s pupils narrowed to razor slits. Her lips peeled into a feral grin, and her tail lashed behind her rear like a whip in excitement.
"Found you."
Her body suddenly buckled. "Ugh!"
The overload came crashing down on her nerves all at once. Her legs trembled, and she fell forward onto her hands. Blood seeped warm from her nostrils, dripping down her lip. Her vision swam as a pounding ache hammered behind her eyes. For a heartbeat, she couldn’t even feel her tail.
"Gh!" she hissed through her teeth, fumbling a vial from her belt through extreme strain, her body resisted every single motion she forced it to make. Aurora’s potion stung her tongue as she downed it in one gulp. Cool clarity rushed through her skull, dousing the fever burning in her mind just enough to hold her together. Her pulse steadied, though each beat felt like a bruise deep in her ribs.
Reckless. Absolutely reckless. She knew this would cost her, and it did. But she had done it.
The bond flared hot. Jasmine’s gasp trembled down the tether.
<M-Mother...? You found her?!>
Blossom forced her body upright while wiping the blood from her lips. Her gaze snapped toward the direction of that tragic scent.
<Yes. She’s here.>
<!> Jasmine released a choked sob. Decades of miserable separation were only minutes away from finally ending. The nightmare was over. <Thank you, Blossom! Truly...>
<Blossom is doing this for her friend, not for gratitude.> Blossom reassured, already vaulting forward, body still trembling but unwilling to stop.
As she dashed across the city’s rooftops, a proud little laugh escaped the blond dogkin’s lips.
<Master!! Blossom thinks her reward should be upgraded! She not only wants to be held until she falls asleep but also showered in a million kisses at the same time! She deserves it because she did something very amazing right now! Blossom feels like she unlocked a new part of her brain!> ṝ𝐀ŊȫΒĘṢ
<Blossom...> Quinlan’s tone was not amused, not at all. <First of all, didn’t you just say you were doing it for your friend and not for gratitude?>
Blossom’s tail instantly froze. <M-Master! A friend’s gratitude is completely different from Master’s reward!! Don’t even compare them!!>
<Is that so...?> Normally, Quinlan would’ve laughed at her utterly adorable antics, but... <As I share your senses right now, I felt what you felt. If not for my primordial brain’s expanded capacity and Seraphiel’s healing, I would’ve fallen unconscious. You did something very reckless.>
<Ah!> Blossom just now realized what having [Overlord’s Eyes] be cast on her meant. <Blossom hurt Master...> Her rigid tail went limp instantly.
<Let’s focus on the part where you immobilized yourself in the capital teeming with enemies instead, shall we?>
Blossom puffed her cheeks out right before her lips formed a pout. Her little fangs peeked out as she kicked off another rooftop while muttering, <Master is being way too nosy today!>
Her ears shook with indignation, and her tail swished with exaggerated swings. She huffed, letting her perceived injustice roll off her tongue like an adorable sulk. It was not real anger—she was outright incapable of feeling true anger when it came to Quinlan—but it was definitely something distinctly Blossom.
Quinlan didn’t answer because back home, he was busy chuckling alongside his girls’ snickering jovially at Blossom’s utterly adorable display. Truly, she was a special person. The biggest airhead in the universe, and the sweetest soul in it, too.
But Blossom was already steadying herself again. Her breathing grew lighter, her blood thrummed steadier. The ache behind her eyes dulled, and her mind felt... sharper.
She soon realized something strange: the recovery wasn’t only Aurora’s potion. Even now, her thoughts were running cleaner, faster. It was as if she really had pried open some hidden corner of her brain, coaxed something dormant into life. "... Blossom is evolving?" she whispered to herself with a little grin, though she knew this was hardly the time for daydreaming.
The scent guided her straight to a weathered tavern tucked between narrow streets. The tragic miasma she followed poured from inside as if it were smoke leaking through the cracks of the old wood. Blossom crouched on a nearby platform, and her crystal blue eyes narrowed.
That was it. The scent’s heart. Jasmine’s mother.
Her being in a tavern made sense. Quinlan also agreed. The king’s men likely healed her until she was at least a bit stable and then let her go with a pity pouch of coins. The woman likely rented a room in this tavern, unsure what to do next.
Knowing the goal was in sight, Blossom looked around for possible troubles and when she found nothing, she sprang toward an open window, intending to slip in unseen.
Only for a hand to clamp down on her ankle mid-leap.
The grip was iron. Blossom’s pupils snapped wide open as her momentum was crushed like it never existed. She looked down, and all she saw was a female warrior dressed in ornate armor.
A royal guard.
And then the voice came.
"I can’t believe Her Majesty’s hunch was right... Someone truly came for that person."