Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 146: The Blind Heiress

Jax chuckled softly as he took a better look at her. In front of him stood a young maiden of unusual beauty. Even though she wore a simple cloak covering her body, it couldn’t hide the voluptuousness of her figure: large, firm breasts and round hips that stood out even beneath the fabric. Her golden hair fell like a halo over her shoulders, and her blindness only seed to highlight the serene mystery of her face.

"Why are you alone in this forest?" Jax asked in a deep voice, raising a brow. "I can’t sense anyone else nearby. Traveling without escorts is suicide."

The young woman lowered her head for a mont, then lifted it again with calm resolve, as if his words had stirred a painful mory.

"They betrayed us," she answered firmly, though her voice trembled slightly. "Our soldiers fled, abandoning us to our fate. My uncle secretly hired them... he planned it all. He wants to steal the position of governor of Luria, the largest port city in the region."

The butler, still weak but standing thanks to Jax’s healing, nodded in confirmation.

The young woman continued, her voice filled with contained bitterness.

"I am my father’s rightful heir. He passed away not long ago, and my uncle always sought to manipulate because of my blindness. He thought I would be easy to bend... but I never allowed it. When he realized he couldn’t control , he decided to have killed. This ambush was his final attempt."

Jax narrowed his eyes, listening intently. The maiden, with almost supernatural calm, clenched her hands over her cloak as she went on.

"We only have one day to reach Luria. If we fail, my uncle will be nad governor. He gathered all those loyal to my father and , but one by one they died... and those who didn’t, ran away. Only my butler remained by my side, even at the risk of losing his life."

The old man lowered his head in sorrow, leaning on his makeshift staff. Yet his gaze still shone with determination to protect her until the very end.

Jax observed her in silence, intrigued. It was not common for soone to speak with such serenity after such vile betrayal.

He looked straight into her blind eyes and smiled calmly.

"Then it seems the god of dreams himself has sent here to bring justice and rcy," he said solemnly. "Tell , maiden, do you believe in the god of dreams?"

She lowered her head and answered honestly.

"I am a believer of the god of the ocean... I had never heard of the god of dreams."

Jax didn’t flinch. Instead, he raised his voice like a seasoned preacher, each word carrying authority and fervor.

"The god of dreams is the one who makes the impossible co true. He is the sovereign of the gods, the one who guides hidden destinies, who plants hope in the hearts of the righteous and condemns traitors. Before him there are no limits, for his power crosses worlds, seas, and skies. If you believe in him, maiden, there will be no impossibilities in your life."

His words pierced straight into her heart. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, eyes brimming with tears. She clasped her hands tightly, and with trembling lips, began to pray.

"Great god of dreams... if you truly exist, hear this servant of yours. I beg for rcy, not for myself, but for my people. Return to what belongs to my family, do not allow my uncle to steal the inheritance of my parents. I beg you for justice, oh sovereign god, do not let the blood of my murdered parents go unpunished. Give strength to avenge them and protect my people... and if it is your will, let fulfill my destiny."

The wind whispered through the trees as if responding to her plea. But no one heard her prayer—no one but Jax, who through the divine connection could hear her thoughts, her desires, her pain. Deep within, the clone felt that newborn faith binding to him like an invisible thread, strengthening him.

Jax leaned toward the maiden, gently took her arm, and helped her to her feet.

"The god of dreams has heard you," he declared solemnly. "He tells he demands justice for the murder of your parents."

He then recited part of her secret prayer as he broke a piece of bread and handed it to her. She took it with trembling hands, while her butler looked at her in shock.

"My lady... that is exactly what you prayed in your heart," he said in disbelief.

The clone of Jax let out a calm laugh.

"I told you. I am the envoy of the god of dreams. There are no secrets before my god."

With steady steps, Jax extended his hand toward the maiden.

"Eat the bread. It is divine, priceless. I have received the command of the god of the heavens to protect you—he has plans for you..."

The maiden ate the bread amidst her tears, thanking the god of dreams under her breath.

"Let us go, I will escort you and help you in this mission."

The butler stepped forward.

"Allow to carry her to save ti, my lord."

But Jax stopped him with a gesture, fixing his gaze on the maiden.

"If you believe, it will happen. Ask the god of dreams to restore your carriage and revive your horses."

The servant’s eyes widened in shock.

"But my lord, that’s impossible... death cannot be reversed."

Before he could finish, the maiden interrupted with a firm voice. She dropped to her knees again, pressing her forehead against the damp earth, and prayed with all her soul.

"Oh great god of dreams... sovereign of the impossible, hear this prayer. I beg you to return life to those unjustly taken. Restore my path, revive the horses that fell under the fury of the orcs, repair this shattered carriage so that we may fulfill the destiny that awaits us. If you do this, I will proclaim your na and never doubt your power."

Jax smiled, silently invoking part of the power that flowed from her newborn faith. A silvery glow descended like a veil over the wreckage of the carriage. The splintered planks began to vibrate, bent iron stretched and welded itself, broken wheels rose from the ground and spun anew.

At the sa ti, the horses’ bodies—split in half by orcish axes—began to nd. Flesh sealed as if ti itself rewound, bones snapped back into place, and their lifeless eyes regained their light. Within seconds, the animals neighed loudly, alive and whole once again, shaking their manes as if awakening from a deep slumber.

The butler collapsed to his knees, pale.

"Im... impossible..." he muttered in a broken voice.

The maiden, tears streaming down her cheeks as she heard the sound of the horses neighing, could only whisper:

"It’s... a miracle."