I Died and Became a Chapter 495 495: [Identity: Warren]

Six days of travel had passed without incident.

The journey from the Kaiser estate toward Lyra's shrine followed well-maintained roads through forests and rolling hills, passing through small villages where the carriage stopped briefly for supplies before continuing.

The guards at the helm maintained vigilance, their eyes scanning the treeline for bandits or wild animals that might threaten their charges.

Inside the carriage, an uneasy rhythm had developed.

Rhys spent most of his ti staring out the window, watching the countryside pass with the interest of soone who'd spent their childhood locked away.

Slyph hovered near his shoulder, her green aura providing soft light when the forest canopy blocked the sun.

Father Caelen maintained his contemplative silence, occasionally offering observations about the religious significance of landmarks they passed, but otherwise content to let the journey unfold without unnecessary conversation.

Lyra sat across from Jack, her bow resting beside her, her expression carrying the peace of soone experiencing freedom for the first ti in years.

As the days went by, she beca more at ease, and the continuous strain she had felt around Aurelius slowly transford into a sense of tranquility.

And Jack fought a constant battle with the bracelet.

Each day exacerbated the situation. The heightened allure did not diminish with increased familiarity; instead, it intensified, escalating to a point where even routine interactions beca overwhelming.

Lyra shifting position to get comfortable. The way sunlight caught in her braid when she leaned toward the window. That fitted waistband emphasized the curve of her waist.

Jack had taken to sitting with his eyes closed for extended periods, claiming it was ditation, when really he was avoiding looking Lyra directly in the eye.

It helped, but only marginally. The bracelet's influence perated everything, turning a simple escort mission into an endurance test of willpower.

"We're approaching Millhaven," one of the guards called from the helm. "We should arrive within the hour. Do you want to stop for supplies and rest, my lord?"

Jack opened his eyes, grateful for the distraction. "Yes. We'll stop for a few hours. Restock provisions, let everyone stretch their legs."

Rhys perked up at the ntion of stopping. "Thank the gods. I love carriages in theory, but six days of sitting is making

understand why Father Caelen ditates so much."

"ditation serves many purposes beyond alleviating boredom," Father Caelen replied mildly. "Though I won't deny that the journey has been... lengthy."

Lyra smiled, her expression transforming her features. "I find the travel quite agreeable. It offers a sense of tranquility. There are no demands placed upon , no tasks requiring completion... just a peaceful existence."

The wistfulness in her voice was impossible to miss. Jack's jaw tightened as he processed the implications.

That simply existing without being treated as a tool was noteworthy enough to ntion said everything about how Aurelius treated his subordinate Chosen.

'Aurelius, I'll deal with you another day. And Lyra will be free to do as she pleases.'

"You'll have ti at the shrine, and then two weeks to return," Jack reminded her. "Complete freedom to pray, to connect with Artemis, to do whatever you need without anyone interfering."

Lyra's eyes showed gratitude that transcended words. "I know. Thank you, Jack. For everything."

The bracelet pulsed with warmth at her smile, and Jack forced himself to look away, focusing on the passing landscape as Millhaven ca into view.

The town, though modest in size, was remarkably prosperous. Its three hundred inhabitants resided in structures that reflected superior craftsmanship and consistent upkeep.

At the heart of the town, a central square served as a vibrant marketplace where vendors offered a variety of produce, textiles, and essential provisions.

A prominent inn occupied a corner of the square, its distinctive sign featuring a slumbering feline, called The Sleeping Feline.

The carriage stopped near the market square, and the guards began the process of unhitching the horses for rest and water.

Jack stepped out first, his boots hitting cobblestone as he stretched muscles that had grown stiff from days of sitting.

Rhys erged next, imdiately moving through a series of stretches. Slyph had been coaching him on maintaining flexibility during extended travel.

Father Caelen descended with grace, his eyes already tracking toward what looked like a small temple. But then again, there was a bar next to it, so who knows.

And Lyra stepped down last, her bow secured across her back, her expression showing wonder at the simple normalcy of the town.

Freedom manifested in the ability to walk through a market without purpose or urgency.

"We have three hours," Jack announced. "Gather whatever supplies you need, rest, and eat if you're hungry. et back at the carriage when the church bell rings twice."

The group dispersed. Father Caelen went toward the temple, Rhys and Slyph toward what looked like a bookshop, and Lyra into the market with the cautious steps of soone unused to browsing without supervision.

Jack moved through the market, his eyes scanning the available goods.

Most of the townspeople gave him respectful distance. His noble clothing and obvious wealth marked him as soone deserving deference, even if they didn't recognize his specific family.

He purchased traveling rations to replace the supplies they'd consud over the past six days.

Added dical supplies to their stocks. Acquired a few luxury items. Dried fruit, preserved at, and a bottle of wine would make evening als more pleasant.

The bracelet pulsed constantly as he moved through the crowd, reacting to every woman who passed within his field of vision.

Amplifying attraction to the rchant's daughter who sold him bread. The innkeeper's wife, who recomnded local honey. Even the mature woman who offered directions to the best provisions shop.

It was exhausting, this constant bombardnt of artificially enhanced desire. Jack found himself longing for the simplicity of Tartarus Spire, where threats were straightforward, and combat didn't require fighting his own body's responses.

He was loading his purchases into the carriage when movent at the market's edge caught his attention.

An older man had approached Rhys.

The stranger appeared elderly. Seeming about seventy years old, with white hair, a weathered face, and the stooped posture of soone whose body had been worn down by decades of hard living.

He wore simple traveler's clothes that had seen better days, and he leaned heavily on a walking stick to get around.

But Jack's enhanced perception noticed details that didn't quite fit.

The way the older man moved despite the stooped posture.

There was strength there, carefully hidden but present in the controlled precision of each step.

The walking stick was too well-balanced; its weight distribution was for combat, not for walking.

And the man's eyes, despite his age, seed very interested in Rhys.

Jack subtly shifted his hand towards the location where his weaponry would materialize from system storage, maintaining a casual deanor while his focus intensified.

'Who is that old man? He does not look like he's worn down from age. System, who is he?'

[....]

[Identity: Warren]

[Affinity: Water]

[Age: 92]

[....]

[Unknown. No further information available.]

'You're telling

that old due is 92? He barely looks 70. He must be in incredible shape for his age to appear old but have a strong body.'