KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess Chapter 102: [102] A Goddess By Any Other Name

Calypso opened her eyes to a ceiling she didn’t recognize. Ornate wooden beams stretched above her, carved with intricate patterns of flas and stars. Her head throbbed with a pain that made her want to sink back into unconsciousness. She tried to lift her hand to massage her temples, but her limbs felt like they were made of lead.

"She’s awake!" a female voice exclaid nearby. "Quick, tell the Chamberlain!"

Calypso turned her head slightly, wincing at the movent. Three young won in simple woolen dresses with embroidered hems hovered near her bedside. Their expressions shifted from concern to relief as they saw her eyes open.

"Lady Selene, thank the Eternal Fla you’ve returned to us," said the tallest of them, a girl with copper-colored braids wrapped around her head. "We feared the worst."

Lady Selene? Calypso tried to speak, but her throat felt like sandpaper. One of the other maids, noticing her struggle, quickly poured water from a silver pitcher into a matching cup and held it to her lips.

"Slowly, my lady," the maid cautioned. "You’ve been fevered for days."

The water tasted strange—slightly tallic with hints of herbs—but it soothed her parched throat. After several sips, Calypso found her voice.

"Where am I?" she asked, her words coming out as a croak.

The maids exchanged worried glances.

"You’re in your chambers in Heartho, my lady," said the third maid, a plump girl with rosy cheeks. "Don’t you rember?"

Calypso tried to sit up, and this ti the maids hurried to assist her, arranging pillows behind her back. The room ca into fuller view—spacious and warm, with tapestries depicting flas and battles hanging on stone walls. A fire crackled in a hearth large enough for a person to stand in.

"Heartho," Calypso repeated. "And you think I’m... Lady Selene?"

The copper-haired maid’s eyes widened. "The fever must have affected your mory, my lady. I’ll fetch Mistress Agna at once."

As she hurried from the room, Calypso’s thoughts raced. The last thing she rembered was being at Mount Eddy with Xavier and the others, watching the gate expand and pull them in. Then there had been that strange ssage about Frostfall...

"Xavier," she said suddenly, causing the remaining maids to jump. "Where is Xavier?"

The two won looked at each other in confusion.

"I don’t know any Xavier, my lady," said the plump maid. "Is he one of the guards?"

"Or perhaps a visitor from another hold?" suggested the other.

Calypso’s heart sank. If they didn’t know Xavier, that ant they were separated. Could he be...

She pushed the thought away. No, Xavier was alive. She would have felt it if he weren’t.

"What happened to ?" she asked, changing tack.

The plump maid busied herself with straightening the bedcovers. "You collapsed during the Midwinter Council three days ago, my lady. The High Burner himself carried you to your chambers. You’ve been burning with fever since then."

"The healers tried everything," added the other maid. "But nothing worked until that woman ca—the one with the strange accent. She did sothing with herbs and light, and your fever broke last night."

The door opened again. The copper-haired maid returned, followed by an older woman with steel-gray hair pulled back in a bun. Her dress was darker than the maids’, with a silver key hanging from her belt.

"Leave us," the older woman commanded, and the three maids curtseyed before filing out.

When the door closed, the woman approached Calypso’s bedside.

"So, you’ve forgotten who you are, have you?" she asked without preamble.

"I know exactly who I am," Calypso replied, straightening her spine despite the pain in her head. "But it seems there’s been so confusion."

The woman’s expression remained impassive. "I am Mistress Agna, Chamberlain of your household. I have served the won of your line for forty years. Whatever na you choose to call yourself now, you are Lady Selene of House Flaheart, niece to the High Burner of Heartho."

Calypso stared at her, trying to process this information. "That’s impossible. I’m not from this place at all. I ca through a gate. My friends and I were pulled through."

Agna’s eyebrows rose slightly. "A gate? Like the old stories?" She shook her head. "The fever has given you strange dreams, my lady. You were born in this very keep nineteen sumrs ago. Your mother was the High Burner’s sister."

"Was?"

"She passed five winters past."

Calypso closed her eyes, trying to think. Sothing was very wrong here. She wasn’t Lady Selene, whoever that was. She was Calypso, Goddess of Reincarnation, currently stuck in mortal form and bound to Xavier Valentine.

Xavier. She needed to find him.

"The healer who helped ," she said, opening her eyes again. "I want to see her."

Agna nodded. "She’s still in the keep. I’ll send for her."

"And I need information about Heartho. Maps, histories—anything that might help ... rember."

If Agna found this request suspicious, she didn’t show it. "Of course, my lady. The fever has clearly confused you. I’ll have the library send up so suitable materials."

"Thank you," Calypso said, trying to sound appropriately regal. "And could I have sothing to eat? I’m starving."

This, at least, seed to please Agna. "A good sign. I’ll have the kitchens prepare sothing suitable for soone recovering from illness."

After Agna left, Calypso gingerly swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her body felt weak but functional. She was wearing a long nightgown of soft white fabric, embroidered with the sa fla motif she’d seen throughout the room.

She stood carefully, waiting for the dizziness to pass before making her way to a window. Drawing back heavy curtains, she gasped at the view.

Spread below her was a city unlike anything she’d seen at catalyst. Stone buildings with steep roofs clustered around a central plaza where a massive fire burned in a structure resembling a cathedral. Beyond the city walls, snow-covered mountains rose against a gray sky. But most striking was the enormous volcano looming over everything, its peak wreathed in smoke.

"Welco to Frostfall," she murmured, recalling the ssage they’d received as they fell through the gate.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Enter," she called, turning from the window.