Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 155 - 153- ARC 5

Aleron who had noticed her sinster smile could guess what was in her mind.

He had known about Elara's daughter death and was the one who had gathered the evidence and sent them to the assistant who was busy trying to save his neck.

The person who had killed Elara's daughter was still her ex-husband whom she had entrusted the child to.

And the man wasn't done with his destruction. He didn't see eye to eye with Lucien, so he decided to kill his daughter using a monster to make Elara reveal any secret she knew of Lucien, then he could use the secret to hold Lucien by the throat.

Elara hadn't even been dealt with completely but he was already swallowing her business and properties.

He didn't even spare the assistant. He felt that the assistant should know many secrets and with him being hidden very well by Elara under many layers of assistant, the more he wants the assistant.

The assistant with Aleron's help, was able to meet Elara one more time.

"Tell me everything." Elara said not minding the kind of place she currently was.

"The person who orchestrated the killing was your ex-husband and he has already absorbed most of the business and properties. He is not even sparing me and wants me to work for him..." The assistant described everything vividly and Elara who had been confident that the culprit was Lucien became stunned.

"He... How... How could he? She is also his child." Elara felt that she was going crazy.

When she had looked at the crowd today, she had not seen him either.

"Mr. Lucien and Mr. Aleron said that you shouldn't involve them in whatever skewed plan you are planning. Since he has already tried to keep me alive and he mentioned something that I am really confused about." The assistant said, a hint of confusion clouding his features.

"He said since he has already preserved me, your first child, he has already helped enough and the life owing grace you feel they owe you is settled.

But, how am I your child?" The assistant heart thundered as he spoke.

Hearing his words, Elara eyes shrunk in fear.

'No wonder they weren't afraid of me. They had another place to hold me. Besides, the only thing I know about them was that I rescued them from the areas around the oblivion.

It was nothing since they could have still crawled out by themselves, but she just had to use it to make a mountain out of it.'

Elara became weak, not knowing how to answer.

After a moment of silence and after her son had regained his composure, she began to speak.

"Indeed you are my son. I had you before I had Mina..." She began to tell him the full story.

She also told him all the secrets she knew and where the evidences are.

"Meet Aleron. He would help you wash this identity and give you a new one to be able to combat for what is left. Don't let that man take everything.

Tell Aleron that I will carry the secret to my grave and would not speak about it. It would die with me and no one else knows."

Indeed apart from her, no one else knows that they are brothers nor that they were from the oblivion which was why they had somehow catered to her wishes.

Elara didn't also tell her son this secret and neither did he ask. Since, if that secret was used in exchange to protect his life, he was better off not knowing it.

After he left, Elara was taken to a room where her powers were quickly stripped off, but being someone with a higher level of power, it took a few days and within these few days, a lot of power change had happened in the Soul world.

The chamber where Elara was held during the stripping process was dark and quiet.

Thick runes lined the walls, glowing faintly as they pulled power from her body bit by bit.

Every passing hour made her feel lighter, weaker. It was as if pieces of her soul were being peeled away.

The process was painful—more painful than she had imagined.

Her body trembled. Her lips cracked. Her once brilliant soul energy turned dull and thin, like a dying candle in the wind.

But she said nothing.

She didn't scream.

She didn't beg.

She simply watched the light fade from her hands, her fingers shaking, her breath shallow.

She had accepted her fate. All that remained now was to finish what she had started through her son.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her two daughter's face. Their laughter and smile with their soft voice calling for her. The memories made her heart ache in ways no power could fix.

At night, in the corner of her cell, she wept silently.

But in the day, she wore the same calm face, the same sharp eyes, like someone who had nothing left to lose—and maybe she didn't.

When the final day of power extraction came, her body was too weak to stand. The guards had to carry her to the chamber. Her long black hair was now streaked with grey. Her skin had lost its glow.

Still, her back was straight, and her eyes cold.

Aleron arrived during the final hour of the stripping.

He didn't say a word as he entered. Just stood at the door, arms crossed, watching the process.

Elara looked at him, then gave a weak nod.

After everyond had left, leaving both of them in the cell alone, she finally spoke.

"Did he leave?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," Aleron replied. "He left two days ago. I gave him the new identity, just like you asked. He's already begun moving."

Elara closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"Good… then I can rest."

Aleron walked closer and looked down at her. His face was calm, but there was something sharp behind his eyes.

"You're lucky," he said quietly. "If not for that son, I would have let them tear your soul apart."

Elara gave a faint smile.

"I know."

"You've caused too much damage, Elara. But I'll keep your secret—because he doesn't deserve to pay for your sins."

She looked up at him, her gaze distant. "I know," she said again.

Then, with a faint breath, she added, "Thank you."

Aleron didn't respond. He turned and walked out, the door closing behind him with a deep thud.

The room fell quiet again, the runes humming low as they completed the process.

Elara lay on the cold floor, her body now just a shell of what it used to be. The once powerful lady of the soul world had become a shadow of her former self.

A few hours later, the guards came for her.

They brought her to the edge of the Oblivion gate—a massive black void surrounded by silent watchers.

One of the judges stepped forward.

"Elara, for your crimes, you are to be cast into the Oblivion, never to return."

No one cried. No one objected.

She stood there, weak and pale, and smiled for the last time.

But this time, there was no sinisterness. No hate.

Only peace.

She looked up at the sky one last time and whispered, "Daughters… I'm coming."

Then, without resistance, she stepped into the void.

The gate closed behind her with a loud, final sound.

And with that, Elara disappeared.

But not her story.

Because far away, in the shadows of the Soul World, a young man had begun his quiet war to reclaim what had been stolen.

And through him—Elara's legacy would live on.

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This episode wasn't known to Zosia who was currently sitting in the hall with the host mother and brother.

Genevieve eyes were red as she had just finished crying.

"It's good you are alive. It's good." Those were the words Genevieve had been saying for a while, despite the ache in her heart.

Her son had lost his cultivation and even his leg was almost destroyed in the process.

"Then, your father?" Genevieve asked tentatively.

She hoped to see her husband's body one last time and bury it, so that she could leave in piece.

Zaphir took the chance to explain what had happened, how he had escaped and where he had buried their father.

"I have already sent Argon with some people to Bezhou. So, father's body should be here in a month or two." Zosia said calmly.

Genevieve sighed. She was lucky to have such understanding children. "Your brother's leg. When would he start treatment?"

"Today. Everything would soon be arranged and by the time father's body gets here, brother should be able to stand on his own." Zosia paused, her eyes watching the expression on their face, "Brother's cultivation can also begin a month after the treatment.

Since, he has once gone through the process of cultivating, it wouldn't take much time and he should be able to regain his former cultivation in about half a year to a year." Zosia added.

"That's good." Genevieve said with a smile, her eyes filled with hope and joy.

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