Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 92 - 90- Arc 3

As the carriage resumed its journey, Zosia leaned back, her eyes closing momentarily. She needed to gather her thoughts and strength for the upcoming challenges. The imperial court was a battlefield of a different sort, one where words were as sharp as swords and alliances could be as fleeting as shadows.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the carriage approached the gates of the estate. The grand structure loomed ahead, its tall walls and guarded entrance a stark reminder of the power and prestige it represented. Zosia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next phase of her journey.

If Aaron saw the place, he would wonder how fast his brother moved from his former residence back to his estate.

Indeed, this was the Estate of the God of strategist.

The huge gates opened, letting them into the estate that had low-key luxury written everywhere.

Zosia was quite awed. Her gaze moved from one structure to another even taking note of areas that were guarded.

"No openings." She muttered under her breath. Her eyes flickered with some thoughts.

"My uncle sure is dangerous." Zosia thought, her lips curled up in a wicked smirk.

Now, she was looking forward to the training, more than ever.

"Princess, we are here."

The door to the carriage opened. Maritza and Evelyn came down first. Holding unto Evelyn's hand, she came down from the carriage.

"Follow me. My father is waiting for you in his study. Your maids can go to your room first." A young man in a wheelchair rolled towards them, his voice composed and steady.

Zosia nodded, her eyes briefly scanning the young man before her.

"Who would lead them?" Zosia asked.

"I will lead them to your room. You don't have to worry about that." The lady who stood behind the young man spoke.

Zosia glanced at the basket she had packaged as a gift and wondered if she should still carry it.

"Follow her, give me the basket."

Maritza nodded and handed the basket to Zosia before following behind the maid, who led the guards with their belongings in tow.

Zosia glanced at the young man, his presence exuded a quiet authority, despite his apparent physical limitations. She wondered how much influence he wielded in the estate and made a mental note to learn more about him.

"Lead the way," she said, her voice airy as always.

The young man nodded and began to roll ahead, guiding them through the intricate pathways of the estate.

As they walked, Zosia couldn't help but notice the meticulously maintained gardens and the subtle yet imposing architecture that surrounded them. Every corner seemed to speak of careful planning and strategic foresight.

"This estate is a fortress," she thought. "Every detail has been considered for both beauty and defense."

"If I was asked to infiltrate here, I don't think months of planning without an internal influence would be of any help." She thought.

Keish glanced at the princess whose eyes were scanning everywhere, even her measured footsteps could tell that she was being both alert and scouting the layout of the place.

Zosia's senses suddenly tingled, "Should I retaliate or dodge?" Just as she was thinking, volley of arrows came her way. Bending down, she dodged them by hair length, her eyes calm and steady throughout.

At the last arrow, she caught it between her fingers.

"Quite a welcome for a seven year old." She said calmly. A small smile hung on her lips.

"Cough.... " A burly man who was behind the pillar came out, "It's not what you think Princess. I just came back and didn't know you were here, this is just one of my training for Karl."

" I hope the Princess doesn't take offense." He gave a slight bow as he said.

"What did you call me?" Zosia asked as she scanned the arrow with analyze.

"Princess." The man replied, not feeling there was anything wrong.

The young man — Karl, sighed. He knew the burly man lost to the intelligence of a seven year old. He was quite surprised by her age though.

"You called me Princess, yet unaware I was coming. Or—" she was about to continue when Keisha nudged her.

Zosia turned to look at Keisha with a questioning look. They communicated through eye glances, not sure of what she communicated though, but she stopped pushing further.

"A Nice arrow. I will keep it." Zosia said and handed the arrow to Keisha who looked at her in confusion.

Why was he being handed the arrow? Since, when was he her attendant.

This little brat and her revenge.

"Quite sneaky." He muttered under his breath.

"Please lead the way or am i in for another surprise?" Zosia asked with a smile adorning her face.

Karl was unable to decide if she was angry or happy. He decided to go with angry.

Turning on his wheels, he couldn't help but admire her reflexes. His eyes flashed with a hint of competition.

Taking the lead, they reached a large wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. The young man paused and gestured towards it.

"You can go in, we would wait for you outside." Karl spoke.

Zosia nodded. With that, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Inside, the study was a haven of intellect and strategy. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books and scrolls that spoke of countless hours of study and contemplation.

At the center of the room, behind a grand desk, sat her uncle.

Funny enough, she didn't know how to address him, from what she had read about him. He was referred to as the God strategist.

Adrian looked up from his papers as she entered, his sharp eyes assessing her with a mix of curiosity and approval. He had gotten the results of Zariah's test before the reached his study, since they were following the long route.

"Zosia," he greeted, his voice smooth and controlled. "You can remove your veil."

Zosia removed the veil she had been putting on, revealing her face that still had the black marks, though the ones on her body are gone.

"You came faster than expected."

His gaze scanned the vein like marks on her face, "Just like brother said. A poison constitution." He though inwardly.

"I came as quickly as I could, Uncle," she replied, stepping forward. "Thank you for agreeing to train me." She said, dropping the basket in front of him.

"Your father gave you to give me?" He asked.

"No, just a gift of mine. I hope you appreciate it." Zosia replied with a smile.

"Sit." He gestured towards the seat in the room.

He stood up from his chair and sat opposite Zosia, "Are you afraid?" He asked while boiling water for tea. His hands moving in a fluid manner.

"No."

"That's good." He dropped the tea cup and relaxed on the chair, "Your Dad has been praising you, tell me what you want to learn?"

"My father didn't say much about what you could teach. I am sure being with you would expose me more to a vast expanse of new skills and knowledge." She said, her gaze on the books on the shelf.

"Just have a nice rest today. You wouldn't have such time after this." He poured tea into her tea cup.

"Drink some tea before you go."

"Thank you." Zosia picked up hers, "Am I not going to accept you as a master, like an apprentice or disciple ceremony?" She asked.

Adrian blew the steam coming from his cup as he stared at his brother's daughter.

"She does look calm." He commented inwardly.

"Is that what the gift is for?" He asked, taking a sip of the tea.

"No. It's a first time meeting gift."

"Don't worry about master-disciple stuff. You are not yet qualified." His words made Zosia raise an eyebrow.

Curling her lips, she muttered. "I see. Pardon me for my ignorance. I should go and start arranging my things to get ready for the training tomorrow." She stood up and courtesyed.

"Call Keish in on your way out." Adrian called out.

"She does have a temper. Quite bitchy like her mom." He muttered, the steam covering the emotions in his eyes like a haze.

After coming out of his shell, he had called back the members who had been with him through thick and thin and had been unwilling to leave to head back to their fortress.

So, finding out the recent information associated with the Imperial family was not hard. What struck him in the gut was the Empress cheating and seeing how his brother allowed his concubines to cuckold him, without him doing anything.

Just thinking about his reason made him sigh.

"Did he tell you to tell me anything?" Adrian said as he dropped the tea cup.

After they finished discussing, Keish left and Karl entered.

"Father." He called out as he wheeled himself into the room.

His eyes scanned his adopted son, "If his body could evolve like hers, it would be a good thing if it could free him from the pain." He thought Inwardly.

"What do you think about the Princess?"

"Quite arrogant. But she knows her stuff."

"Okay."

He gently opened the tightly sealed basket.

"A bunch of tea leaves."

Karl noticed that the basket was the one Zosia was carrying. Seems like she brought gift.

Looking at the tea leaves, he wondered if the Emperor was the one behind the idea of the gift? It didn't look like it or is there a reason behind the tea leaves.

"Have you sent her to her room?" He asked, closing the basket.

"Yes I have."

"How is your study going?" Adrian asked as he stood up, going back to the chair he was sitting down on before he had to attend to his guests.

"It's been going fine."

"She would join you for your training and from there I will sketch out a training plan for her. You can go."

Karl nodded and rolled himself out. Making sure to close the door behind him.

"Tomorrow would sure be interesting." He muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing with a competitive glint.

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