The Savior Says She's Having a Breakdown - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Descendants of Nuwa? (Part 1)
The clothes were not difficult to wear, but the lavish European court style made Feng Qingyu feel extremely awkward, especially the floor-length skirt, which severely hampered her walking speed!
“Five minutes.” Maggie, sitting in the conference room, looked extremely displeased.
“Your technology is so advanced, don’t you have simpler clothes? The set you made me wear to blend in with the crowd earlier seemed fine. Heaven knows how much effort I expended just to avoid falling on the way here! It’s already good that I made it in five minutes. How can you still be so demanding…” Feng Qingyu rushed in, clutching her skirt and keeping her head down. She sat down opposite Maggie and only then realized that Maggie was not the only one in the conference room. She was instantly startled, “Why are there so many people?”
The brown-haired, squinting-eyed beauty sitting to Maggie’s left looked at her, struggling to hold back a laugh. “Hello, Miss from Earth. Nice to meet you. I am Hena, the Captain of Her Highness Maggie’s Guard Team.”
“Her Highness?”
“Yes, please allow me to formally introduce you. The person sitting next to me is the First Heir to the Throne of Planet Alpha, and also the Commander of Planet Alpha’s strongest legion, the Rose Legion, Her Highness Maggie.”
“You still have a monarchy?”
Maggie didn’t know why her tone carried such strong surprise and disdain, and she didn’t care to know. She just wanted to find a solution to their desperate situation as quickly as possible, so she said coldly: “Less nonsense. You just need to tell us how your ancestor managed to give life to mud figures.”
“I wish I knew!” Feng Qingyu was furious and really wanted to bang on the table and shout, “You idiot,” but restrained herself due to the formidable combat power of the people in front of her. She swallowed her anger and patiently explained, “In the eyes of us Earth people, ‘Nüwa creating humans’ is an fabricated ‘mythological legend,’ just a story! None of us believe we are made of clay, and no one delves into why she could grant life to clay. Even the fact that I’m a descendant of Nüwa was told to me by you. Do you think it’s possible for me to know more than you do?”
“That’s true,” the blonde woman sitting to Maggie’s right pondered and suggested, “Or perhaps Her Highness could consider using force directly. I found in some works by Earth people that although they are very fragile, they can often unleash immense energy when facing mortal danger.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyu thought: As expected, a rotten beam makes for a crooked pillar. A princess who believes in mythological legends and a subordinate who believes in movies and TV shows are quite a match.
“Fiona, don’t scare her.” Hena noticed Feng Qingyu’s expression turning ugly, assuming she was afraid, and felt a bit sorry. “Your Highness, this subordinate believes we should consider this a long-term plan.”
“Long-term?” Fiona looked as if she had heard a huge joke. “Hena, put away your useless pity! Right now, the people on our planet are facing extinction. Do you have the leisure to worry about whether an Earth person is scared or not?”
“Fiona, as the Vice Captain of Her Highness’s Guard Team, you’d better quickly learn to be calm.” Hena was very dissatisfied with her words and said coldly, “Her Highness searched for three whole years outside and only found this glimmer of hope on Earth. If you scare her to death, we will truly have no hope left!”
“Enough,” Maggie interrupted their argument, having watched long enough. “I have my own plan. Since she can’t say anything, send her directly to the glass room and let the experiment begin.”
Hearing Maggie’s decree, Hena sighed, raised her arm, and waved to the guard team behind her, indicating for them to take Feng Qingyu out.
“Where are you taking me? Hey! Hey!” Feng Qingyu’s heart panicked when she heard “experiment,” but she was forcibly dragged away, leaving miserable cries in the large corridor. “You thugs! Bandits! Interstellar scoundrels!”
The door closed again, leaving only Maggie and her three confidantes in the conference room.
Hena, Captain of the Guard Team and Vice Captain of the Royal Guard, said: “Her Highness Barbara must have realized she was tricked today. She certainly won’t let this go in the coming days. What does Your Highness intend to do?”
“What’s there to ‘intend’?” Fiona, as the Captain of the Royal Guard, was always eager for a fight. “Let her come if she wants. If she really wants a fight, our Royal Guard will happily accommodate. A few people have been complaining to me recently that they’re bored because there aren’t any fights.”
Yuna, as the Vice Commander of the Rose Legion, had followed Maggie to conquer many war-torn planets. Having experienced real war, she was very dissatisfied with Fiona’s attitude of looking for trouble and couldn’t help but scoff: “If you really love fighting, why don’t you go stay with the legion for two months and try it out?”
“Yuna! What time is it now, why are you still acting up?” Although Hena was scolding Yuna, Fiona knew that she was the main culprit who angered the squinting-eyed woman, who was more trusted by Maggie than herself.
“Whether Barbara comes or not, you must guard the secret chamber well. No one is allowed to approach, and that Earth person is certainly not allowed to run out.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Guarding the glass room was the responsibility of the Royal Guard, so Fiona and Hena naturally had a duty to perform.
The glass room was located inside Maggie’s secret chamber and was a room within a room. The five-meter-square space had glass on all sides and the top, with no visible seams, appearing to be crafted from a single piece of glass. There was only one skylight for ventilation and a door firmly guarded by attendants.
Feng Qingyu, brought to the glass room, did not see any strange instruments or strange people, which relieved her.
Sitting on the small stool in the room, Feng Qingyu recalled the conversation she had overheard and began to analyze the current situation: she was currently being treated as the sole hope for saving this planet, and her status was crucial for the time being. They would surely consider the future of the planet before taking any action. She could totally use this to negotiate terms with them and didn’t need to be too anxious.
Thinking this, Feng Qingyu relaxed and began to look around the small glass room.
In the middle of the room was a low table, stacked with several basins of fine yellow clay and many buckets of clear water. These were clearly the materials for her to mold mud figures. Since she was already locked in, she might as well give it a try. After all… she was idle anyway. It was like going back to kindergarten to play with playdough.
However, the wide sleeves were indeed cumbersome. Feng Qingyu helplessly walked to the door and said to the impassive guards: “Even if you want me to work, you should give me a more convenient outfit, right? Look at what kind of clothes these are!”
Hena had just walked in and heard Feng Qingyu chattering endlessly at the unmoving attendants. Afraid that Maggie would come and get angry, she quickly stepped forward and asked: “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Regarding the squinting-eyed woman, Feng Qingyu inferred based on her decades of anime-watching experience—squinting-eyes are all monsters. Before she knew her enemy and herself, she needed to bide her time. Thinking this, she sighed and said: “Since things have come to this, even if I don’t know how, I have to try. But, I can’t possibly wear this to play with mud, can I?”
Looking at the wide sleeves waving in front of her, Hena thought her request was reasonable, so she nodded: “Take Miss Feng Qingyu to change clothes. If Her Highness asks, tell her I agreed.”
“Thank you.”
“But I must still advise you not to try any small tricks. With the ability of an Earth person, you cannot defeat an Alpha native, let alone Her Highness Maggie’s Guard Team.”
“You’re overthinking. I’m just a kidnapped hostage right now, and I don’t know when I’ll be torn up for ransom. Where would I get the guts to play tricks?” Before finding a way to escape, she must lower the vigilance of the kidnappers, and to lower their vigilance, she must first acknowledge her subordinate and timid position.
Feng Qingyu, who returned after changing clothes, was finally rid of the pale pink color, and her mood improved slightly. So much so that when she saw Maggie in the room, she could look at her directly—it must be said that by Earth standards, Maggie’s appearance was exquisite and transcendent. Her defined features and fair skin were comparable to some top-tier female celebrities. Unfortunately, she was a cold-blooded bandit.
“Ten hours a day,” Maggie said to everyone present, leaning against the back of her princess chair with one leg crossed over the other, playing with the ring on her finger. “Except for eating, sleeping, and going to the restroom, no matter the reason, she is not allowed to leave this place during other times.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Thug!” Feng Qingyu was escorted into the glass room, still cursing under her breath. “Bandit! Interstellar scoundrel!”
Perhaps having checked what “bandit” and “thug” meant on Earth, Maggie finally responded this time: “As long as it can save my planet, I don’t mind being a bandit and a thug.”