Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 109: Arc 3, - 19: Invisible Getaway

Their bags packed onto the back, a secluded spot that would continue forward on the road to Galuvit Town and horses raring to go.

Asobi took her wand out, "Faded by sunlight, come forth my twilight, shine upon this cart against the searing rays, may you be unseen and keep prying eyes at bay!" cloaking the entire cart, from luggage to horses in a dome.

Now, the sunlight did not cast a shadow on their carriage, while the sound of horse tails brushing and feet clopping came from nowhere.

"Do you need to say some random shit like that every time you cast?" Fumeko grumbled.

"Of course I do! I have to add flair for the performance. You know? Pizzazz? That little something that makes everything go, POP! Aren’t you caught in a web of awe when I announce the tricks to-"

"Okay! I get it! I’m sorry I asked..."

"So, this is how we’re taking the normal path without running into the police, the defence force or the Royal Guard?" two cat ears poked out from the dome.

"There’s a good amount of power abuse at play here. We shouldn’t even be stopped by them since we’re using private means of travel, after such short notice of a travel ban.

There’s time for regulations, even if it’s an emergency. Especially when its from coming from a place of civil power," Hotaru checked along the map.

"Excuse me! Can you move the carriage just a teensy-weensy bit please?" Asobi requested. Aviv nodded, recoiling his head back under the dome as Asobi pointed at the carriage with her wand in both hands.

The sound of the cart shifting reverberated; Asobi’s arm shifted to the left, one of her jade-green eyes closed and she stuck her tongue out. The trail left in the dirt behind, she covered up. "All good!"

"Great, the faster we can get out of here, the further we are from the rogue battalion," Jotou sighed.

"Uh, we can’t go very fast, my illusion can’t keep up," Asobi twiddled her thumbs.

"What? Why?" Fumeko knitted her brows, going over the covered trail.

"I have to keep making up illusions along the way of every grass patch, every shadow, every road, keep an eye on the clouds and also, cover our tracks. Jotou said completely invisible, right?"

Fumeko wiped sweat dripping down her forehead, "Well, why don’t you just make the damn cart and horses invisible? We’re not looking for some complicated performance." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I am!"

One of Hotaru’s ears bent, "Wait, Asobi, you can cast illusion magic, correct?"

"Yes!"

"So, you can cast the expert level spell, ’invisibility’, correct?"

Asobi tilted her head, "There’s a spell for that...? Hm! The more you know!" she beamed.

"What?" Jotou knitted her brows, "Every time you go invisible, or make something invisible, you’re actively tracking it?"

"Well duh silly!"

"What about when you change my appearance and I go really far away?"

"Or that time you were a lamp when we were playing hide and seek?"

Fumeko glanced to the redhead, "Playing hide and seek?"

"Shush," Hotaru pointed without a glance.

"The lamp, I make anything out of place invisible-"

"By that you mean, you make everything you don’t want to be seen, into the background?" Fumeko corrected.

"Yes! And then I cover myself to look like a lamp so some of my body is invisible. For hair colour changes, makeup, shoes, I just concentrate REALLY hard on the person and the illusion stays!

For just objects, it’s... much harder if I have to cover them while moving." Asobi pointed her wand elsewhere, "So, Master Zayexiwovu doesn’t have any props; I just make the props instead."

She made another cart with horses and moved it around at the speed she desired, mimicking the gallops and making the ground invisible wherever the horses step and wheels rolled to make those marks.

"If something isn’t moving, I can also concentrate really hard and as long as nothing changes in that area, it doesn’t matter how far I am; as long as I remember, but I always do!" Asobi poked her head.

"Asobi, in the past- or in the future that doesn’t exist? Whatever; you said you could tell me all your spells."

"Ooo! Sure, I can name all of them! Bubbling Butterflies, Dazzling Outburst, Shimmering Shower, Glitter Burst, Smoky Shadow, Copy Me, Fumeko Masquerade-"

"Hang on," Hotaru halted, "How do you cast those?"

"Well, I think of the spell and light it up right out of my imagination! A magician never reveals her secrets, but... for new spells, I make the spell on the spot and ta-da! I have a new spell!"

"Those are all... different names for the same spell? Aren’t they? I thought you had an entire arsenal of changing the colours or hiding something," Hotaru’s ears bristled, her voice going higher and higher, like her world just shattered.

"Aren’t all illusions supposed to be different?" Jotou raised a brow.

"No, I mean, surely the spell is just, create illusion or something; these are just, nicknames for specific patterns of light."

"Sobi, name spells that you can cast and we know to be real spells..." Fumeko narrowed her eyes.

"Well..." Asobi put her fingers out, "There’s blinding light, which you taught me. Then there’s light, which you said I’ve really practiced and use to light stuff up... Then... there’s the thing I do with sound..."

"The thing, you do, with sound...?" Hotaru repeated.

"She has a grand total of three goddamn spells..." Fumeko’s eyes glazed over.

"Hold on, I’m still counting! I got... uhm... Build Sandcastle!"

"Asobi, you’ve just been using your affinity to make the light spell, over and over? And not learning, illusion spells, like invisibility... I- Guess there goes all my studying and practice down the drain..." Hotaru’s ears and tail drooped.

"And you guys think I’m bad at magic," Fumeko threw her hands in the air.

"Calm down detective, you know a whole one spell," Jotou side-eyed.

"She’s a magician and I’m a novice!"

"Didn’t think you’d ever admit defeat," Jotou smirked.

"Jotou, you said I died! And you want to run away!? Don’t talk to me about defeat!"

"Huh?" Asobi tilted her head, as Hotaru ran behind the elf and covered her pointy ears. Jotou and Hotaru glared to the brunette.

Fumeko sighed, "Sorry... Slipped out," her arms crossed. "It’s hard to just forget something like that..."

Jotou frowned, Hotaru removed her hands with her ears folding as she stared off to the ground. "Did you guys... talk about me?" Asobi surveyed their faces, her eyes softening.

Some of the sweat on her magician’s outfit revealed itself, some of her illusory disguise fading, "I didn’t mean to disappoint any of you..."

"Asobi, it’s not about that," Jotou shook her head.

"We’re not disappointed in you at all," Hotaru laid a hand on her shoulder, "Only, very shocked at how simple it is for you to cast magic."

"And at such a grand scale too," Jotou commended with a grin. Asobi’s posture straightened, gripping tightly onto her wand.

"Simply-complicated, sure. Every single illusion of hers, is just the light spell over something, except, blinding light and ’the sound thing’," Fumeko pouted.

"Ladies," Aviv poked his head out, "I’d rather move now while the traffic’s clear before they start blocking off the roads..."

"In a couple more minutes," Hotaru waved.

"How are we gonna go fast?" Fumeko dipped the tip of her shoe in the illusory trail.

"We can’t. We’ll have to move slowly so that Asobi can keep us out of sight. And I don’t expect Asobi to keep it up the entire time while Hotaru rejuvenates her.

Once we can confirm the coast is clear and we’ve made it past any police or official, we can go at full speed without needing the invisibility and give Asobi a rest.

If the travel ban is up, then it should be empty roads. In case there’s any incoming cargo, we just say we got a pass from the minister," Jotou plotted.

"Even so, we should keep our eyes out. In case of anyone, we should always try to go invisible and slow down," Hotaru tacked on.

"In that case, someone better tell him that," Fumeko nodded her head to the driver.

"Are you okay with all of this Asobi?" the elf once got anxious and nervous herself if memory served the blonde right, "We’re counting on you," she smiled.

"Hm!" Asobi nodded, "Then let’s sneak our way out of Hartamat!"

Through the roads they went, clopping, clopping, gently through the thoroughfare. Aviv’s brows sweated, holding onto the reins tightly with his head down.

Past the other carts and wagons parked, past the sounds of talking and other horses as well as horsaroaches. Clopping, clopping. "Tock-tock, tock-tock, tock-tock..."

No one noticed the slow moving invisible carriage down the street. A little yellow butterfly flew through the dome, disappearing and fluttering out on the other end...

Would one of the horses neigh? Would someone walk right into the carriage from the side? Would Asobi fall over from sticking her body out the window?

Her tongue stuck out, sweat dripping down the magician’s eyes as the other three held onto her in a soft grip—silent as mice they were. And not before long, the crowds, lessened and lessened.

The open road, no traffic and no guard—yet. So they continued, down their slow, slow path out.