Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 107: Alive(2)

Steve smiled, his gaze locked on the necklace dangling delicately from Fiona’s hand.

She held it up for him to see, her fingers curled around the chain as it swayed slightly with the breeze.

There was a softness in his eyes, a distant warmth as the corners of his lips tugged upward. The smile remained etched on his face, unmoving, as though he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

Then he let out a weary chuckle. It escaped his lips like a breath he’d been holding all day, followed by a long, tired sigh.

"Huh." he exhaled, his voice low.

"I don’t believe it. She actually made it out."

Fiona stayed smiling. Her voice sparked with excitement.

"Yeah. She did. This is great. She made it out." She leaned forward a bit, pointing toward a patch of disrupted greenery.

"And from what it looks like, she was passing through here in a hurry. Look at the shrubs there. They’re distorted. Almost like someone ran through them. It could have been her trying to make a run for it."

Her excitement was infectious, bleeding into her voice with every word. She pointed again, this time toward the ground.

"And see..." she said quickly.

"...Footprints."

Steve followed her gesture and looked down. There they were—a pair of footprints, faint but visible in the soft earth. Small, narrow impressions, like those of a woman.

He crouched beside them, studying the depth and pattern. Judging from the necklace and the trail, someone had definitely passed through here in a rush.

But then another thought hit him.

He tilted his head, frowning slightly.

"Wait a minute..." he murmured.

"There are two sets."

He pointed it out. One was small—a woman’s, clearly. But the other? Larger, broader. Still human, but not hers.

His eyes narrowed.

"Both sets of prints are human." he thought.

"If two people were running together, then they were definitely running from something."

He glanced around, slowly scanning the forest floor.

"But where’s the other set? Where are the footprints of whatever they were running from?"

Before he could voice the thought aloud, Fiona was already moving, frantic with a sense of urgency.

"If we follow it." she muttered.

"we can definitely find her."

She didn’t wait for a reply. Turning sharply, she darted off, following the trail of prints.

Steve stood frozen for a moment, his eyes trailing after her as frustration sparked in his chest. He looked toward the other magic guard, who was already staring at him with a raised brow and a trace of irritation.

He let out a heavy sigh.

"Damn it, Fiona." he muttered, starting after her.

"What part of ’stick together’ doesn’t she understand?"

The magic guard said nothing, simply falling into step behind him as the chase resumed.

***

Step.

Step.

The rhythm of their feet brushing through fallen leaves and undergrowth echoed softly through the forest.

Fiona led the way, her eyes locked on the trail as her boots pressed into the softened earth. Her face was tense, brows drawn, mouth tight with resolve. She barely blinked, as though afraid to miss a sign.

Behind her, Steve and the magic guard kept a careful pace. Their heads swiveled from side to side, vigilant. Steve was extra alert. He understood what they were dealing with. He knew about the stealth cloak of the beasts. And most importantly, he knew how to counter it.

His ability let him see the threads—the faint shimmer of strings that wrapped the invisible predators in their veil. As long as he kept his mind sharp, he could spot one before it struck.

They walked like that for what felt like forever, weaving through towering trees and tight passageways carved by nature’s hand.

And then they found it.

Fiona, still scanning the ground, gasped.

"Guys, look at this." she called out, breaking into a small jog.

Steve and the magic guard lifted their heads, eyes snapping forward as they followed her lead.

They stepped into a clearing—not too large, but spacious enough to stand out. At the center of it was a used campsite.

A barely-made fireplace still sat there, a circle of stones holding a charred pile of ash. Piled logs were scattered nearby, and a few flat boulders made for makeshift seating.

"This is it." Fiona breathed.

"A perfect spot to rest. Someone was definitely here."

She knelt by the campfire, brushing her fingers over the ashes.

"Still warm." she muttered.

"They couldn’t have left long ago."

Steve joined her, his eyes shifting toward the horizon.

The sun was slipping low. Its golden glow bathed the forest in soft amber light.

"Sun’s almost down." Fiona said, turning her gaze westward.

"We found a campsite just in time."

She stood up again.

"And I know you still want to find Maggie. I do too. But right now, the smart thing to do is rest while we still can. Keep a low profile. Once we regroup with Tonya and the other guards, we can do a thorough search."

The magic guard nodded. Her voice was calm but firm.

"I agree. Laying low is the best option, especially when we’re surrounded by a clan of goblins. If we get discovered, our chances of survival plummet."

Fiona lowered her head. Her fingers closed around the necklace still hanging in her hand. A symbol of Maggie.

Steve stepped closer, his voice steady.

"Listen. I promise you. If she’s out there... I’ll find her."

He looked her in the eye. "But if we die tonight, no one will be able to find her. We need to stay here."

Fiona was quiet. The moment hung between them, heavy with unspoken fears. Then she slowly lifted her head and turned to face him.

He took a step closer. "Promise me." he said.

"Promise me you won’t do anything reckless. Promise you’ll stay."

She hesitated. Her chest rose with a sigh.

"I promise." she said softly.

The sky darkened.

The night passed quickly, and not a single flame was lit. No food was eaten. No songs or stories passed between them. Not with the threat of goblins nearby. A single flicker of light could mean death.

They lay on the cold, hard ground, brushing aside grass to clear a spot to sleep. No comfort, no warmth. Just survival.

And as Steve closed his eyes, whispering his silent vow to find Maggie, he thought they were safe. He thought, just for a while, they could rest.

But he was wrong.

Because just moments after Steve and the magic guard drifted into uneasy sleep, Fiona stirred.

Her mind already set to a decisive plan.

What could possibly go wrong?

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