13 Chapter 13:Journey(2)

It's frustrating...

Very frustrating....

"Haaa...."

Morana let out a sigh. She is carrying a bag of clothes she had brought. Since the carriage is broken and the horses are nowhere to be seen, they only brought a few clothes and prioritized bringing all of the foods they packed,money and some accessories just in case they run out of money and sell it.

"My lady please let me carry your bag."

Sigrid,who was in crutches (that they improvised with some twigs and branches of woods nearby)offered Morana his help.

"No need. You're injured so let me carry my things. It's not that heavy you know."

'Besides this bag of clothes are not the ones frustrating me.'

Morana walked faster and slaps twigs that in her path.

'What's really frustrating me is...'

Another twig has received another slap of frustration from Morana.

'....is how far is this forest! Where is the road! the marks of civilization!!'

Morana let out a sigh. She missed some gadgets from her previous world. There even if she walked a thousand miles in a forest she will never be frustrated or bored because she has this what you call smartphone. Maybe if she had her smartphone she can even walk until night unless her battery died. That way she can listen to music or read some of her downloaded novels,videos or games.

'I-Is this what they call phone syndrome? A syndrome of a child born in the 21st century?!'

Morana silently cried her frustration.

'I'm doomed! I take back what I said! I'm not okay in this world! I can never be okay! Atleast let me go back for a bit in my world! I missed my phone and my laptop! I still haven't erased my browsed history!Now that I mentioned it my brother might see my deepest and darkest secret that even my parents didn't know!! Noooo! My secret life as a FUJOSHI!!!!'

Morana paused in front of a large tree and banged her head which received shock from her maid and knight.

'My life that I have kept secret. My yaoi videos in my phone and laptop. What if one of my nephews opened it?! They're going to curse this aunt of theirs to death! I don't care about the cursing of my ancestors!But I'm afraid my nephews will hate me to death!'

Wild imaginations floated inside Morana's head.