I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 199: Stranger in the Moonlight

They returned to the Elven capital at sunset.

Isaac walked through the moonstone gates side by side with Sylvalen, Lira just behind him. And flanking them in a flowing robe of soft lavender and dusk-silver, walked Selene—graceful, poised, and utterly unreadable.

To any onlooker, she was a foreign noblewoman of rare lineage—powerful, striking, and clearly close to the anomaly named Isaac.

But something about her set the court on edge.

—

By the time they reached the high terraces, word had spread.

"A new companion?"

"She wasn't with them before."

"Where is she from?"

"No divine signature. No demonic resonance. Yet she walks like a queen..."

Nobles whispered behind folding fans.

High Mages paused mid-ritual and frowned.

Even the Silvercloaks—the inner city's magical security force—gave her a second glance.

There was no trace of corruption.

No aura of threat.

Only… strength.

And silence.

—

They didn't confront her publicly.

Not yet.

But a summons arrived within the hour: an "informal audience" with three ranking councilors of the Moonstone Court. A screening in all but name.

Isaac didn't hesitate.

He agreed.

—

The meeting chamber glowed with soft crystal light, runes drifting faintly in the air. Seated at the curved table were three figures—an elderly elf in moon-pale robes, a battle-scarred general with one arm wrapped in starsteel, and a veiled seeress whose eyes shimmered with a passive clairvoyant haze.

They greeted Isaac with formal nods.

Their eyes lingered on Selene.

The veiled seeress spoke first. "She is veiled from foresight. Not shielded by spell—but by absence. There is no past to scan. Only the now."

"I assure you," Isaac said, calmly, "Selene is no threat to this city."

The general leaned forward, fingers tapping the table. "We are not accusing. But no one crosses the wards with such power and no record without questions. Even our most noble visitors leave traces of origin. She leaves none."

Lira smirked. "Maybe she's just built different."

Sylvalen placed a hand on the table and met the eyes of the elder. "I brought her back. That alone should say enough."

The elder nodded slowly. "You speak truth, Princess. But the court must act on perception, not trust alone."

—

Selene finally spoke.

"I understand your caution," she said softly. "I would question myself too, if I stood where you do."

Her voice was melodic but measured. Every word precise.

"I claim no title here. No land. No allegiance. I walk beside Isaac by choice—and if my presence causes fear, then I will remain out of your politics entirely."

The veiled seeress tilted her head.

"You carry no deception," she murmured.

"But neither do you reveal your origin."

Selene smiled gently. "Then let your eyes see me as I am—not what you suspect I must be."

—

A pause hung over the room like a held breath.

Then Isaac stepped forward, voice low but firm.

"She stands beside me," he said. "As Lira does. As Sylvalen does. I won't lie for her—but I'll vouch for her, with everything I am. She's not here to deceive. She's here because she chose to be."

The seeress blinked slowly.

Then… nodded.

The elder exhaled.

And the general relaxed his shoulders.

"…So be it," the elder said. "No restrictions will be placed. But we will observe."

Isaac nodded. "Fair enough."

Selene simply bowed her head in grace.

—

As they left the chamber, Lira whispered, "Well… that wasn't as bad as I expected."

Sylvalen replied softly, "That's because we spoke first."

Selene said nothing.

But her hand brushed briefly against Isaac's as they stepped into the corridor.

No one saw.

But Isaac felt it.

A silent message.

Thank you.