TWPND 21

TWPND

Posted by Aashi, Released on July 22, 2026

Chapter: 21

Anash and the Helper

The White Tiger, facing the girl, answered.

-Yes. You are Anash.

“I am you.”

-Yes.

The White Tiger Anash continued, looking down at the black thing writhing below the distant cliff.

-The Dark Divine Beast. Its awakening caused us to be reborn as well.

“The Dark Divine Beast.”

-The very thing we died to contain.

Jusielia closed her eyes, feeling fragments of her erased memories flowing back into her.

The Dark Divine Beast, the Black Snake.

She had believed it was shattered to pieces, put to sleep for eternity.

When Jusielia opened her eyes again, fury flickered in her blue irises.

“So there were followers who wished for its resurrection.”

To think that wicked Black Snake, a destroyer of worlds, had followers.

Jusielia was dumbfounded.

-Yes. And in our final battle, our original body was broken, and our innate power was fragmented. That is why we were reincarnated not as a Divine Beast, but as a beastman, incomplete. It is also why your memories are not whole.

The White Tiger Anash raised a forepaw, pointed at Jusielia, and spoke.

Jusielia scowled and protested loudly.

“Then what am I supposed to do? You said the Dark Divine Beast has awakened. But I’m struggling to even use my innate supernatural ability properly.”

-Huhu.

*Someone’s dying inside because they can’t even manage a simple human transformation, so why is she laughing?*

Jusielia was annoyed.

She had suspected for some time that she was the reincarnation of Anash.

With each recurring dream, Anash would meet her gaze, trying to convey her memories.

Though they were only small fragments, it didn’t take long for her to realize they were from her past life.

Yet even in a dream like this, the memories of her past life didn’t return in full.

Above all, she felt pathetic for being unable to properly use Anash’s powers.

Besides, just before entering this dream, she had probably…

“Anash, I was in pain. So much pain. I really thought I was going to die. No, I might have actually died.”

The White Tiger Anash chuckled.

-You didn’t die. And that was because the supernatural ability you hold is too vast for your small body. It wasn’t just stagnant; it overflowed.

Hearing Anash’s reply, Jusielia was so stunned her jaw dropped.

*Seriously, what am I supposed to do then?*

*Either help me use my ability before it explodes, or help me grow bigger.*

*Because I’m a White Tiger, I grow abnormally slower than other ordinary tigers, so I’m stuck in this tiny cub’s body.*

As if reading Jusielia’s mind, the White Tiger Anash took another step closer and brought her enormous face near.

-Do not worry. Your helper has arrived.

“A helper?”

-Also, that thing is now broken, so we have bought some time.

As Anash looked down, Jusielia followed her gaze to the area below the cliff.

Indeed, the writhing Black Snake was in pieces, wracked with pain.

*Crackle—.*

‘Ah.’

Seeing the golden lightning coursing through its fragmented body, Jusielia was certain.

*It’s that boy.*

As she stared blankly below, she suddenly felt her body become light and cool.

‘Huh? What’s this?’

-It is time for you to go.

The White Tiger Anash nudged the confused girl’s back with her snout.

“Anash, when will my memories return?”

-When the time comes.

Impatient with Anash’s relaxed attitude, so different from her own, Jusielia stomped her feet.

“When will I be able to use all my powers properly again!”

-When the time comes?

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

-Hahaha.

“You’re me, right? Get over here!”

Jusielia snapped at her past self, who was laughing good-naturedly.

***

Thrashing about with her fists clenched, as if ready to strike the White Tiger Anash, Jusielia’s eyes flew open.

The first thing she saw were two pairs of golden eyes staring down at her.

“Jusie!”

“Your Highness!”

“Your Highness, the Princess!”

“Your Highness!”

Jusielia choked, feeling suffocated by the strong grip embracing her.

“Your Majesty, Jusie!”

“Ah, right!”

“Kuhng!”

A flustered Ritain adjusted his strength and held her gently, allowing Jusielia to finally breathe.

Looking around, Jusielia realized she was in the Emperor’s bedchamber.

“Jusie! Are you really okay? Huh?”

“Kyahang!” (I’m fine!)

Nestled in Ritain’s arms, Jusielia gave the same answer to Ijeten, who was asking the same question for the thirty-fifth time.

Normally, she would have been too annoyed to respond, but she couldn’t ignore how red and swollen the corners of Ijeten’s eyes were.

*Silly Ijeten, crybaby brother. Just how much did you cry?*

She learned from the two of them that a full day had passed since she had collapsed in the Princess’s Palace.

*So I was moved to the Emperor’s Palace and treated.*

*I’m glad I’m alive.*

*I never want to experience that horrible pain again.*

*I assume the birthday banquet was canceled?*

Jusielia felt a sense of relief as she spotted the high priests in the distance.

*Are those priests the helpers my past self, the White Tiger Anash, mentioned?*

*Thank you.*

When Jusielia waved a paw at the high priests, they covered their mouths with their hands, overjoyed.

“Jusie, if you feel even a little bit of pain again, you have to tell me.”

“Kyahng.”

“Daddy can’t live without his daughter. You know that, right?”

“Kyang.”

As Ritain hugged her tightly again, Jusielia, feeling smothered, thumped his chest.

“Haha, they say children grow stronger after being sick. It seems our princess has gotten a bit healthier after her ordeal.”

Ritain said with a laugh as he placed Jusielia down on the bed.

Jusielia scoffed as if to say, *’Don’t be ridiculous,’* but Ritain tilted his head slightly.

He was serious.

Her paws, once softer than jelly, now had the slightest bit of force behind them, like a fist made of cotton.

“Here.”

Just then, Ijeten suddenly brought over a towel soaked in disinfectant and began scrubbing Jusielia’s paw.

“Grrr? Kyahng?!” (It stinks! What are you doing?!)

Jusielia looked down at Ijeten’s blond head, then recoiled from the smell of the disinfectant and tried to flee.

But Ijeten soothed her, refusing to let go of her paw.

“Just bear with it for a moment, Jusie. Your paw got dirty yesterday.”

“Grrr?”

“Yes. A wicked hand.”

As he recalled something, a glint appeared in Ijeten’s golden eyes.

Only after meticulously wiping between her paw pads did he let go, declaring it properly disinfected.

Jusielia looked down at her paw and tilted her head.

*What was that all about?*

She wondered if there had been blood on it, but it was just her usual clean, pink, jellybean-like paw.

The towel used to wipe it was still perfectly white.

*What a strange brother.*

Just then, Count Talon approached the beaming and satisfied Ijeten, and Ritain, who was clicking his tongue at his son.

“You both must now attend to your duties.”

The Emperor’s birthday banquet had been canceled yesterday due to Jusielia’s collapse.

All the distinguished guests had been sent home, and those who came from afar were staying in the capital or the Imperial City, so it was best to hold the banquet again today or tomorrow.

A meeting was necessary.

“The Rilberg delegation is also here, so let’s head to the state council meeting to make a quick decision. The nobles are all on standby.”

“Understood.”

Fortunately, Princess Jusielia had regained consciousness and was healthy today.

Ritain and Ijeten advised Jusielia to rest quietly here.

Jusielia had no intention of moving anyway, so she nodded. Satisfied, Ritain had the maids from the Princess’s Palace sent into the bedchamber.

“Your Majesty.”

On the way to the state council chamber, Ijeten lowered his voice and discreetly asked his father a question.

“Now that Jusie is awake, are you still not going to tell me?”

Ritain lowered his gaze, staring intently at the smaller Crown Prince to pressure him.

“Are you that curious?”

But Ijeten didn’t back down, looking up at Ritain.