Chapter -28.Undersranding animal laungauge

She had been living a comfortable life, one that she had worked so hard to build.

She had just bought a house.

She had just bought a car.

She had been living freely, finally enjoying the fruits of her hard work—

And then, **out of nowhere—**she had been thrown into this ancient, unstable world.

A world where she had nothing.

No roof over her head.

No security.

No escape.

The more she thought about it, the more overwhelming the emotions became.

More and more tears started falling.

Her shoulders shook violently.

Her grief felt so raw, so real—that even the two men, who had entered with suspicion and purpose, now looked at her with visible discomfort.

This…

This was not what they had expected.

Divya's voice quivered, filled with heart-wrenching sorrow.

"Why?! Why do I have to suffer such humiliation?! What have I done wrong?!"

Her fingers tightened around the makeshift weapon.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Her breath came in uneven gasps.

At this moment, she wasn't even sure if she was acting anymore.

The weight of being torn away from her past life, of being left in a place she didn't understand, of losing everything she had built—

It all came crashing down at once.

And for the first time, her tears were real.

The two men—who had originally entered with authority—were now completely at a loss.

One of them shifted uncomfortably before muttering, "W-We didn't mean to offend you, Lady…"

The other one, seemingly the more level-headed of the two, cleared his throat and tried to reason with her. "Miss, we are only here on orders. We mean you no harm. We're searching for a criminal, that's all."

Divya sniffled, her large, teary eyes looking up at them with pitiful innocence.

"A criminal?" she echoed, her voice trembling. "And what does that have to do with me?"

The men hesitated.

Frankly, they didn't know either.

But looking at the mess before them—a crying noble lady threatening to take her own life over an unjust search…

They suddenly felt like they might be the villains here.

Divya felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Thank God.

Her gamble had paid off.

She had always known that in ancient times, honor was everything.

For these people, reputation and dignity were bigger than life itself.

And using that against them?

A heavy, heavy blow.

Of course, she knew that normal people wouldn't throw such a thing around so lightly.

But for her?

Who cares?

In the modern world, self-respect was important.

But what was more important than self-respect?

Life.

If I'm not alive, what the hell would I even do with self-respect?

That had always been her motto.

And right now?

Survival was all that mattered.

So she continued her act, playing the pitiful noblewoman—because if there was one common rule in all the mythos, it was this:

No one—absolutely no one—would dare to harm a noblewoman's innocence or disgrace her reputation.

And these men?

They were no exception.

The cultivators hesitated, uneasy.

Then, at last, one of them let out a deep sigh.

His fingers twitched, and then—closing his eyes—he activated his spiritual sight.

A faint pulse of energy spread outward.

He could see the room as if it were a map inside his mind.

He could sense every presence inside it.

And what did he find?

Nothing.

No one else was here.

Aside from the horse…

And this crying, trembling girl.

The cultivator sighed again, this time in defeat.

He stepped back and muttered, "Fine. We're going. Don't worry, Miss. We only wanted to ensure your safety."

Divya lowered her head even more, her shoulders still shaking.

Her sleeves covered her face, but behind them—

Her eyes were rolling.

Hah.

To hell with 'safety.'

They didn't give a damn about her well-being.

They just wanted to catch her and take revenge for that pig of a master.

The cultivators turned around, their figures disappearing into the night.

Divya kept her face buried in her sleeves, still trembling as if the world had wronged her beyond repair.

And just as their footsteps faded completely—

She let out a long sigh of relief.

Her body slumped slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

Then, slowly, cautiously, she raised her eyes and peeked outside.

They were gone.

Finally.

Her entire body screamed with exhaustion, but she didn't have time to rest.

She turned, only to find the horses staring at her.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Judging.

Her eye twitched.

What? What the hell are you all looking at?!

For a second, she had the wild urge to kick them, but then—

She remembered.

They had hooves.

If she kicked them, and they kicked back…

She'd land in a hospital.

…Oh.

Right.

There were no hospitals here.

No pharmacies either.

And even if there were, would she trust them?

Hell no.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, scanning the stable.

I shouldn't stay here any longer.

If those men came once, they would come again.

She had to leave.

Divya did a quick check, making sure she hadn't left anything behind.

Then, she turned to the horses and narrowed her eyes.

"What? Wanna come with me?"

The horses stared at her.

And then—

They smirked.

Like. Actually smirked.

Their eyes gleamed with mockery, as if to say—

"Nah, human. Our life is way better than yours."

Divya felt her blood pressure spike.

Since when could horses be so damn expressive?!

She had felt it before, but now it was certain.

After meeting these cursed animals, she could understand even their language.

And honestly?

She was not pleased with it.

From the moment she had woken up in this world until now—

These damn horses had done nothing but judge her.

Divya stomped toward the door, ready to leave.

But just before stepping out, she turned one last time, glared at the horses, and spoke—

She jabbed a finger at them, eyes blazing with frustration.

"You damn horses! May this stable collapse on your heads!"

The horses snorted, completely unimpressed.