Raised in Dungeon

Chapter 93 The Stranded Other-Worlder

Stranded, summoned, reincarnated.

These were the three methods for other-worlder to come to this world.

Of the three methods, reincarnation was the least common. Otherworlders who experience this will gain memories of their previous life when they got their god's blessings. These other-worlders will not have black hair because they have accepted the mana of this world from a young age. Some scholars at the academy argue that they are not other-worlder because they were born and raised in this world.

Summoned and stranded other-worlder have the same reason and condition: mana. One thousand years ago, other-worlder were summoned from other worlds to this one to help fight a war against demons. This process required a lot of mana and was usually done by angels. Stranded other-worlder, on the other hand, are people who stumbled across a mana turmoil that connected this world to another and were accidentally stranded here. These people appear randomly, depending on which direction the mana is connected. This is what happened to Carla.

Carla Frederica Wolfhart was born in England to a low-income family. Despite this, Carla was ambitious and craved a better life. She was only 20 years old, but she already knew that a career as a seamstress here was not right for her. Knowing her family disapproved, Carla decided to migrate to France, where she believed she could find success.

Carla started working for a fabric shop in France, selling their materials such as fabrics, shawls, accessories, and more. She also took up sewing in her free time, motivated by one day becoming a famous designer. Carla's hard work and ambition were ever-present, and although she had no family with her in France, she was determined to make something of her life.

One day when she finished delivering a fabric to the client, she decided to make a detour because of the riot that occurred on the street she usually passed.

On the way, she met a little girl selling bread, who looked sad and very desperate because her bread was completely untouched, even though it was already late afternoon.

"Stupid little girl, it's obvious no one wants to buy it; she should just give up," Carla thought. Carla was a selfish girl who always thought of herself while looking down on others. But then, Carla decided to buy her bread with a small tip given by her client. But even though to Carla she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, the child smiled broadly and thanked Carla for buying her bread.

"Thank you sis!" the girl said cheerfully.

Carla smiled back and put the bread in her apron pocket. She wasn't starving; she was even confused with herself for wanting to help the child. Perhaps she saw herself in the girl because she was currently doing the same thing, not giving up on achieving something.

She then continued on her way to return to the shop but suddenly saw a strange multicolored light shining brightly in one of the narrow alleys that people rarely pass through. Carla was not one to look for trouble; she always tried to avoid it if there was trouble or something strange happening. But she was somehow moved to approach the strange light when she saw the light. So she tried to reach out to it, until suddenly

-WUUUSH

He fell, like doing a no-clip.

She was suddenly transported to a vast expanse of meadow, clean air, and bright blue sky.

"Wh-what's going on? Where am I?!"

The first thing Carla did was... run.

She kept running while shouting for help, hoping someone would answer her.

"HELLO?! IS THERE ANYONE ELSE HERE?!"

"PLEASE, ANYONE! ANSWER ME!"

But it was useless; in that vast expanse of meadow, there was only her alone.

She panicked, not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do. She ran here and there, calling people while crying. But she could not find anyone there. Finally, after running far enough until night fell, she fainted, exhausted body and soul.

The following day, she woke up hungry, and not having the energy to walk any further, she finally decided to give up.

"There's no food anyway, I won't be able to live much longer."

She was tired, body and soul, and she decided to die because she no longer wanted to live because of her suffering.

Then she suddenly felt a lump pressing on her stomach; she remembered that she had bought bread before arriving at that meadow.

She had already given up, but the bread made her remember the bread girl, and she also remembered that she had a dream to pursue.

"This bread forbids me to give up," she muttered.

The bread was enough to make her walk a little further again

It had been almost two days since she had last eaten properly, and she was literally starving.

At the end of the meadow, she finally saw the edge of the forest she had been desperately searching for. She knew she could find something to eat if she could make it the rest of the way. Hopefully, she could hunt fruit trees or animals in there. With her little strength left, she made her way through the trees.

However, as she walked further into the forest, her hope dwindled. She searched, but there was nothing to be found. The trees had no fruit hanging from their branches, and some even had no leaves. There seemed to be no life in the forest at all.

Exhausted and discouraged, she kept walking. She hadn't eaten for almost two days and her hunger was stronger than her fear. Bringing her hands to her stomach, she realized how weak and malnourished she had become. She felt like she could barely keep her eyes open and fell.

"This is it... this is the end. Yeah…"

Then when she couldn't walk anymore, she could hear the sound of the bushes; she raised her head, looking in the direction of the sound.

A man with a big body and curly green hair looked at her with a shocked face.

"Juf, wat is der bard? Giet it goed mei dy?!" the man shouted.

'What language is that? I seem to have heard it...' and she fainted.

"Dat hier, is dit famke fan in oare wrâld?"

...

"That's how I wake up in this world,"

Carla explained this to Felicia and Allen.

"Hmm... looks like you've been through a lot; thanks for trusting me by telling your story to me," Felicia said.

"It's okay, lady! There's no need to thank me. Since I came to this world, I've been cared for by uncle Ulf. I can do nothing except skew, so if the dress I made makes Uncle Ulf happy, I'm okay with giving myself to you.

I often greeted the nobles to offer my dress, but none wanted to see it. As for you, you gave me a chance, so I thought it would be an honor if I could become your subordinate."

Felicia then became embarrassed, hearing that compliment from this person.

"Well, I've always had a good eye for judging people!" Felicia said proudly.

Allen, who heard Felicia say that, immediately muttered, "How arrogant, when you first saw her you didn't even believe she could make clothes,"

"Shut up, Allen!"

Felicia then reached out her hand once more and said

"I haven't properly introduced myself yet. My name is Felicia Ayde Boldenville; I am the daughter of Earl Boldenville.

'Oh?! An earl?! No wonder she has so much money,' Carla thought.

Carla then shook Felicia's hand.

"My name is Carla Frederica Wolfhart; thank you for having me."

Carla then looked at Allen and asked:

"What about you? From your hair, you're also an other-worlder, right? What's your name?"

"A-allen. Just Allen."

Felicia surveyed Carla's intricate design for a dress. She furrowed her brow, doubting that it could be finished in the allotted four days. Judging by how complicated it is, it will be completed in a ten days-long process. Furthermore, the chosen fabric and materials took a lot of work.

"I've already given you some money. But can this really be finished before the whitmoon festival?" Felicia asked.

"To be honest, it's difficult. But I will try to finish it quickly!"

"So then... Do you need an assistant to get it done faster? I have a maid that I trust a lot. Or perhaps a better place to work?"

"No need, lady, for now, I want to do it myself. This money is more than enough to get it done."

"Very well. I look forward to your work."

…

Finally, one day before the whitmoon festival. After Allen and Felicia finished their dance practice, they went to Carla's house or Ulf's shop. This time Rachel went with them to see the dress that her lady would wear.

But when they got there

"Wh-what happened?" said Felicia in shock and confusion.

As soon as they arrived at Carla's house, they knew something was wrong. It looked like a storm had hit it—much worse than when they had arrived just a few days earlier. Shockingly, Felicia could see that both the door to the shop and Carla's room were broken into and destroyed. As she cautiously stepped inside, it became clear that nobody else was in the house.

The carnage inside Carla's room was worse than when she had come before. The table was smashed to pieces, the cupboard had been ruined, and the dress was nowhere to be seen.