The tale of a beautiful flower ( transmigration)

Chapter 31

Roy’s gaze lingered on the glowing red flower. Its light shimmered across the surface of the water, painting his reflection with a faint crimson hue. For a moment, he couldn’t resist  he reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they neared the mysterious bloom.

But before he could touch it, a sharp pain shot through his injured foot.

He hissed softly, wincing as he sank down onto the soft ground. When he lifted his pant leg and removed his shoe, his brows furrowed his foot was swollen and red, stark against his pale skin. The injury looked far worse than he’d realized.

Roy exhaled heavily, frustration flickering in his blue eyes.

“What should I do now…” he muttered to himself.

He glanced around the quiet grove tall trees, whispering leaves, and the gentle rippling of the pond were his only companions. There was no sign of anyone nearby.

Maybe someone will come looking for me… he thought. I should probably just wait here.

Leaning back slightly, he let his gaze return to the pond  to the strange, blood-red flower glowing faintly like a crystal heart beneath the sun. Despite the pain throbbing in his foot, he couldn’t look away.

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The forest was draped in silence  only the soft hum of the wind brushed against the leaves.

Roy wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he sat beside the glowing pond. The strange red flower shimmered faintly under the light, its reflection trembling across the blue surface like a living heartbeat.

A faint rustle broke through the stillness.

Roy stiffened, his pulse quickening.
There weren’t supposed to be any wild animals on this island Mr. Crimson had said so himself yet the sound of movement came again, soft but unmistakable.

He turned toward the bushes, his body tense, breath caught in his throat.
Then, through the parted leaves, a small head peeked out.

A long breath escaped his lips.
“…You again.”

It was the same little cat  the one he had seen earlier from the villa window. Its fur looked even softer now, pure white streaked faintly with silver, and its golden eyes shimmered like drops of sunlight trapped in amber.

The cat tilted its head, meowing softly as if in reply.

The cat didn’t move. It only stood a few meters away  five, maybe six watching him with those unwavering eyes.

There was something unnerving in its stillness, almost as though it understood him far better than a normal creature should.

Roy hesitated, glancing at his injured foot. The pain had dulled but not disappeared.

He sighed and bent to put his shoes back on.

The moment he did, the cat meowed again  a clearer, sharper sound that echoed faintly among the trees.

Roy’s head lifted.

The cat had begun walking away, its tail swaying gracefully behind it. After a few steps, it turned, looked directly at him, and meowed once more.

Then it repeated the motion  walk, stop, turn, meow almost like an invitation.

Roy blinked, confusion flickering in his blue eyes.

“…Do you want me to follow you?”

The cat meowed again softer this time, as if confirming it.

For a long moment, Roy simply stood there, torn between reason and curiosity. Then, with a quiet exhale, he pushed himself to his feet.