Entering the World of Cerpenes
Ibu
Viona realized what she was doing. He glanced at Victor who was frozen still, the little girl feeling guilty. But he could not help the fear that came to his mind. “Ma-sorry brother, i.”.
Unlike Viona's estimation, Victor isn't angry. He sat down beside Viona, holding her clenched hand and draining her magic energy to make the little girl calm down. “Engga papa, I understand why you are afraid. Brother not angry at Viona kok.”
Victor's warm energy began to envelop Viona making her feel calm. His eyes feel heavy. After experiencing various events, the girl knew her body was no longer strong to withstand the burden. He fell asleep in Victor's arms.
Upon opening her eyes, the room environment welcomed Viona's gaze. His body felt light, no matter how long he had been asleep but Viona felt that he should not continue lying down. He moved closer to the window, the twilight rays falling on his pale skin. The wind blew in when the girl opened the square window.
A large garden visible as far as the eye can see. Gardeners spread out in every corner of the garden, diligently nurturing plant after plant. The servants were also seen going back and forth, both men and women, children to adulthood, all the same, doing his job well.
Viona, more precisely Thalia, sighed while leaning her body against the window. He tried to accept the fact that this was not a dream.
His parents, his college life, Naya, everything no longer exists. Thalia could no longer nag at how boring her former life was. Maybe this is a reply because they continue to complain and are not grateful.
He is instantly given a complicated life that even Thalia never imagined would befall him. The wind again blew on her face, making the girl realize that her tears had fallen.
“Thalia, no, now I'm Viona. I don't have time to think about the past.” Rubbing his eyes rough, the girl stood firm. “No matter how I can become Viona, it's not a problem at the moment. I need to know what's really going on and what to do in the future.”
His little hands clenched, “I don't want to be in jail, I don't want to die.” It was the future of Viona in the short story and Thalia did not plan to follow her. “I must live.”
Viona turned around and pulled the rope beside her bed. “Britta, I need stationery.”
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“So she lost her memory?” smoke billowed from the woman's thin lips, she sat down and stared at the scene outside the window, hearing reports from behind the shadows.
“Yes, Lady. Miss doesn't even know how to use her magic energy.”
The woman fell silent. The memory loss experienced by one of his children is very heavy. Given that magic energy is easily controlled like breathing, only toddlers cannot do it. “No other damage? Wound or whatever?”
“No, other than his mental and memory messed up. He's fine,” said someone behind the shadow. He has explained the events that took place two days ago.
Starting from Victor who visited his sister, ‘punished’ the incompetent servants of Viona as well as replacing all the servants by the girl's side, not to miss the baron Veiss who came to meet Viona.
Small details cannot be separated from the explanation. Only, he could not report what happened in the academy belonging to baron Veiss due to the quite powerful protective magic. But he got information from one of the students there that Viona went into the infirmary.
“Thalia yes.. find out why Viona mentioned that name.” Someone behind the shadow nodded in understanding.
Sipping her cigarette pipe once, the woman gave the order to leave it alone. Someone behind the shadow darted away after bowing respectfully.
The woman rang a small bell on her tea table once, immediately an aged female servant rushed in. “Yes, Marchioness.”
“I'll have dinner in the dining room, call the kids to come.”
The door closed again, leaving the woman alone.
“Let's see, how far you go.”
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Viona looked at the paper before her proudly. He had written down the point points of what he had done since entering Viona's body and what he was going to do. Fortunately, the workings of the pen in this world are similar to the pens in the Thalia world. The difference is only in the paper used and the contents of the pen.
Britta specifically gave Viona a diary. The diary was designed to keep secrets and could only be read by the person who wrote it. Of course, Viona has worked hard to get her magic into the pen so she can write.
You could say, double protection.
Viona was very pleased with Britta's attention. Though he only asked for stationery, but Britta gave all this as if he was used to it. Or does the real Viona often write in the diary?
Right, why didn't you think about it?
Viona opened the desk drawers one by one. But he did not find a diary. The little girl got out of the chair to open the closet. However, her steps came to a halt when Britta knocked on the door.
“Nona, Mistress calls for dinner.”
“Mistress?” viona muttered reflexively, but was still able to be heard by Britta.
“The lady is Marchionees Liez,” Britta stopped for a moment before continuing, “she is also your stepmother, Miss.”
Viona fell silent. He's confused. As she recalled, Viona's stepmother was never mentioned in the short story. He only knows that Victor is Viona's half-sister.
‘How is this?’ viona thought to herself, she was not ready. He doesn't know if Viona's stepmother is siding with him or hating him. Even so, he cannot run away. He has to face it.
Nervousness began to envelop Viona's heart, she tightened her fist. Staring at the door with antipasi, “I will go.”
At the dinner table, there is already Leili, Viona's stepmother, and Victor, Viona's half-sister. They sat quietly without any conversation flowing between the two.
At first glance, anyone must know that they are mother and child. Although Victor's hair was as dark as night and his mother as white as the moon, their faces seemed to be shaped by the same prints.
Only, the atmosphere between them was very quiet. Leili casually took a sip of the cigarette while staring at the nail with his new carving, while Victor was busy reading the book. They had no intention of breaking this silence.
The servants standing at every corner did not dare to move in the slightest. They hoped that the daughter of the Liez family would come soon and break this heavy silence.
Their hopes are fulfilled. The open dining room door featured a girl in a pink-decorated white dress standing nervously.
“S-good evening mom, brother Victor.”
