Shiya’s face flashed with a hint of hesitation, but in the end, she shook her head in resistance.
With a glance, she discovered it—the soul of a strange young girl whose appearance was strikingly similar to her own.
Shiya pointed casually:
“She’s also an innocent person who died an untimely death, right? Can she live on in my place?”
“That one’s a severe siscon though, completely incompatible with your love-crazed brain,” the Soul Messenger muttered under his breath.
“Ah, Xiao Mei, I didn’t mean to eat your toes.”
“Shiya” abruptly sat up from the hospital bed, muttering some incomprehensible nonsense in her dazed state.
It wasn’t until she groped the bedding beside her, discovering that the warm, soft, fragrant presence she had been holding while sleeping last night had quietly vanished, that she was fully jolted awake.
“Xiao Mei, where are you? Don’t scare me.”
“Shiya” practically threw herself off the bed at lightning speed, deliberately ignoring the unfamiliar surroundings and ignoring the intense pain radiating from her vocal cords, the sound of her own voice so hoarse and raspy.
She frantically searched under the bed, in the wardrobe, in storage boxes—every place that could possibly hide a person.
In the end, she had to accept it: her little sister was truly gone.
To be precise, she was the one who had left without a word, abandoning her little sister Xiao Mei, arriving in a completely unfamiliar world.
Memories flowed like a gentle stream, scenes including the original owner’s suicide playing out in her mind.
“I became a yandere love-crazed fool? You’ve got to be kidding me?”
Despite being hard to believe, that was indeed the fact.
The original owner before the transmigration would repeatedly hurt herself to threaten Elina Novelia not to leave her, viewing anyone who got close to the princess with hostility, regardless of gender.
Even in the future, to prevent Elina from contacting outsiders, she directly committed the foolish act of imprisoning a princess of the empire, ultimately being schemed to death by the villain Karlen.
It could be said that for Elina, she stubbornly walked a single path into darkness, making people feel not only her stupidity but also a touch of pity.
At that moment, a nurse from the hospital pushed the door open.
Seeing Shiya off the bed, she frowned and scolded.
“Do you have any idea how seriously injured you are? As a patient, don’t run around causing trouble for the doctors and nurses.”
“S-sorry.”
Shiya instinctively obediently sat back on the hospital bed, straightening her back, sitting upright like a schoolgirl being reprimanded.
There was no helping it; the pressure from this nurse’s pale red eyes was too strong.
Even with a mask covering her face, Shiya had the intuition that this extraordinary beauty shouldn’t just be a nurse.
The nurse narrowed her eyes, as if scrutinizing the movements of her prey, and pushed the medical cart inside.
“Being obedient is good. Do you know how much your sister Elina paid to save your life?”
Shiya remained silent.
Compared to the original owner’s limited, self-centered view of the future, Shiya knew far more because she had played a game with a similar plot progression, similar characters, a similar worldview—one could even say it was completely identical.
Except the protagonist of that game was Karlen.
The main gameplay involved collecting various beauties to make into dolls, unlocking all sorts of special storylines.
It was an out-and-out eroge.
And Elina Novelia, the game’s heroine, was no white lotus either.
Objectively speaking, she had been deceiving the original owner’s feelings all along.
Shiya couldn’t say she hated such a person, but she certainly held no fondness for her.
“So after you’re discharged, you should properly thank Miss Elina, then stay by her side and find ways to help her.”
The nurse organized the medical syringes on the cart, seemingly offhandedly reminding her.
“Probably not. I’m just a burden in front of Miss Elina, only interrupting her romantic talks with Karlen.”
Still sorting through her thoughts, the words spilled out of Shiya’s mouth.
Though her brows and eyes remained gentle, the sense of aloof detachment was obvious to anyone.
To avoid the death ending, Shiya’s first step was to stay away from Elina.
Unlike the original mad, yandere owner, Shiya just wanted to wish this divine couple eternal lockstep, so they wouldn’t harm anyone else.
And right now, the most important thing was returning to her original world, returning to Xiao Mei’s side.
Just thinking about poor, lonely, tiny Xiao Mei waking up to find her gone—she must be so worried and scared.
Shiya bit her lip, her heart feeling terribly stifled.
The nurse’s movements paused.
Her narrow, gorgeous pale red eyes fixed on Shiya.
Sensing something, Shiya looked up and met the nurse’s gaze.
A sense of foreboding immediately spread in her heart.
Only then did she notice how outrageous what the nurse was doing actually was.
She was actually using a syringe to draw the nutrient solution from the IV drip bottle, seemingly about to give Shiya a direct injection.
Now even an idiot could tell this person before her was a disguised nurse.
Shiya got up, about to flee toward the hospital room door.
The nurse was quick.
Her hands grabbed Shiya’s shoulders, pressing her down onto the hospital bed.
This series of actions knocked over the drip bottle on the cart, spilling all the nutrient solution onto the collar of Shiya’s clothes.
The originally loose patient gown actually showed a damp patch, revealing the lovely curves of the young girl.
The wound on Shiya’s throat was also pulled; she grunted in pain, her breathing somewhat ragged, her chest heaving violently.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?”
The nurse’s gaze lingered on that rather considerable softness for a few more seconds before she sneered, simply dropping the pretense and removing her mask.
“Your creditor.”
It was a face of breathtaking beauty that needed no makeup to pluck at heartstrings—a delicate chin, a high, straight nose bridge, paired with narrow phoenix eyes that gave an elegant, intensely aggressive feeling.
But the full, small cherry-colored lips perfectly reined in this aura, making the woman’s demeanor hover between innocence and dangerous allure.
Leonora Celestine.
Within a single second, Shiya recognized the identity of the person before her—the young lady of the ducal family.
Great.
Not only could Shiya not go home, but now she also had to clean up the original owner’s mess and repay a debt that was practically astronomical.
Shiya felt like dying.
The key point was, the money borrowed wasn’t even used on the original owner herself.
“Shiya, as your creditor, I’d like to ask you something. What exactly did you mean by trying to end your life without honestly repaying the money you owe me?”
A beautiful curve lifted the corner of Leonora’s lips, but her eyes were cold and chilling.
“Please give me a little more time. I didn’t mean to shirk responsibility.”
Circumstances forced her hand.
Shiya had no choice but to first, with tears in her eyes, acknowledge this debt, and then find another way later.
Leonora looked at Shiya, neither immediately agreeing nor outright refusing to sell Shiya off to settle the debt.
A long time passed.
Only after Shiya was stared at until a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on her back did Leonora leisurely speak.
“Shiya, do you know why I lent you that money, even though I knew you were penniless, living in a shabby house, with almost not a single coin to your name?”
Leonora pinched Shiya’s chin, giving it a gentle shake, her face showing the pleasure of a scheme succeeding.
“I know your relationship with that woman Elina isn’t ordinary. When she was a child wandering the streets, she received aid from your family. As astonishing and puzzling as it is, you indeed saw her as your childhood sweetheart, your wife.”
“I’ll say it plainly. I want you to rely on this connection, continue lurking by Elina’s side, wait for an opportunity to frame her, sabotage her relationship with Karlen.I imagine you’ve always been furious about Elina being intimate with other men, so you definitely won’t refuse this excellent idea of mine, right?”