Leonora’s forehead.
A sour jealousy surged in the girl’s heart.
“Little fool, who would say a mother looks like her daughter?”
She could tell the young lady that she was Shiya.
But little Leonora wanted the original owner, little Shiya, not her, a fake transmigrator.
She shouldn’t taint this pure emotion of the girl.
‘So, Young Lady, I recognized you at a glance, how could you forget me so completely?’
A faint sweet taste of blood rose on her tongue.
“Why are you bleeding?”
Leonora had wanted to put her hands on her hips and scold this woman for meddling.
But when she saw the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, her heart inexplicably softened, and she couldn’t utter a harsh word.
“It’s internal heat.”
Shiya replied succinctly, lifting her hand to wipe the blood from her lips.
Her originally cherry-pink thin lips, with a casual wipe, instantly became glamorous and bewitching, like a red rose in full bloom.
The pale-golden eyes gradually became filled with paranoid, cold, bloodshot veins.
She leaned down, and with her fingertips, gently wiped away the tears on little Leonora’s face while the girl’s body was tense and barely dared to move.
Then she unconsciously brought her hand to her mouth, tasting the despair and sorrow unique to this girl, born from being thrown into a strange place.
Wanting to empathize with her, wanting to get closer to her.
Leonora immediately shrank her neck and let out a low whimper.
The pale golden pupils became gentle again.
Shiya suddenly woke up.
Her cold, emotionless eyes met the young lady’s pitiful appearance of being at a loss and flustered.
“So, Young Lady, do you remember why you are here?”
There is rejuvenation magic.
Because she knew the original game well, Shiya was certain that this world had no rejuvenation magic, so Leonora was probably kept in her eighteen-year-old mental and physical condition, then shrunk by magic, and had a long period of memory and control of fire magic sealed away.
What Shiya wanted to do was guide little Leonora’s memories and find scattered clues.
“I don’t know. I was just taking a nap in my father’s friend’s private clinic.”
Leonora shook her little head, seeming to awkwardly break free from Shiya’s care.
Shiya began to mimic the chin-stroking motion from detective dramas.
“I see.”
She then snapped her fingers crisply, looking certain.
“It seems the young lady has bad sleeping posture and rolled under the bed on her own.”
Leonora, who had been looking like an elegant little phoenix, immediately bared her silver teeth.
“You big idiot, what have you been deducing?”
She stretched out her soft little hands, tightly grabbing the flesh on both of the woman’s cheeks, pinching and kneading continuously.
This inexplicable familiarity made her sink into the moment, and the corner of her mouth silently curled into a mischievous arc.
Although Leonora had become tiny, her strength was still considerable.
“Mmph… Young Lady, let go.”
A layer of autumnal light began to cover her eyes.
She looked annoyed and cowardly as she glared at the young lady.
Finally, she could only puff out her cheeks in grievance and continue the deduction.
“That is, someone deliberately carried you here from the private clinic.”
“So, Young Lady, why did you go to the clinic for treatment? Did something happen? Maybe the other party took advantage of that.”
“Because at school…”
Little Leonora almost blurted out, but the next moment she gasped and painfully clutched her forehead.
“I… don’t remember.”
Then her face turned pale, and she suddenly grabbed the woman’s arm.
“I only know that it was right for Shiya not to come to school that day.”
“Shiya… where is Shiya? Is she trapped here too?”
There was a faint stabbing pain in her heart again, but Shiya didn’t care about that now.
She pressed down on little Leonora’s shoulders and buried her in her embrace. Then she patted the girl’s back repeatedly, calming her emotions.
The focus in the girl’s eyes gradually scattered.
“I’ll take you out of here first, then find her later.”
‘Perhaps… on the day I say goodbye to you, her soul will return to this real body.’
Without thinking further, Shiya took little Leonora’s hand and just as they walked out of the dim corridor together, a sharp piercing ring suddenly exploded.
Then a series of hurried footsteps came from far to near.
In the rush, Shiya and little Leonora had no way to avoid it, and could only be swept forward by more than a dozen people wearing hospital gowns.
Fortunately, because her clothes were torn, Shiya had also changed into a hospital gown, so she wasn’t too conspicuous.
She let her snow-white long hair fall to cover her face, quietly waiting for these people to completely pass by them.
But when she shielded little Leonora against the wall and stopped with her head down, a long whip crack shattered the concrete floor, and splashing gravel grazed a small section of her exposed ankle.
“Stop dawdling! Get to work!”
The overseer, dressed in gray work clothes, shouted harshly behind the two girls.
Shiya lowered her eyes.
The black strengthening potion on her body had also been searched away.
In the same situation as little Leonora who lost fire magic due to amnesia, all she could do now was endure and cooperate.
At the end of the corridor was a spacious factory with rusty iron pipes everywhere.
Assembly lines full of intricate magical craftsmanship obscured the source.
Looking along the ends of these conveyor belts, a wall mottled with blood completely blocked the end.
Thump thump thump!
People dressed in hospital gowns but more like workers skillfully placed iron barrels on the edge of the assembly line.
Shiya sat down on a high chair, with the tiny young lady standing beside her.
This scene, unfamiliar yet intimately familiar, made Shiya lose focus for a moment.
Once, she was the same, not at ease leaving Xiao Mei alone at home, insisting on taking her little sister to the workplace.
The slight bitterness in her heart was completely interrupted by the roar of the conveyor belt.
But what was being conveyed was not delicate parts or semi-finished magical devices, but lumps of rotten, stinking, spotted flesh.
Shiya almost uncontrollably covered her mouth and nose and began to retch.
Her stomach cramped violently, making her whole body tremble.
It seemed she recalled in her ears the words the old doctor had said before being swept away by the black waves.
Longevity Factory.
But how could such a foul-smelling, unacceptable thing be related to the method of longevity?
A small, soft palm gently held Shiya’s hand.
Little Leonora looked up, her light red eyes full of worry.
Shiya paused, struggling to suppress the surging discomfort.
She could not show her fragile side in front of the now-shrunken young lady, as it would only make the other more uneasy.
Moreover, the overseer not far away had already noticed them, his fierce eyes staring menacingly.
She couldn’t delay any longer;
At least she had to ensure the young lady wouldn’t fall into danger.
Shiya took a deep breath, slowly picked up the dissection knife beside her.
Her pale golden gaze fell on that piece of blackish, whitish spotted flesh.