Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
A leisurely afternoon.
The perfect time to indulge in an ordinary day.
I had just brought the cup to my lips, savoring the fragrant rooibos tea known for its sleep-inducing properties, when the moment was interrupted.
“Tiae.”
A sharp intake of breath escaped me.
A cold voice cut through the peace like a blade.
“It seems you’ve forgotten what you were supposed to do before drinking your tea.”
Oh no.
My sister was staring at me with eyes completely devoid of light.
If I didn’t listen to her now, something catastrophic would surely unfold. My spine went rigid with dread.
“Sister, doesn’t it bother you that you come find me every single time I have tea?”
I swear by the heavens I had no intention of dodging the situation.
I simply thought it would be better to ease her hardened mood first.
“Serpina Rosena.”
It seemed my judgment just now had been terribly wrong.
The color drained from my sister’s face.
“I understand, I understand.”
Faced with her expression—as if she might overturn the table at any moment—I hastily grabbed a silver spoon and plunged it deep into my teacup.
….
My sister glared at the cup as though my spoon might turn black at any second.
But after a long while passed and the spoon’s color remained unchanged, she finally relaxed her expression.
“See? Nothing’s wrong.”
True to form, my sister didn’t even listen to the rest of my words before turning away and leaving.
My tense body went limp with relief.
“Miss, your tea must be cold by now. Shall I brew you a fresh cup?”
“No, Elian. If I brew new tea, my sister will come rushing back like a hound on the scent.”
“Miss Serpina Rosena is….”
“Even if she’s far away, my sister always knows. She watches over me everywhere, at all times.”
“That’s quite a frightening thing to say, isn’t it?”
Elian gazed toward the direction my sister had vanished with a worried expression. Of course I knew, and I was terribly concerned as well.
I drained the now-lukewarm tea and let out a sigh.
“It may sound frightening, but don’t take it that way. As I’ve said countless times, my sister doesn’t do these things with ill intent.”
“Yes, I understand, but….”
Her neat green eyes shone with an unwavering loyalty—a readiness to do anything for me. I couldn’t help but smile.
“You don’t actually believe the rumors that my sister went mad after stealing my position as a minor duchess, do you?”
“Of course not!”
Serpina Rosena, who had been called a magical prodigy of once-in-a-millennium caliber since her adoption.
The promising heir of our house had, at some point, secluded herself within the Duke’s Residence, and her activities outside grew shrouded in mystery.
From then on, rumors began—that she had sabotaged me, her younger sister, from inheriting the ducal title, and whispers that she still despised me showed no sign of fading.
Yet my sister showed no reaction to the rumors whatsoever.
“My sister loves me.”
“You’re simply too kind to people, Miss.”
“No, truly—my sister loves me so very much that she acts this way.”
I know everything.
When I was very young, I grasped one remarkably simple truth.
My perceptiveness was considerably sharper than that of others.
And what appeared so glaringly obvious to my eyes seemed suspiciously invisible to everyone else’s.
As a child, I wondered if the world was perpetrating some grand deception upon me, but I now understand that such a thing is logically impossible.
Yet if you asked whether knowing everything is truly a blessing, my answer would be:
Of course not. I’m on the verge of losing my mind every single day!
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First, Serpina—my sister who appeared at my tea time just moments ago and caused such a commotion—appears to have undergone regression.
I know it sounds absurd, but I have several pieces of evidence.
I first grew suspicious when I was thirteen and she was fifteen, the day she suddenly burst into my room.
My body had never been particularly robust since childhood, so I fell ill frequently. On that fateful day, I had only just awakened from a late sleep.
“Tiae!”
My sister came rushing in, her face drained of all color, and immediately seized my shoulders, examining my condition from every angle.
Since she had only recently been adopted, I harbored a certain distance from her in my heart—so her sudden concern was utterly bewildering to my young self.
How could a thirteen-year-old child calmly accept the sudden appearance of a sister whose existence I had scarcely acknowledged?
Moreover, she rarely responded when spoken to and spent her time reading in her room, so there had been no opportunity for us to grow close.
“Are you alright? Why is your complexion so pale? Did you eat Ludwig berries again? Is it reflux? Or did you take Lorelbee herbs again?”
“Um… sister?”
My sister, who had eaten dinner with me perfectly well just the evening before, held me tightly and wept for a long time, as though we had been separated by death itself.
Yet in that moment, I found nothing strange about a fifteen-year-old reciting advanced medicinal herbs and healing methods that only professional healers would know.
This is truly the honest truth.
Perhaps because her first impression had felt unusually cold, I found it nothing but wonderful when she embraced me and offered me her presence.
But after that day, my sister became somewhat strange. Truly, only slightly so.
“Tiae, in about three days, the Baron’s House will likely send tea leaves. When they arrive, you must give them to me without fail.”
“The Baron’s House will send tea leaves in three days? And you want me to give them to you?”
“Yes, absolutely. You must give them to me without exception. Definitely! They know you love tea, after all.”
Bewildered by such nonsensical words, I was astonished when, three days later, tea leaves indeed arrived as a gift from Ross Baron’s House.
“Sister, are these the tea leaves you mentioned?”
“They came from Ross Baron’s House, didn’t they?”
“Yes, they said they knew I loved tea, so they obtained something rare this time.”
Curious, I brought them to my sister straightaway.
I thought perhaps she desperately wanted to drink them, but what did she do? The moment I handed them over, she threw them into the brazier and burned every last leaf.
“This time, I will never lose you, Tiae. I will destroy everything that could endanger you.”
The way she spoke—as though my danger had been her own mistake and she had already lost me once—was deeply peculiar.
Had she behaved this way only toward me, I would have merely harbored suspicion, but my sister’s eccentricities did not end there.
No, it couldn’t be called merely an eccentric whim.
It was an Achievement—a historical turning point.
‘I am your true daughter.’
On my sister’s debutante night, I had broken the dark magic curse binding our parents through sheer force of will, revealed myself as the legitimate eldest daughter, and overturned the entire empire.
The two houses implicated as conspirators were annihilated, yet even after reclaiming our family, my sister’s sole focus remained on me.
‘I will never lose you again by indulging in such trivial matters.’
To make such a shocking vow—I couldn’t even protest that being a direct heir of the Duke’s Residence was hardly trivial.
When the Magic Tower even extended a recruitment offer, impressed by my formidable memory magic, she overturned the entire magical community by declaring she would remain at my side.
‘I would never go to the Magic Tower if it meant being separated from Tiae. Besides, if I hadn’t gone to the Magic Tower that night, this child would never have been alone in the first place….’
I seized that opportunity to cede the position of Grand Duchess to my sister.
Such a burdensome role had never suited me anyway, and as a sickly child, I spent most of my time bedridden—unable to receive proper training as an heir.
My sister accepted the position of Grand Duchess with joy, saying she would gladly shoulder my burden.
‘Sister, am I going to die?’
‘Why would you die!’
Whenever I asked such questions in response to her increasingly suspicious behavior, she would shriek as though she had witnessed it herself.
Even now that I’m seventeen, she checks every drink and morsel of food I consume for poison.
And every night, she barges into my room with bloodshot eyes, locks the windows, and secures the doors.
‘I must see you reach nineteen and come of age. Two years remain, and I am prepared.’
At this point, wouldn’t it be strange not to understand?
For reasons unknown to me, my sister has traveled back through time.
And in my previous life, I died before reaching nineteen.
Ah, there’s no need to be shocked by one person hiding a regression. This is only the beginning.
I told you, didn’t I?
Everyone in this world is hiding something—everyone except me!

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