Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
After a brief commotion, a cautious voice emerged from the silence.
“Your sister has quite the… sister complex, doesn’t she? Of course, I agree that I should protect you too. You’re so delicate, after all.”
“Sister complex? And I find that nickname strange every time I hear it.”
“You don’t know what that means? It means you two are close. As for the name… I thought it would be better to drop the family name.”
“Our family name is Rozena.”
“But it’s not Rozena Serpina. Western names really are difficult.”
My friend Minabell, sitting beside me and enjoying tea time together.
Incidentally, it seems another person’s soul has taken residence within Minabell—a soul from a world so distant that even the era is different.
I discovered this truth on a spring day when I was fifteen.
‘Cherita, why are you entering the mansion without removing your shoes?’
‘Walking into the bedroom with shoes on… and the floor is cold too.’
She, who had always mastered every courtesy and propriety flawlessly, had become strange.
During a meal together, she merely watched for our parents to pick up their spoons first, rather than eating on her own.
All while muttering incomprehensible words about how the elders should eat first.
Though we weren’t particularly close before, something felt so suspicious that I had no choice but to corner her and demand answers.
‘Who are you?’
‘Huh? What? What?’
‘From that tea party when you were fifteen, something was off.’
Minabell panicked and tried to deny my words, but eventually sighed and confessed everything.
‘When I entered this world, I received a power called Status Window…’
‘What on earth is that?’
See, she said it herself—that she ‘entered’ this world.
‘Well, if I had to explain it, it’s like a magical… chalkboard? that shows things like someone’s feelings or condition? I don’t know who created it. And the Status Window only appears when I say those words.’
She also informed me that what she sees is not parchment but a chalkboard.
‘You’ll be poisoned on the night you turn nineteen and killed by those who assault the mansion. Your family will be branded as traitors and executed. That’s why I agreed with your sister’s plan! It’s a bit overprotective, but still.’
She even rattled off information about the future as if she could see straight through everything.
At that time, Minabell had barely grasped our culture, and her demeanor differed greatly from the Marquess Cherita I had known before.
I’d heard she was calm and loved reading and painting, but the Minabell Cherita I actually met was lively and enjoyed wandering about.
Coming from elsewhere, she was naturally ignorant of etiquette and propriety.
Most of all, whenever she had a moment, she would stare at empty air while muttering ‘Status Window.’
Yet no one—not even the Marquess Cherita herself—noticed that her soul had been replaced.
Knowing these two secrets alone causes me anguish, but I’m still far from the end.
So, where should I begin?
A maidservant pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child, now in hiding?
A Duke’s Residence secretly raising that prince’s child?
The Third Prince concealing his abilities?
Who knows. I might stumble upon something else today by chance.
“Tiae, what are you thinking so hard about?”
So this world hides everything from me and everyone else.
Then what am I hiding?
I gazed at the worried Minabell and deliberately smiled as though lost in contemplation.
As if something were terribly wrong.
“No, it’s just….”
I’m concealing the fact that I have nothing to hide at all.
Flotie Rozena. Second daughter of Marquis Rozena’s household.
Joking aside, I truly possess no talents whatsoever—save for a rather keen sense of perception.
“Miss, what troubles you so?”
“It’s just…. I suddenly felt as though I were defying the very order of the world.”
“…S, status window.”
The moment I answered Elian’s question, Minabell murmured softly to herself.
Her eyes widened as though glimpsing a phantom in the empty air, her expression one of utter astonishment.
“Why, are you trying to look up information about me in the ‘Magic Slate’? Do you fear I’ve fallen under a curse?”
I’d meant it as a jest, but her face only grew more pallid.
I mustn’t speak so carelessly going forward.
“But it really is a curse, isn’t it?”
“No! No, it isn’t!”
From childhood, I grew accustomed to a peculiar sense of isolation from the world around me.
People failed to notice things so glaringly obvious that one would wonder how they could possibly miss them.
Those who behaved awkwardly would become flustered as though struck by a fatal blow whenever I identified their flaws.
And they insisted this knowledge must remain my secret alone.
Yet I’ve always wondered—could my silence truly protect such secrets?
And yet, they never discovered the truth.
“T, Tiae, so what I’m saying is….”
“No. You needn’t speak. I’ll keep it secret.”
Why am I the only one who knows this?
I exhaled deeply, then raised my hand to stop Elian, whose ears had perked up as she listened intently to our conversation.
“Elian, we hardly have time for this, do we? Surely you have somewhere you need to be.”
“Pardon? Where would I go?”
Elian, her chestnut hair arranged prettily atop her head, furrowed her brow slightly.
“I have something to discuss with Minabell—privately.”
“But I’m always with you, miss.”
“I prefer it be just the two of us.”
When I coldly shook my head, a subtle expression of disappointment crossed Elian’s face. At this rate, she’d suggest we become friends.
I deliberately assumed a stern demeanor and raised my teacup to my lips.
“So go to your room, Elian.”
“My room? Do you mean your room, miss?”
Why must she be so slow to understand a simple dismissal?
As I waved my hand dismissively, Elian finally grasped my meaning, and her face flushed crimson.
Don’t be moved by such trivial gestures every time.
“Miss, if you need anything, please call for me anytime. I’ll come running to the garden in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t worry. If anything happens to me, my sister will jump out the window to help.”
Elian, who had been staring at me with an expression on the verge of tears, soon hurried away with quick steps.
“You really do like that maid.”
“She’s a good girl. Loyal to me, too….”
“Well, I heard you took her in when she was starving to death on the streets.”
“It just… caught my eye. You would have done the same.”
‘My dear, you carry the blood of the most noble. No matter what happens, Mother will protect you.’
I was not the sort to brush past such words without feeling their weight.
Elian has a child.
Born as a commoner’s daughter, it was the price she paid for loving a man of very high status.
That man was probably….
“I wonder how the Crown Prince is doing these days?”
“What?”
As I muttered while resting my chin in my hand, Minabell’s voice shot up sharply.
I quickly covered her mouth and silenced her.
When she made desperate muffled sounds trying to say something, I loosened my grip slightly, and a whisper followed.
“Any other man would be fine, but not His Highness the Crown Prince. From the start, he….”
“No, I have absolutely no desire to become the Crown Princess. It’s not like I don’t understand anything.”
As I waved my hand dismissively, Minabell finally relaxed.
Vincent, the eldest prince recently appointed as Crown Prince, carried many rumors about him. Such as his colorful romantic affairs, or his reckless tendencies.
But all of it was gossip spread by the Third Prince to hide Vincent’s frail health.
“How do you know all of this?”
“I just do.”
Though I never wished to know in the first place.
‘The Crown Prince’s health is deteriorating. This must never be discovered by those around him.’
If only I hadn’t overheard their conspiracy during a simple outing to enjoy dessert.
‘They say the Third Prince is so clever. To hide that, he hides behind the Crown Prince’s rumors and pretends to be reckless as well? He was originally quite virtuous and wise.’
‘Given his origins, it’s better this way if he wants to avoid being killed.’
If only the whispers of those who seemed to belong to the Information Guild hadn’t reached my ears.
What an absurd coincidence.
Stumbling upon a massive secret by chance. Somewhere along the way, I had come to accept this fate.
At this point, secrets are practically walking toward me on their own two feet.
In any case, the world reveals secrets to me through the most ridiculous methods.
For instance, like right now, when the silver-haired man whose eyes met mine over the wall changed his eye color just a moment too late, revealing that his true eyes were ruby red….
Huh?
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Lmao 😂 FL’s life is hilarious 😂