Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39
“But should I contact them right now?”
“Then let me try accessing the Violet Family information. I’ve accumulated quite a few points for this moment.”
“Is it okay to use that much?”
“…It’s fine.”
There was a terribly long silence before that reassurance came, but I chose to believe it was truly fine.
“Phoebe Violet speaks so highly of you that Aubrey is curious about you. And since you supposedly were ill but suddenly expanded your range of activities, they want to meet you once?”
“You can find out even that?”
“Of course. This isn’t your typical large-scale update. But for a while now, well, due to adult circumstances, I won’t be able to see them. I’m sorry.”
Minabell laughed sadly for a moment.
She’d used up all her points.
Things had become inconvenient.
“By the way, about the person I need to meet.”
Serpina Rosena, who had been waiting patiently until then, finally spoke.
Oh, now that I think about it, this must be the more important matter. With Minabell’s comment, the very fact that the Second Prince is alive has been exposed.
“Wait a moment. Huh?”
“What?”
“What? With the points I have now, I can’t even afford to purchase information about them? How important must this person be?”
The Second Prince, who vanished from The Empire overnight, is naturally an important person.
But seeing Serpina Rosena’s expression grow anxious for some reason, it didn’t seem like the right time to explain.
“I can only see basic information, so I don’t know why they want to meet you either. You’d need to accomplish something truly monumental to accumulate enough points.”
“Then at least the basic information.”
This was the first time I’d seen Serpina Rosena so desperately wanting information about someone. I would have helped her find out if I could.
“The location only shows as the Holy Kingdom. Gender is male. And they very much want to see you.”
Now that I think about it, it is a bit strange. In this life, Aden Prince and Serpina Rosena should never have met.
Serpina Rosena’s face still carries unresolved anxiety. And beneath that anxiety lies longing.
“What about their title?”
As I subtly interjected, Minabell answered casually.
“One who transcended forbidden memories?”
“One who transcended forbidden memories? I need to understand what that means first.”
Serpina Rosena, forgetting even to drink her tea, jumped up and headed straight for the Library.
“Who exactly is Aden that she’s acting like this?”
A dreadful silence fell behind Minabell’s murmur.
But if it’s “forbidden memories,” it’s actually quite obvious.
Literally…isn’t it someone who possesses memories of the previous cycle that disappeared? Meaning, someone who retains memories of Serpina Rosena, who performed the forbidden magic.
At this point, I can’t keep the relationship between Serpina Rosena and Aden Prince hidden any longer. I have to find out one way or another.
Let me organize my plan. First, I’ll check if I can approach the Holy Kingdom through the Violet Family and make contact with Aden Prince.
Then I’ll determine whether he’s an ally or enemy and take appropriate measures. After that, I’ll arrange a meeting between Vincent Crown Prince and Elian.
That’s all for now. Good, let me move right away….
“But what exactly does the Holy Kingdom do?”
Belle, who had been staring intently above my head for quite some time, suddenly posed a question.
Ah, so that’s where I needed to start from.
* * *
After I finished an intensive crash course on the Holy Kingdom with Minabell that day, I immediately reached out to the Violet Family.
Contact had been delayed due to several matters piling up at once following the Reading Circle, and I wanted to arrange a meeting at the earliest opportunity.
To prove that I had no intention of dismissing her, I picked up a pen myself and diligently filled parchment with my own hand.
Since I had designated Phoebe Violet as the recipient when we met then, I thought it wouldn’t be misinterpreted.
But the response came far more aggressively than I had anticipated.
[ To the Young Lady Rosena,
I offer my greetings to the esteemed young lady of Rosena. I am Aubrey, one of the daughters of the Violet Family. ]
I had sent word to Phoebe, yet a reply came under Aubrey’s name. This was a scenario I hadn’t anticipated.
The handwriting was so fluid and beautiful that one might doubt she was truly ill.
[ My sister has spoken of you with such frequent praise that I have long wished to express my gratitude. However, it has been difficult for we sisters to reach out to you, and we have regrettably turned back time and again. ]
Indeed, the young ladies of the Violet Family had been present at both the Auction House and the Ball.
They had attempted to approach me, but had been repeatedly thwarted by other matters.
And since then, as I had ceased attending social gatherings aside from visits to the Prince’s Palace, opportunities had become even scarcer.
Recently, rumors had even begun circulating—without any basis—that the young lady Rosena had grown so disillusioned with the current murky state of society that she had withdrawn from social circles entirely.
It was rather amusing, considering I had never engaged in social activities enough to judge such matters, nor did I possess the aesthetic sensibility to evaluate them. I had simply vanished at a most opportune moment.
[ Yet to think that you would contact our family is an unparalleled honor. My sister was so delighted upon receiving your letter that she could not sleep that entire night.
Should it suit you, I would like to invite you to our family’s Tea House at your earliest convenience. I heard that you enjoy tea. I would very much like to serve you our signature blend at our Tea House.
I await your reply with great anticipation. ]
Yes, truthfully, I was swayed by the mention of a Tea House.
All the establishments in the Capital were so crowded that merely entering one exhausted me mentally.
But Aubrey seemed unlikely to place me in such a bustling venue, so I thought I might as well visit.
“Elian.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Would it be wise to have an additional escort for a visit to the Tea House?”
* * *
And on the appointed day, though they had said I could bring several attendants, I set out to the Tea House with only Elian and Haeston, disguised as a servant.
“I never would have guessed that the escort you mentioned would be Commander Haeston.”
Elian, having relaxed her guard considerably over recent time, even initiated conversation.
“Since this involves contact with the Violet Family, he warned me several times to listen carefully and report back.”
Lucian Advein had been under particularly strict surveillance since his meeting with the Vincent Crown Prince that day, and had been refraining from outings. Thus, having no choice but to send Haeston, a handwritten letter was enclosed asking forgiveness should he cause any trouble.
“I apologize for calling you out on your day off, Haeston. I hear you have a woman you’re seeing—I hope I’m not stealing precious time from you.”
“There is indeed someone I have in mind, but she is not a person.”
“Pardon?”
“Marigold, who runs alongside me whenever I travel long distances. She is so excellent that she does not fall behind even when galloping beside such a luxurious carriage.”
“. . . .”
I considered asking about Marigold’s coat color, but decided against it. I no longer had any sense of whether I lacked conversational skill or if everyone around me was simply difficult to talk to.
Yes, to survive in the Palace, one must be somewhat mad, I suppose.
The sight of the Tea House in the distance was at least some consolation.
The three-story Tea House was said to be among the most renowned establishments in the Imperial Capital. Since it was common for nobles to dabble in various business ventures, I hadn’t paid much attention to such matters.
Come to think of it, Serpina Rosena had engaged in a few business endeavors as well—what were they again?
As I slowly descended from the carriage with Haeston’s escort, I noticed someone rushing frantically out of the Tea House.
From the way the frilled dress swayed back and forth and the figure’s height—a full head shorter than mine—I could immediately tell who it was.
I lifted my dress hem gracefully and offered a soft smile.
“I am Flotie of Rosena. I apologize for the delayed contact after proposing our initial meeting.”
“Oh, hello!”
A young girl, dressed as elaborately as she could manage, offered an awkward curtsy before me.
She had seemed young at the Reading Circle, but seeing her now, she was unmistakably just a child.
Phoebe Violet—the precious youngest daughter of the Violet Family. I had been somewhat irritated when they sent such a young girl to the Reading Circle alone, wondering what their intentions could possibly be.
Perhaps today I would finally learn the reason.
“I-I’m Phoebe Violet. Today, I, um, Big Sister Obi, no, wait—”
“Phoebe. Wouldn’t it be better to say, as the Young Lady of Rosena mentioned, that you are Phoebe of Violet?”

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