Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4
So it was true—my sister had returned.
Having confirmed the information I sought, I grasped Minabell’s hand and spoke with genuine conviction.
“Bell, I don’t want to run away from here.”
No one wishes to lose their foundation.
Besides, I despise the thought of fleeing to some new place, meeting unfamiliar people, and agonizing over their secrets whenever I catch a glimpse of them.
If running away means living the same life regardless, wouldn’t it be better to make full use of what I have and face this head-on?
* * *
First, let me think through this calmly and devise a plan.
For my days to remain peaceful, the paramount priority is ensuring The Empire does not fall.
And what’s needed now to achieve that is already clear to me.
“Bell, what was the reason The Empire fell in that story?”
“Well, naturally….”
I can hazard a guess—it must be because the oracle stating ‘the one with crimson eyes must ascend the throne’ was never fulfilled.
“Then if the rightful person takes that seat, The Empire won’t fall, will it?”
“What? The likelihood is high, but Tiae, whatever you’re planning is far too dangerous, isn’t it? I don’t even need to hear it—I’m certain!”
“If The Empire is destined to fall anyway, I’d rather attempt something than live with regrets. At least, that’s what I believe.”
With Serpina, who knows what’s to come, and Minabell, who can discern everything by merely glancing at people’s heads, things will become far easier.
My sister will naturally cooperate, but looking at Minabell’s ashen expression, I’m uncertain whether she’ll take concrete action.
I don’t wish to be cruel enough to exploit Bell’s guilt over having sought a path to survival from the beginning.
Perhaps I should prove it through action instead.
“First, I need to meet the Third Prince.”
Seized by the impulse to display resolve, I rose abruptly, only to stumble.
I could see Elian rushing toward me from a distance.
“Tiae, are you alright? Were you outside for too long?”
“Miss!”
Rising hastily seemed insufficient to explain my prolonged loss of balance, leaving both Minabell and Elian at a loss.
Minabell’s murmured words pierced my ears.
“Good thing she didn’t mention that her only title is ‘the sickly youngest duchess’….”
I heard that.
* * *
“Tiae!”
The moment my sister heard my condition had worsened, she burst into my chamber.
The rumors were greatly exaggerated, I assure you.
“I’m fine, sister. I simply skipped a meal while absorbed in conversation.”
Having sufficiently calmed my sister, I immediately shared the plan I’d devised through my discussion with Minabell.
“Sister, don’t be alarmed when you hear this—I’m going to make the Third Prince the Emperor.”
Elian and Minabell, standing behind me, froze entirely.
They hadn’t anticipated I would speak so directly.
My sister, however, showed not the slightest disturbance and lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, that’s what I want.”
My sister’s composed gaze seemed ready to listen intently to whatever I said.
In my previous life as Flotie, I didn’t know how she lived, but she truly did well.
“I found out that the Third Prince’s eyes are red.”
I heard Minabell collapse behind me with a soft thud.
“How did you find that out?”
“I saw it. The day I asked you about it.”
“Ah… So that’s why you asked me that question.”
My sister nodded as if she understood.
A family that believes and supports you without any evidence or logic is truly precious.
“But Tiae, you don’t need to step forward and correct that matter yourself. If you’re worried about the family’s safety, I’ve already made all the necessary preparations.”
My sister’s soothing voice was gentle.
“No, sister. I wish for this land where I live to be safe and peaceful. And I know that you’ve returned through time, and why.”
…
“I hate that you bear all the burden alone, and more than anything, ignoring everything while knowing it all is terrible for my mental and physical health.”
This is the honest truth without a single lie. My body only deteriorates when my nerves are on edge.
My already fragile body was breaking down in various ways, and I would wake up several times even while sleeping.
If I were to turn away from all of this and flee The Empire, would even a single day truly be safe and happy?
No, I might actually go mad from guilt.
“I can’t abandon Rosena without even trying. And my friends, the people I need to protect… Just as you protect me, there are those here I must protect.”
I looked back and forth between Minabell and Elian, who had taken care of me when I collapsed.
Without action, being perceptive alone means nothing.
“That’s why I need your help, sister.”
Alone, it’s impossible.
I can’t wield a sword, display brilliant rhetoric, or dominate high society.
I’m a human with abilities below average in most respects. Just as the title “sickly youngest duchess” suggests.
Beyond being slightly perceptive and having no hesitation in asking for help, I have virtually no strengths to boast of.
But there is someone right before my eyes who will gladly extend their hand when I ask for help.
Indeed, my sister looked at me with a troubled expression before letting out a deep sigh.
“Tiae… How could I say no when you’re going this far?”
“Thank you, sister.”
In truth, this isn’t a simple matter.
If the Rosena Duchy Family openly steps forward to support the Third Prince, then we’re truly diving into the center of political strife.
Even if I bear responsibility for this choice, it must be kept to a minimum.
As Flotie Rosena acting, not as the Rosena Duchy Family.
I planned not to tell my parents, so it could be limited to the reckless act or momentary change of heart of the youngest duchess.
“Tell me how to do it. Your plan.”
If I fail, The Empire will fall.
A life that was nearly poisoned anyway—why not stake it on something worthwhile this time?
Of course, I had no intention of throwing away my life so carelessly.
“First, I need to convince the Imperial Prince. He’s in a rather secluded palace, so with an appropriate gift, even the gatekeeper should open the doors easily.”
“No.”
At that moment, Minabell interjected with a resolute tone.
“I can find where the Imperial Prince is. Tiae, you just wait.”
* * *
Thanks to Minabell’s help, we discovered the whereabouts of the Third Imperial Prince and decided to move immediately.
For that purpose, Serpina Rosena, Minabell, and I were currently under a disguise spell.
Serpina Rosena and Minabell posed as escorts, while I appeared as a young lady with only my coloring changed.
The goal was to make us look like a daughter of a noble family accompanied by two servants or guards.
“…Let’s walk a bit slower. I think I’m running out of breath.”
“Just hold on a little longer. It’s right there.”
Minabell gestured toward the Dilapidated Building.
“He’s in a place like this? This isn’t even like the Information Guild or anything.”
A sour stench wafted from the building, which looked shabby to anyone’s eye.
“Originally, this was a place the Information Broker used to frequent, but apparently he didn’t come today.”
Minabell, who understood the rules of this world but didn’t particularly care about them. And me, who had spent most of my life in seclusion. We both had our limits in grasping how the world worked.
But we had someone by our side who was living her second life.
“The Information Broker betrayed us. Or perhaps he was killed. It’s about time for that. Even when many things change, some things remain unchanged from before.”
Serpina Rosena, speaking matter-of-factly, draped a shawl over my shoulders.
“Ah, yes…. I’ll keep that in mind if I regress. Anyway, I’m glad we found him quickly.”
Minabell’s status window proved to be tremendously helpful this time. Through something called a minimap and a tracking skill, she was able to locate the Third Imperial Prince’s whereabouts quite easily.
‘It wasn’t easy at all!’
Minabell whimpered to me that she had spent an enormous amount of points.
‘Do I have to pay a separate price for that?’
‘Yeah….’
‘How do I pay? If any of my accessories might be helpful, feel free to take them. Especially this one is a pink diamond from the diamond mines belonging to Rosena….’
‘No, that’s not how I earn things…. It’s complicated to explain. Anyway, as long as it helps you, that’s enough. I can invent more points and accumulate them again…!’
Just as I was about to open the door, Serpina Rosena’s hand was slightly faster.
“You’ll cut your hand, Tiae. Doors like this have many thorns.”
“But your hand is important too….”
Inside, people were shouting at the top of their lungs.
From those heavily intoxicated to those grabbing each other by the collar as if the game wasn’t going properly.
I frowned slightly and pulled the veil tighter around my face.
“Over there.”
Minabell quietly gestured toward the corner.
There was a silver-haired figure draped in a robe.
Found him. Lucian Advein.

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