Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 44

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 44
“So you’re saying that everyone—or rather, some people—who’ve formed bonds with you could potentially return with their memories intact?”
Serpina Rosena nodded slowly, explaining that there were indeed clear criteria determining whether this was fortunate or unfortunate.
“People who know I’m making such a choice can retain their memories with low probability. But I told the men I loved about turning back time. Including Aden Prince.”
She’d already stopped using formal titles, as if acknowledging that the tender relationship between the two of them could no longer be hidden.
I felt oddly relieved to finally hear my sister’s human heart speak. I wondered what she’d say if I told her that.
“Perhaps right after the regression he couldn’t recall anything, but looking at Aden Prince’s behavior now, it seems quite likely he’s gradually remembering, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“He already anticipates what I might do. But he won’t interfere with us. He hasn’t so far, and he won’t in the future.”
Her tone was so resolute she didn’t even qualify it with “perhaps.”
I could see how deeply she trusted and relied on Aden Prince. It made sense—she wouldn’t have resolved to undergo regression without that level of faith.
“Do you believe Aden Prince will become our ally?”
“If I ask him to.”
“But you don’t want to see him, do you? And the other people you love as well. If that’s the case, I’ll find another way somehow.”
For the first time, surprise flickered across my sister’s face.
But I meant it sincerely.
Even if that were the fastest path, if it made my sister uncomfortable, I would find another means. It wasn’t a choice worth making at the cost of diminishing someone I love.
“…No, I also have things to settle with him.”
“Then I need to know too. Sister. What happened between you two and what feelings you’ll carry when you meet. Only then can I be of at least some help. You might think I’m not useful, but—”
“That’s not true, Tiae.”
Even as the mood grew heavy, my sister habitually refuted my self-deprecating remark.
I knew she would.
“Then tell me soon.”
“…”
How long did I plan to wallow in self-deprecation? It had all been a trap.
That night, my sister finally yielded to my insistent demands and gave a brief explanation of what had happened to her.
Or rather, she tried to explain briefly. So many men appeared in her account that I was somewhat taken aback, though I made an effort not to show surprise.
The way she faltered emotionally several times and lost her composure—it resembled how she’d looked right after successfully regressing, seeing me for the first time and not knowing what to do.
“That was quite an epic tale.”
“I left out all the details.”
If my sister had abandoned everything for me, then I should respect the life she’d chosen and not pry into what she’d sacrificed.
I’d waited patiently while she avoided discussing the past, but now circumstances pushed me to question her about everything.
Then perhaps finding the best answer for my sister was what I could do.
After all, my sister wasn’t always a god who found the right answer either.
“If you regressed while leaving behind such a man—or rather, men—then you must truly love me.”
“Of course I do, Tiae.”
“But sister, you said you can’t have everything. Yet I think Aden Prince and I are the kind of things you can have.”
If you conquer that place called the Holy Kingdom, that is.
* * *
Aubrey Violet had lived comfortably as the second child of a moderately prominent noble house. A minor noble with neither great scandal nor remarkable renown—perfectly ordinary.
It was the same within the household.
Because I was born with a frail constitution and no one expected me to live long, the treatment was all the more dismissive.
‘Why does no one hold expectations for me?’
Yet this was my greatest source of discontent.
I was perpetually filled with ambition to move forward. If my body improved even slightly, I yearned to seize something greater.
No matter how much I pleaded for them to expect more of me, they merely confined me within their worry that I should not suffer.
‘Is there truly nothing else I can do?’
‘First, we must resolve your illness, and then we can think of other things. To expect anything else of you now would be asking too much, wouldn’t it?’
But I desired that very ambition more than anyone.
I even suspected that the adults understood my heart all along, yet deliberately turned away from it.
‘What if they decided not to expect anything of me precisely because they believed I would not live long?’
My sister, my brother, and my parents exhausted every avenue to cure my inexplicable illness.
They crossed continents to procure every renowned remedy and administered them to me, so I always believed they had fulfilled their minimum duty.
Yet my family always felt hurt whenever they heard such words from me.
‘Where exactly does this notion of minimum duty between family members come from, that you speak so sorrowfully? All of this is our effort born from love for you, so that we might spend a long time together.’
In truth, I knew that if a beloved family member fell gravely ill and faced an uncertain fate, I would gladly choose this path without hesitation.
As I grew older, I could no longer deny that my own suffering was real.
Yet my doubts truly began after I overheard a casual conversation between my parents.
‘Wouldn’t holy power be able to improve Aubrey’s condition somewhat?’
‘But how could we possibly grant that child holy power? If House Violet were to fall, then everything would end. I’ve thought of it too—don’t think I haven’t. How can you wound my heart so? Your complexion hasn’t been good lately, and my spirits are already troubled. Do you think I’m not desperate?’
My father’s voice, usually taciturn but now filled with unprecedented anger, and my mother’s voice, steeped in sorrow.
From that day forward, I could not shake the thought that a method to cure my illness existed, yet we were deliberately taking a longer path around it.
And that this was not their intention.
From that moment, at such a young age, I began to dig fiercely into why holy power as a treatment was forbidden in this Empire.
Absurd oppression and control. And the sudden disappearance of holy power from this land.
‘Father, if I could only rise to my feet, would you respect whatever dream I pursued?’
‘Of course. Unless you suddenly decided to become a pirate, I would respect whatever you became.’
As I matured, I came to understand that the most effective way to persuade my family was not reasoned argument, but my own illness.
From that point, I took action.
At first, I attempted to enter society in a manner befitting my age. Even with a frail body, there were events I could attend.
At that time, rumors circulated that young ladies were growing weary of House Faneshula’s iron monopoly on influence.
I intended to exploit that gap, build my own faction, and gather information about the Holy Kingdom. But that position had already fallen into another’s hands.
Minabell Cherita.
The young lady of a marquessate who had never shown any remarkable presence until then was already dominating society with astonishing charm.
It was clear that building my own influence among her circle would be impossible.
‘Then what could I do? Would it be faster to befriend Minabell Cherita? But I’ve heard that Minabell Cherita is close to that arrogant Rosena.’
During that period of contemplation, a mysterious letter arrived for me.
Disguised as an exquisitely crafted invitation to a social gathering, it was a secret missive sent covertly from the Holy Kingdom.
* * *
“Lady Flotie mentioned that for Rosena’s visit to the Holy Kingdom, a pretext would be necessary.”
Aubrey Violet’s composed voice resonated quietly through the chamber.
Beyond the communication device fashioned like a crystal orb, a smiling man listened to her words in serene silence.
He possessed the warmth of both Lucian Advein and Vincent blended together, and his presence had set her heart aflutter all this while.
— You’ve imposed conditions that would prove rather difficult for the Holy Kingdom to manage alone without The Empire’s cooperation. Aubrey, I’m grateful you’ve heeded my request.
His gentle tone, his affectionate gaze, and the fact that he was her benefactor who had saved her life—all of it stirred her deeply.
“Your Majesty, I shall prepare whatever you require.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————