Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54
‘That’s right. I have a complete mental map of where everything is and what’s stored where, so carelessly touching things could make matters worse. Besides, nearly every item here is enchanted—if I accidentally disturb something while organizing, a curse might rebound on Flotie Rosena. How would I even know which items have what spells attached?’
‘…This is far too dangerous a place for a young lady! Miss, please return to your chambers at once!’
‘The Magic Tower Master is only joking. And if something truly carries a curse, he’d be the most cautious person handling it.’
‘I’m not sure how you’ve come to understand me so well, but your assessment is quite accurate.’
After observing him for several days, I found him to be absurdly far removed from the sinister reputation the world had spread about him.
Unpretentious and kind, with a generous spirit. He was somewhat sensitive about his age, though at his years, that was hardly unusual.
I began to understand why my sister, who had always kept the world at arm’s length, had chosen to entrust both her heart and her safety to him.
‘Asteron, even if my sister doesn’t become your direct disciple, I hope we can maintain a good relationship going forward. We’ll remain business partners, of course. But how valuable it is to converse with someone so deeply versed in magic.’
‘Yes, whenever I see that girl, I feel a connection to a previous timeline. I don’t know what it is, but we must have met somewhere, sometime.’
I had no idea what he meant by such words, but he spoke them in passing. I desperately pretended not to understand, wondering if he was testing me.
Asteron chuckled, then left me with words that were neither clear advice nor warning.
‘So Flotie Rosena, you must prioritize your own body and safety above all else. What good is it if someone Serpina Rosena loves and protects so dearly comes to harm? Your presence is essential to her happiness. If anyone tries to destroy that, I might just become quite angry myself.’
Even if memories from my previous life have faded, magic always leaves traces behind.
I etched those words into my heart once more. Yes, Flotie Rosena. No matter what I do, my own wellbeing and that of my loved ones must come first.
For now I’ll press forward while protecting the Rosena Duchy, but if that becomes impossible, I’ll abandon everything and flee into exile with my sister!
Though that would truly be the absolute, absolute, absolute last resort!
I clenched my fists where no one could see, then lifted my head. Minabell was still discussing what had happened at the Magic Tower with Asteron.
“Apparently I’m not entirely without magical aptitude. Rather, I have talent, but it’s been suppressed by my status window. It seems Minabell Cherita’s body itself had magical potential. Of course, my parents won’t be pleased about having a daughter with magical talent now.”
“So was that problem resolved? It seemed something went wrong when the Magic Tower Master tried to touch your window.”
That moment when electricity still coursed through the air remained vivid before my eyes.
“Yes, it was fixed safely. And the Magic Tower Master seems very interested in my status window. Since completing Quests appears to be part of the curse, they might be able to find a solution at the Magic Tower. A curse, of all things—I never would have thought it. To find something so fantasy-like in something so modern.”
Now I could understand a small portion of Minabell’s vocabulary.
The status window was an incredibly convenient tool, yet it seemed to toy with Minabell’s very life and sometimes even resort to threats I found utterly intolerable.
Minabell had thrown herself into high society to survive, become my friend, and constantly faced new challenges. Through it all, she willingly took risks for my sake—truly a wonderful friend.
For me, it was an invaluable tool that made my work easier, but for Minabell, it was a double-edged sword.
“If you enter the Magic Tower, could that status window be eliminated?”
“It’s only a very small possibility.”
“But wouldn’t that also mean the possibility of returning to your world isn’t completely gone?”
As I broached the subject casually, Minabell blinked. Her expression showed she’d never expected me to bring this up.
Had I said something wrong?
“Not always, but I thought you’d want to return sometimes. This world has no traces of the world you lived in.”
I had occasionally pondered this.
If all the common sense I once knew collapsed, and I had to adapt to an entirely new world—
If I were struggling to survive in someone else’s body, someone else’s world, someone else’s life, perhaps that would be bearable for a time, but once everything was resolved, wouldn’t I inevitably long to return to my own world? That’s what I thought.
I had even wondered if Minabell’s status window might be the last bridge connecting that world to this one.
“Well, life there wasn’t all that happy anyway.”
“But it wasn’t a world where you had nothing to miss either. Besides, you weren’t originally Minabell Cherita—you were someone else who worked hard to build a life under a different name. I was just wondering if there might be a way for you to maintain both that person’s life and Minabell’s simultaneously.”
“Hmm…. Most of the transmigrators I read about in novels stayed in the new world. That’s because their original lives weren’t very happy either.”
“Making someone unhappy is the easiest way to diminish their reasons to return. But if you have even the slightest lingering attachment, think deeply about it. You’re not a character in a novel—you’re my friend and a real, living person.”
Of course, I wasn’t directly involved, so I couldn’t add much more to the conversation. If only I were an adult with more life experience—or had experienced regression myself—I might have offered better counsel.
As I finished speaking, the magical teleportation circle completed its transfer right on cue. I stepped forward lightly, leaving Minabell to her increasingly contemplative thoughts.
At last, we had arrived in the Holy Kingdom.
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“The Holy Kingdom is remarkably hot.”
“Yes, it is said to be the place closest to the sun. After all, this is where the Sun God is worshipped.”
Jade Delpoi offered a straightforward answer beside Lucian Advein, who was voicing his complaints.
It wasn’t as though I didn’t know this already, but venting frustration at a knight so earnest yet so utterly lacking in flexibility and social awareness hardly befitted a lord. I would have to restrain myself.
Lucian Advein, dressed in thin garments, released a long sigh. The Holy Kingdom had already prepared an enormous welcoming crowd to greet the Third Prince.
“I’m worried they might throw eggs or stones instead of flower petals. Though I can hardly refuse to ride.”
“I have cast protective magic upon you for that purpose. And given that this is the Holy Kingdom, the likelihood of them being silkie eggs rather than ordinary ones is quite high.”
Serpina Rosena, who had been quietly following behind on horseback, replied matter-of-factly.
Lucian Advein released another long sigh.
Not a single person here understands humor! Blast it all. And I have to escort these people all the way to the Holy Kingdom’s royal palace.
“Haeston or the young lady would have appreciated the joke….”
“Sir Haeston is.”
“My younger brother is.”
“I know, I know!”
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In reality, Lucian Advein was neither struck by stones nor subjected to insults.
During the period when the Empire had spurned the Holy Faith, executions had been far more common than exile, so the number of exiled saints and clergy living in the Holy Kingdom was small. For the ordinary citizens dwelling here, this spectacle was simply an interesting sight to behold.
Moreover, when the king himself opened the royal treasury to distribute meat and grain to his people in honor of the prince’s visit, favorable sentiment toward Lucian Advein had only grown stronger.
“He really is handsome….”
“I’ve barely ever seen an Empire citizen. Except for the occasional merchant.”
“Your Highness! Prince Lucian!”
“They say he can’t become the Crown Prince? In the Empire, only those with red eyes can become king, or so I’ve heard.”
Even amid the clamor of the crowd, whispers about Lucian Advein could be heard here and there.
The voices were filled not with malice, but with simple curiosity and fascination—the desire to know more about someone they were seeing for the first time.
Blue flower petals, symbols of the Holy Kingdom, were scattered before him. The holy power that would be treated as something far more sinister than dark magic if even a trace of it appeared in the Empire was woven into the petals scattered here.
“It is holy power so exceedingly faint that it cannot heal anything.”
When Lucian Advein caught one of the petals drifting toward him and gazed at it intently, Serpina Rosena added her observation.
Dressed in elegantly tailored riding attire as she accompanied the prince’s procession, Serpina Rosena was remarkably composed and beautiful.
So much so that people of all ages and genders lost themselves in the sight of her.

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