Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Her Path Forward

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“Oh my, Dia-chan, you’re here so early?”

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind without warning, unexpectedly close, like a ghost or phantom.

Lavendia’s expression tensed, clutching the badge tightly in her palm, and instinctively threw a rather sharp elbow strike behind her, but felt like she didn’t hit anything.

“Wah— That was dangerous!”

Pink mist dispersed, and the vampire Aurora, whom she had just met this morning, appeared out of nowhere again.

She was still wearing the black silk formal dress from etiquette class, with a lace hat, but now had a suspicious black large box in her hand.

At this moment, she clutched her chest in shock and complained: “Dia-chan is too vigilant, I mean no harm!”

“Claire-tan can get close to you, could it be that you dislike me as your teacher?”

Lavendia frowned deeply and said softly: “Miss Aurora, please don’t address me that way. Also, please maintain a polite social distance.”

Aurora complained in a small voice: “So cold~~ Well then, I’ll call you Lavendia from now on.”

Lavendia really disliked people suddenly getting close to her, it made her instinctively feel danger.

She also didn’t like the smell of strangers.

Growing up, Lavendia was never someone who got along well with others.

However, Aurora’s mention of Claire… that was rather strange.

Thinking carefully about it, Claire was the only one whose closeness didn’t make her feel dislike.

Why was that…

The edges of the badge dug painfully into Lavendia’s palm, as if using pain to remind her to come back to her senses, not to immerse herself in ambiguous feelings, and to do what she needed to do.

She lowered her eyes and, while Aurora wasn’t paying attention, put the badge back in her inner pocket.

It carried too much hatred and pain to see the light. Before she investigated everything behind this badge, it would be best not to let anyone see it.

“…So, if I’m not mistaken.”

Lavendia maintained her usual expression, her eyes calm as still water, looking at Aurora:

“You’re also in charge of my dance lessons?”

“That’s right.”

Aurora said with a light smile: “But why didn’t Claire-tan come?”

“I don’t know.”

Lavendia shook her head and said calmly: “The young lady naturally has her own matters to attend to.”

“I look forward to your guidance in this afternoon’s lesson.”

“Eh—”

Aurora dragged out her voice in disappointment.

She slumped her shoulders powerlessly, looking quite dejected, as if suffering some major blow to her hopes, making a gesture of wiping tears while muttering something.

“…Wuwu, my beautiful girls getting close…”

“Stretching together… pulling each other, pressing against each other’s legs doing sit-ups… such scenes I was so looking forward to, am I destined to never see them…”

“Wuwu, what a shock… shock…”

Lavendia blinked, maintaining an appropriate silence.

Though she didn’t understand, she respected her preferences.

However, from Lavendia’s perspective, Claire not attending dance class wasn’t a bad thing at all.

Regardless of whether this adopted sister’s true nature was that of a soft and adorable little bunny who loves to act cute, or essentially a little demon with a belly full of schemes, ready to cause trouble at any time… it didn’t matter.

What mattered was that when interacting with Claire, Lavendia would vaguely feel that she seemed to become somewhat… unlike herself.

Would become curious, would care, would be influenced by her.

Would unconsciously pay attention to her, fix her gaze on her, guess what she would say next, what she would do next…

So far, she had never guessed correctly.

This feeling didn’t seem to be purely vigilance or disgust either.

It was quite mysterious.

After all, it had been a very, very long time since Lavendia had shown interest in anyone.

Since that grandfather who took her in from the underground city and personally taught her self-defense was mysteriously killed one day…

Since she was caught by the underground city’s administrators and sent to a hypocritical orphanage…

Since she discovered that orphanage, though appearing bright on the surface, was secretly involved in organ trafficking, and seemed to sell young children to the black market as materials for black magic experiments…

…Until now.

All of Lavendia’s time and energy had been focused on how to train herself, how to improve herself.

She had to do everything possible to survive, while wracking her brains to think, exhausting all resources to plan, exactly how she could start from nothing, all alone, overcome countless difficulties, and grope her way forward in the darkness.

A path leading upward, extending toward the light, that would allow her to survive and ultimately complete her revenge…

Now, the appearance of Duke Grendel had finally let her grasp hope.

Hope was indeed the most precious thing.

Lavendia had never forgotten her main mission for a moment.

To learn, to grow, to move upward, and finally, to take revenge.

To investigate who killed grandfather. Why was there black mist dispersing from his throat when he died, was that a trace of black magic fluctuation?

To find out the truth about her identity herself. Why did she have no relatives and end up in the slums since her earliest memories? Was her father really Duke Grendel who suddenly appeared from the sky?

If it really was, why was she abandoned back then?

Why did the Duke avoid answering and only respond with sorrowful eyes when she asked this question?

And that orphanage…

To this day, it still exists peacefully, presenting a facade of tranquility to the outside world. The director’s office desk still displays the charity trophy personally awarded by the king.

As for the badge in Lavendia’s hand, she had stolen it from the only unlocked drawer in the orphanage director’s office, risking her life to do so.

The badge was engraved with patterns of thorny bushes and a wolf’s head, brass-colored and heavy, perhaps quite valuable.

This was her only act of theft, stealing a direction for revenge.

Lavendia didn’t know what this symbol represented, and for a time she was anxiously at a loss, not knowing where to start.

Until she saw the broken teacup in Claire’s room.

The cup fragments were decorated with vines, stars, and roses, the same as those on the carpet in the mansion’s grand hall.

Madam Grendel said that was the Grendel family crest.

If noble families all had unique family crests… then Lavendia guessed that the one in her hand probably belonged to some high-ranking powerful family as well.

The family supporting the orphanage’s operations.

One day she would find the owner of this badge, and then, send them to meet the wrongfully dead children from the orphanage.

“…Huff.”

No, don’t think too deeply, people will notice something’s wrong.

Everything just needs to be done one step at a time, bit by bit.

Lavendia maintained a faint expression, calmly following behind Aurora into the spacious dance classroom.

Sunlight poured into the center of the room, a dazzling golden color.

Her hand clenched into a fist, then relaxed, leaving a shallow fingernail mark on her palm.

The impression left by the badge in her palm was still faintly red.

She lowered her eyes, looking at this tiny mark, and suddenly curved her lips into a light smile.

These two days at the mansion were days she wouldn’t have dared dream of. Meeting Claire was actually a very, very good thing too.

It had been many years since she had relaxed like this.

Buck up, Lavendia.

Your story is only just beginning.