Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Wait, Where’s My Script!?

 

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“After all, I received a lot of such punishments when I was young.”

 

Speaking of childhood, it mainly refers to those years in the orphanage.

 

Lavendia’s memories started quite late.

 

She was abandoned in the slums when she was just a baby. If it wasn’t for the kind grandfather who picked her up, she would have frozen to death.

 

Life was hard when wandering with grandfather. But as long as they could earn some money for food, they were willing to do any work, no matter how difficult or tiring.

 

Grandfather was skilled at woodworking and made canes. Little Lavendia helped grandfather whittle wood, polish, and sell them on the street every day. Those canes were taller than her height.

 

Later, grandfather’s small stall was kicked over, and he was injured, temporarily unable to work. She then went to help at a nearby bakery, able to bring back bread to eat every day.

 

Or she would help carry things at the grocery store, it was tiring, but she could earn a few more coins.

 

Little Lavendia had already started learning self-defense at an age when she couldn’t even read.

 

A powerless little girl, if she had no skills, would find it too difficult to survive in such a chaotic environment.

 

During those days, she had to tie daggers to her hands, feet, and knees even while sleeping, and would spring up like a wild cat to guard the door at the slightest sound.

 

Such poor, hard, and destitute days,

 

Yet somehow, looking back now, it didn’t seem so bad…

 

At least, it was more free than being a test subject for nobles in the orphanage.

 

Lavendia suddenly laughed wryly.

 

Perhaps this is just how people are.

 

Once you escape from hardship and look back from a place of safety, it seems like it wasn’t so difficult back then.

 

Grandfather was mysteriously killed when Lavendia was only 9 years old.

 

Those seven years in the orphanage afterward… just remembering them would stir up overwhelming hatred from deep within her heart.

 

The orphanage.

 

Thinking of this, Lavendia lowered her gaze, her eyes growing colder bit by bit.

 

That orphanage where everything seemed fine on the surface.

 

The teachers all wore smiles on their faces, clasped their hands in prayer, devoutly claiming this place was a haven in chaotic times, and that they were the children’s saviors.

 

“This place is blessed by the divine, children who come here will never have to wander again.”

 

“We are all family to each other, children will grow up well here…”

 

But in reality?

 

Children of all ages couldn’t get enough to eat.

 

The vegetables for the children always had a rancid smell, while the soup was so clear you could see the bottom of the bowl. The adults, however, feasted on meat and fish, gathering for meals daily, saying this was the reward provided by the divine for adults.

 

When it got cold, the children didn’t have warm blankets to cover themselves, and the fireplace was only lit when someone came for inspection.

 

The textbooks given to the children were just basic primers, and no one knew where the money donated by the king and nobles for the children had actually gone.

 

Perhaps the orphanage was just a front, a transit point for funds. In essence, it was to cover up darker transactions, and the children were just being raised as resources for various purposes.

 

Those nights standing in punishment in the corridor, what they balanced on their heads weren’t books, but buckets full of water.

 

Fortunately, Lavendia’s secret investigation of the higher-ups was never exposed, at most she was punished for skipping classes, or for giving her food to younger children.

 

It was mainly palm strikes, standing punishment, kneeling punishment, and withholding meals. She had also been whipped by the guardian nuns, it hurt a lot, but at least it didn’t endanger her life.

 

If the adults had discovered what she had been investigating, the punishment wouldn’t have been so light.

 

“…”

 

Lavendia pulled her thoughts out from the waves of memories, returning her gaze to the young lady before her.

 

Claire was clearly at a loss.

 

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t get the words out.

 

Her eyes… showed neither sympathy nor pity.

 

Nor was it mockery or ridicule from a position of superiority.

 

It seemed to be just a kind of apologetic “I shouldn’t have spoken like that”…

 

That’s good enough, this is sufficient.

 

Lavendia wasn’t someone who would wallow in a tragic past, feeling sorry for herself.

 

Others’ sympathy and pity also held no meaning for her. After all, no one can truly empathize with another’s experiences, and she had already gotten used to being alone, always looking forward.

 

Only looking forward.

 

Hatred would pave her way. No need to look back.

 

So, Lavendia gave a light laugh, gently brushing past the topic.

 

“It’s just having slightly better balance, nothing worth mentioning.”

 

Claire lowered her head, staying silent, not responding.

 

The book slid from the top of her head, landing on the table with a clang.

 

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Midnight.

 

“After all, I received a lot of such punishments when I was young.”

 

“Maybe I got used to it since then.”

 

Got used to it.

 

Got used to it.

 

Used to it.

 

It.

 

In the quiet and peaceful night, Claire suddenly sat up in bed and slapped herself.

 

“No, I really deserve to die!”

 

The system woke up from standby mode: 『What happened, host?』

 

“How did Sister Lavendia suffer so much in the orphanage? The original game hardly mentioned this!”

 

Claire beat her chest in frustration.

 

“The game was all about describing Lavendia’s love stories after meeting the five male leads…!”

 

“Did I miss some setting collection or DLC?”

 

“I, I only knew that Sister Lavendia had once wandered in the slums and underground city, and later witnessed some dark things in the orphanage, being bullied everywhere, so she wanted revenge…”

 

“I only knew there was such a thing, the game didn’t tell more details!”

 

“It just felt like sister had cheats all the way, gaining new skills wherever she went, male leads would send information on every route, and sister still had to spare time to help the male leads resolve their inner conflicts…”

 

“In the end, anyway, she killed all the bad people and bad nobles, happy family reunion making dumplings together, and that was it!”

 

The system tried to interrupt: 『Host…』

 

Claire muttered with furrowed brows: “No, I need to think this through carefully.”

 

“Up until now, not a single male lead has appeared yet.”

 

She was completely awake now, turned over to sit up, took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer, and started writing and drawing on it.

 

First, Lavendia wanted to become stronger.

 

The game mainly talked about how she became stronger, what classes to choose each day, attributes would increase after attending classes, a bit like the 《Princess Maker》 played in childhood.

 

Then she would often encounter some fortuitous events while walking on the road, pick up good equipment, and helpful people would suddenly appear to help the female lead solve problems, so it felt like there weren’t many big waves playing through.

 

The game was titled 《House of Grendel: The True Heiress’s Revenge Tale》, and Lavendia’s background story also mentioned that she desperately wanted to become stronger for revenge.

 

Revenge… revenge…

 

Claire tried hard to remember who were Lavendia’s revenge targets in the game.

 

…Uh.

 

No good, couldn’t remember.

 

Felt like they were all stereotypically portrayed villains.

 

And it felt like at some important plot points, the memories were slightly blurry.

 

Vaguely remembered she confronted a noble, but couldn’t remember which noble.

 

Vaguely remembered her background was very special, could only get part of the clues in each story route, had to complete all five routes to barely piece together the truth…

 

But couldn’t remember what the truth was.

 

Also vaguely remembered in one ending she found the real final boss behind everything, finally completed her revenge!… but also couldn’t remember what the boss looked like.

 

In short, that is—

 

Claire now had impressions of the subsequent plot development, but not much.

 

Could remember small events, and basically remembered everything related to herself.

 

But as soon as it involved core truths, things related to Lavendia’s revenge targets, it was like being deliberately covered up by something.

 

Trying to recall was like looking at flowers in the fog, unable to see clearly no matter what.

 

Could it be that after transmigrating over, some important plot points were deliberately blurred?

 

…How could this be?

 

Claire wanted to organize clues on paper, but the pen tip stopped on the paper for a long time, forming a blob of ink, without writing a single word.

 

Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.