Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Who Banned My Clairvoyance

 

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Claire tried hard for a long time but still couldn’t remember the important plot points.

 

This feeling… could this be what they call amnesia?

 

Thanks for asking, experiencing amnesia for the first time feels quite fresh.

 

It’s like when you just wake up in the morning, vaguely remembering what you dreamed about, but when trying to recall the details and the cause and effect, everything feels blurry.

 

Since she couldn’t remember the details of the main storyline, at least she should be able to recall who the male leads are, right?

 

Claire massaged her throbbing temples and drew a stick figure wearing a dress on paper.

 

Ahem, although her drawing skills weren’t good, it’s just a diagram, as long as it’s comprehensible.

 

This stick figure represents Sister Lavendia.

 

Claire recalled the game saves and drew another stick figure holding a sword on the far left of the paper.

 

This stick figure is called Perin Aldrich, the first male lead to appear, whom she would meet at the ball three days later.

 

The youngest son of the Aldrich family, a sword genius, playing the childhood friend puppy love role, with a very classic positive, sunny, and cheerful personality.

 

Because he appears earliest, the original story is also the simplest, easiest to complete, the process could be described as plain and uneventful.

 

His ending… seems like he would become the kingdom’s Chief Knight?

 

If following his route, Lavendia would gain many sword-related encounters.

 

What else was there.

 

Hmm, her head was starting to hurt.

 

Claire held her forehead, and as her memories became fuzzy, her expression began to show signs of pain.

 

That’s about all for the first male lead…

 

As for the second one, he seems to be the kingdom’s prince, called, what was his name…?

 

It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, as if she could blurt it out any second, but that name turned into a jumble of nonsense in the next moment.

 

She only remembered that his storyline was quite dramatic, and there would be several beautiful CGs with Lavendia…

 

How strange, these CGs were becoming blurry in her mind too.

 

Like an old dusty photo album that you suddenly want to reminisce about one day, but when you find it and open it up, every photo has been scribbled over with a marker.

 

Then the third male lead…

 

She could remember this name, which seems to be called Raelan.

 

However, Claire probably remembered this name because when she played the game before, she saw that this name was spelled as Raelan.

 

She thought the name sounded nice and the spelling was quite unique, so she specifically made a note of it, that’s why the impression was deeper.

 

But what this person looked like, what his identity was, she couldn’t remember at all.

 

As for the fourth and fifth male leads after that, they were even more blurred into complete blanks, without any impression whatsoever…

 

Claire felt herself breaking into a cold sweat.

 

Like missing a step while walking downstairs, her heart was pounding.

 

What exactly… was going on?

 

It was one thing not remembering important plot points, but how could she not even remember the male leads?

 

This was forgetting too much, wasn’t it?

 

How was she supposed to help Lavendia build relationships and raise favorability ratings like this?

 

Moreover, as someone who had transmigrated, Claire had thought she possessed the script and knew the plot development, which counted as a cheat ability of sorts.

 

Although she didn’t expect to freely control the plot, at least she could avoid bad endings in important plot points…

 

But after just a couple of days, she suddenly discovered her clairvoyance had been banned, how could this work?

 

This instantly turned into fumbling across the river by feeling the stones, right?! Super unsettling, okay! Which transmigrator would end up this miserable—

 

At this moment, the system suddenly said:

 

『Host doesn’t need to think too much, just complete the tasks given by the system step by step.』

 

This mechanical cold electronic voice, suddenly ringing out in the quiet night, sounded particularly creepy.

 

『The plot won’t deviate, the female protagonist will make her own choices at the appropriate time.』

 

『As long as the host plays her role well, being an obedient villainess, she can smoothly return to reality.』

 

Claire suddenly froze.

 

In the silent summer night, insects chirped outside the window.

 

She wore a light comfortable nightgown, yet was breaking out in cold sweat all over.

 

“…Was it you?”

 

“What did you… do to my brain?”

 

『What is the host talking about?』

 

Claire unconsciously clenched her hands, crumpling the white paper on the table.

 

Besides the two stick figures, she couldn’t write anything else. When she picked up the pen, she could only draw question mark after question mark.

 

Question mark after question mark, dancing before Claire’s eyes, overlapping with each other.

 

…How frightening.

 

Claire’s voice was trembling.

 

She asked softly: “Did you do something, deliberately blur my memories?”

 

“Just to make this plot progress correctly, you tampered with my brain?”

 

“What else will I forget after this? Will I— forget even my own matters?”

 

Claire was shaken, but the system’s response showed no fluctuation:

 

『Sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.』

 

『Has the host discovered some anomaly?』

 

Claire’s rationality was wavering. At the same time, she felt her head was about to split open from pain.

 

“Why… by what right, how exactly was this done?”

 

“What exactly are you?!”

 

Damn it.

 

Can’t try to recall the later game plot anymore, my head hurts so much…!

 

『Host, please remain calm.』

 

The system quickly said: 『This system has no authority to cause any direct effects on the transmigrator’s core being.』

 

“Authority?”

 

『Yes, confirming again, this system has no authority to cause any direct effects on the transmigrator’s core being.』

 

『You seem to have some misunderstanding. Regarding altering the transmigrator’s memory data or personality data, the system can explicitly guarantee to you that it’s absolutely impossible.』

 

『You entered the game as an independent individual to advance the plot, the system is to cooperate with you, to help you—』

 

“The tasks you gave me are clearly all unreasonable demands, yet you talk about helping me…!”

 

『This is because the role you got is the villainess, host. Only when confirming you don’t cooperate with tasks does the system have the right to apply for punishment.』

 

『The punishment itself is also to help you better advance the plot, please remember, all system activities are to push the plot in the correct direction.』

 

『You just mentioned memory blur, may I ask which aspects of memory are having issues?』

 

『I will truthfully record the anomalies happening on your end and provide feedback to headquarters. Please remain patient and trust the system.』

 

『We hope to establish a friendly cooperative relationship with the transmigrator, please trust the system…』

 

The intense pain deep in her temples, along with the system’s endless electronic voice, pressed against Claire’s consciousness like a tide.

 

She couldn’t bear it anymore, finally slowly closed her eyes, forcefully crumpled the white paper in front of her into a ball, and heavily threw it into the trash can.

 

“I get it, I get it!”

 

“Please just shut up, stop making long speeches in my head, it’s so noisy!”

 

The system shut up.

 

Claire pushed back her chair and stood up, opened the window, letting the night breeze mixed with the scent of rain blow into the room.

 

The cool wind brushed her face, the moisture soothing, slightly dispersing the gloom in her heart.

 

Claire emptied her tired mind, just standing by the window enjoying the breeze.

 

Inadvertently, she glanced down.

 

Claire’s room faced the garden direction, the artistically designed street lamps illuminated the rose flower beds, and in the quiet night, also illuminated a small, silver figure.

 

Claire curled her fingers into a telescope shape, held them up to her eyes, and squinted carefully.

 

— It was Lavendia.

 

Under the warm-colored lights, that silver hair was particularly eye-catching.

 

She wore a white nightgown and was pacing back and forth on the cobblestone path.

 

Staying up so late, taking a walk in the garden?

 

No…

 

Something fell, she bent down to pick it up…

 

Seems like several thick books?

 

Wow, so late at night, she’s actually practicing walking while balancing books on her head?

 

Too hardworking!

 

And not practicing in her room, is she afraid the sound of falling books would disturb others?

 

Uwu, sister…

 

Claire leaned on the windowsill, the night wind making her eyes feel a bit warm.

 

She watched Lavendia’s practicing figure for a very long time.

 

Until she could finally throw those uneasy emotions to the back of her mind.