Chapter 48
The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration
In the original novel, Diana was an assassin of the highest class.
Light on her feet, fast with her hands, and had very sharp wits. She was that kind of assassin.
This was the result of failing to overcome the soaring prices of her younger sisterâs medicine, and she eventually had to go down a darker path.
It didnât seem like she had killed anyone yet at this time, butâ¦
âAt this rate, sheâs going to start killing people in the near future.â
In any case, as an assassin, she later became entirely loyal to Leo and served him as his hands and feet. The reason for that was simple.
Itâs because Leo cured Ria of her illness.
Amongst House Carterâs items on which they had conducted magical research, it just so happened that there was one such item that could cure the rare disease Ria was suffering from.
Leo offered it to Diana, and the medicine had an exceptional effect on the child.
Truthfully, it was a stroke of luck.
As it was still being studied, the potion was incomplete and could still have had side effects.
When Leo gave that medicine to Diana, it was only intended to be a âclinical testâ in the first place.
Diana, in the end, did not know the truth behind this.
Blind to the truth, for her, Leo was entirely just the âsavior of my little sisterâ.
And Diana was someone who would do anything for her benefactor.
âItâs not a leap. You will be deeply, exceptionally loyal. Because you love and care about your sister very much.â
As Rosetta was thinking about the original novel for a while, she smiled and replied like this.
On the other hand, Diana couldnât smile at all.
In fact, she also knew about her own sharp senses.
When she had to survive from the bottom of the pack, she had no choice but to have these senses.
And, with that sharp wit, she realized that Rosettaâs words clearly had an underlying meaning.
That being saidâ¦
âJust now, what youâre saying⦠Are you saying that youâre taking my sister hostage?â
She asked the question, yet no answer returned right away as she stifled her breaths.
The silence was suffocating.
She was so nervous because the silence could be interpreted as both a yes and a no.
Dianaâs fingers curled onto the floor.
And her fingernails scratched through the rough, arid surface.
âBefore I came here, I found out a few things about youâ¦â
âPardon?â
âI heard that youâre working for one of those shady guilds? And that you borrowed money there for your sisterâs medication.â
At Rosettaâs hushed question, Diana blinked.
âYou found out something like that in such a short amount of time?â
Perhaps it was only natural for her influence over information to be that powerful because she was a ducal princess.
Whenever she confirmed once more the monster-like aspects of the princess, Dianaâs heart just tightened up even more because of anxiety.
She was already going crazy from worry for Ria, who was still counting alone outside the door.
Soon, however, these emotions shattered and dispersed into the air.
âThat medicine. Itâs fake, you know.â
Despite how offhandedly she delivered this fact, Rosettaâs words were absolutely shocking to Diana.
ââ¦What⦠are youâ¦â
If words had a tangible form to them, Diana would have collapsed from them by now.
It felt as if sheâd been hit on the back of her head with a massive blunt weapon.
âFrom what I gathered, it has effects like a painkiller, and your sister said she felt like sheâs getting better, right? Thatâs only because she canât feel the pain. Besides the temporary anesthetic effect, there is a side effect that would make your sisterâs body gradually deteriorate. Perhaps even, she could lose her life any time soon.â
âLiesâ¦â
âIsnât the bottom of her eyes becoming yellowish brown little by little? Her hands are shaking, and her tongue is becoming a strange color, too, I believe⦠Itâs been a while since she drank the medicine, yes?â
Every time Rosetta recited the symptoms one by one, Diana could see her little sisterâs face flashing though her head.
The deepening shadows of the yellow-brown hue under her eyes, her hands that trembled frequently. Even her pronunciation sometimes turned unintelligible.
âNow that I think about it, these symptoms didnât appear until she was drinking the medicineâ¦â
As Diana thought about this, she jumped up from the ground.
Blood was oozing from both of her knees when she had hit the floor with a loud thud earlier.
However, she felt no pain at all.
She wouldnât feel any pain in her body. She was seething with blind rage.
âWhat do you plan to do?â
At Rosettaâs question, which she asked with the same calm demeanor, Diana replied in a voice that slightly betrayed her restlessness.
âIâll have to pay them a visit. I have to know if itâs true. If it is, then Iâll kill them all.â
At the frank remark that held not a trace of falsehood, Rosetta nodded back. Then, she asked again.
âHow?â
âThatâ¦â
Hesitating at that point, Diana trailed off.
She also knew that she wouldnât be able to do it.
âYou cherish your life though. Donât you have to protect your sister? If you go to a place like that alone, then you know fully well which side will perish.â
She couldnât refute any of it. Because she knew that what Rosetta said was correct.
At that moment, what swept through her entire being was a sense of helplessness, resentment, fury.
That anger boiled within her and became lodged at her throat.
That hot, acrid sensation prickled at her throat and around her eyes.
âIf you join my side, then Iâll help you. Whether itâs revenge or looking the other way. Whatever it is that you wish.â
ââ¦â¦â
âAnd, Iâll help you find the real medicine for that child.â
Hearing Rosettaâs offer, Diana shook her head in disbelief.
Even now, she still couldnât understand.
Why.
âWhy⦠Why would Your Ladyship go that far for me? I am no one.â
In response to her genuine confusion, Rosetta raised her eyebrows.
The people that she was trying to help thus far were only the kind of woeful people who wouldnât take goodwill as goodwill at its face value.
People who wouldnât easily trust others and who wouldnât easily trust this world that really could not be depended onâthe kind of people who lived their lives only by surviving.
Well, itâs not bad to be suspicious of others.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
After all, wasnât it that Rosetta was trying to win over both Cassion and Diana for her own agenda?
Rosetta looked to the side slightly.
There in her periphery, she saw Cassionâs fingertips.
Then, looking back towards the front again, in that tense silence, Rosetta slowly rose from her seat.
The two peopleâs gazes met.
âI want you. I am someone who invests that much in the people I want.â
As Rosetta said this, she began to walk forward.
Ta-dak. Ta-dak. Ta-dak.
The sound of her footsteps echoed in the small shanty.
The sound of stifled sobs. The sound of footsteps.
In the midst of that unbecoming harmony, Rosettaâs aloof voice rang through.
âI will be the roof over your head. I will be the foundation to your shelter. The floor, the walls, the bed, the food. Whatever else it is, I will be that for you.â
Strangely, this indifferent tone was more comforting.
There were times when a tone like this would echo more greatly inside oneâs heart.
âEither during the day and even during the night, Iâll let you live amidst brightness. Both you and your sister.â
Without a single exaggeration. Just, she would give what she had mentioned.
âAt the worldâs behest, if youâre supposed to roll over like a dog anyway, wouldnât you rather roll over under the care of someone who can be your shelter?â
She was not a warm person, but this at least, she could give. She was someone who would keep her word.
âFor being my hostage, your sister will receive support and protection from me. As long as you do not betray me, that is.â
Because it was a small house, no matter how slow she walked or how narrow her steps were, Diana and Rosetta soon faced each other in close proximity.
There, as close as they were when they had confronted each other in the alley.
âThat is all I require of youâthat you do not betray me.â
With Dianaâs eyes brimming with tears, Rosetta patted her on the arm twice.
As if telling her, youâve gone through so much, youâve worked hard until now.
At the emotions she was feeling for the first time, her tears eventually fell down from Dianaâs eyes.
Rosetta walked past the sobbing woman and towards the door.
Ta-dak.
Rosettaâs steps stopped as she faced the door.
âNinety⦠Ninety-one⦠Ninety-twoâ¦â
With a small voice, the child could still be heard counting.
Perhaps five times had already passed.
Even so, the child did not come back into the house.
Just as the childâs small voice could be heard from the inside, she would have also definitely heard what was being said from the outside.
Even if she couldnât hear the details of that conversation, even a child could tell that it was not a very pleasant situation.
âOne hundred.â
Finally, the last of the countdown came from beyond the door. However, it was uncertain which round this was.
At the same time, Rosetta pushed the door. As it loudly squeaked open, Rosetta saw the child squatting on one side, sobbing as well.
Ria glanced up as she felt the door open, then looked at Rosetta who appeared before her.
âOne hundred⦠I⦠counted it allâ¦â
Hearing the child speak through her tears, Rosetta smiled warmly.
âMm-hmm. Youâre very good at counting, arenât you.â
A gentle palm stroked Riaâs head.
A gesture that said thereâs nothing to be afraid of.
Soon afterwards, Rosetta crouched down and held the little girl in her embrace.
The scrawny child was as light as cotton candy.
Rosetta patted the child on her emaciated back, then she turned to nod at Diana.
âIâm taking this little one as my hostage now. Because no matter how much I think it over, I really do want you. Now then, what will you do? Will you follow me?â
At the question that held not a hint of a jest, Diana dropped her head.
She had lost both her parents at such a young age, and ever since then, she had been protecting her younger sister all by herself.
Without her, she knew that Ria would not be safe. So, all this time, she had obsessively been protecting her.
But strangely enoughâ¦
Ria looked so safe in that womanâs arms, despite how slender Rosetta was.
Even Diana herself wanted to hold onto that slender hand and beg for her protection.
If she were to be honest with herself, this life she was living was so tiresomeâ daunting.
She, too, wanted to have someone who would protect her.
She was tired of this old house, tired of being hungry, tired of being looked down on, tired of being so poor.
Diana slowly bent down.
And bowed her head.
Towards the woman who would be her shelterâthe woman who would take her younger sister hostage.
âI will gladly go with you, Princess. Please accept me.â