“Brother, how could you leave me alone to die?”
“No matter where you go, I will be with you.”
Those nightmarish words were the final punctuation of his previous life.
She was not his sister. She was the “adopted daughter” his parents had brought home.
It had been three whole years since he transmigrated into this world.
Now, he was Bell Lucas.
He had a new father and mother. He was the eldest son and sole heir of the prominent House of Lucas.
Clothed in fine silks and fed the best foods, surrounded by servants, his parents’ love was unconditional.
Such a happy and peaceful life had almost made Bell completely forget the gloom of his past life. He had forgotten the monster known as “Sister,” and the despair of being imprisoned in a dungeon where the sun never shone.
He thought he had gained a new life.
He thought he could finally escape that demon.
Until that day.
Bell was walking with his parents.
The sound of a baby crying
caught their attention.
“Dear, look. A little one has been left in our courtyard.”
“It is a girl. How cute. She can be a companion for Bell.”
A tiny infant wrapped in luxurious silk swaddling clothes lay in the courtyard of the Lucas Estate. No one knew where she had come from.
“Bell, come here,” Eleanor called out to him gently.
Bell walked over obediently, a hint of curiosity in his heart.
“Bell, look. This will be your sister from now on.” His mother’s voice was full of joy and tenderness. “From today on, you are a big brother.”
His father, Duke Alisker, also showed a rare, gentle smile. He placed his large, broad hand on Bell’s head and rubbed it lightly.
“You must protect your mother and this child, Bell. That is a man’s responsibility.”
Protect.
That word caused Bell’s heart to spasm for some inexplicable reason.
But he quickly suppressed that flicker of discomfort.
It would not happen.
Everything was different now.
This was a brand new world. He had a brand new family. This infant was just an ordinary stranger who needed care.
It was just a coincidence. That was right. How could there be such a coincidence?
He leaned in a little closer, looking cautiously at the tiny life.
The infant’s skin was wrinkled and a healthy shade of pink. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth opened and closed as she wailed loudly and tirelessly.
“Waa! Waa waa!”
She was certainly energetic.
Bell thought to himself, even finding the crying somewhat pleasant to the ear.
However.
In the very next second.
The world shaking cries stopped abruptly.
The suddenness caused the very air in the courtyard to freeze.
Bell blinked.
The infant in the swaddling clothes, that tiny wrinkled face, had suddenly stopped crying.
She seemed to feel Bell’s gaze.
Her little mouth stopped moving. Her closed eyelids quivered, and then, slowly, they opened a crack.
A pair of pure, obsidian like eyes, characteristic of an infant, locked onto Bell’s gaze with precision.
And then.
She smiled.
It was not the unconscious grin of a baby.
It was a clear smile with a definite purpose. It could even be described as... gleeful.
That tiny mouth curved upward at an eerie angle, and a clear, crisp giggle emerged from her throat.
“Giggle... giggle...”
It was a very happy laugh.
Happy to the point of... cruelty.
“!!!”
Bell’s mind went blank instantly.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely in that moment.
Everything around him vanished. His parents’ gentle faces, the bright sunshine... it all disappeared.
In his world, only that smiling infant face remained, along with that laugh carved into his very marrow, a sound he would recognize even if it turned to ash.
There was no mistake.
Absolutely no mistake!
Even if she had become a baby, even if she had changed bodies, the playfulness in that laugh—like a cat that had caught a mouse—the ecstasy of finding a lost toy, the absolute possessiveness...
It had not changed one bit!
It was her!
She was back!
That monster! That demon! She had followed him to this world!
“Ah...”
An unintelligible hiss escaped Bell’s throat.
An irresistible, massive wave of fear surged from the base of his spine, instantly piercing his entire back and rushing to the top of his head!
He felt his soul trembling. Every drop of blood in his body froze into ice in an instant.
Then.
A warm current spread uncontrollably from his thighs.
His luxurious and exquisite noble trousers were quickly soaked.
The fear named “Sister,” with just a single smile, had easily demolished all the psychological defenses he had built over the last three years. It dragged him back to being that helpless man shivering in a dark dungeon.
“Bell?”
Mother Eleanor’s cry of alarm pulled him back to reality.
“Heavens! Bell, what is wrong?!”
Father Alisker also realized something was wrong. He looked down and saw Bell’s soaked pants and his bloodless face.
“Bell!”
However, Bell could no longer hear what they were saying.
That extreme fear continued to fester, gripping his heart and squeezing his stomach.
His insides churned.
A strong sense of nausea rushed from his stomach to his throat.
“Urgh—!”
Bell doubled over abruptly. The gastric juices from his untouched lunch erupted, leaving the lawn in a mess.
“Quick! Call a doctor!” Duke Alisker finally panicked, roaring at the top of his lungs.
“Bell! My child! What is happening to you?!”
The entire courtyard fell into chaos instantly.
Servants rushed over in a panic. Some went to fetch a doctor, while others scrambled to clean up the mess on the ground.
Bell slumped to the ground, his whole body shaking as he gasped for air.
He did not dare look at the infant again.
He was afraid.
He was truly terrified.
Using all his strength, he raised his head. His gaze passed through the chaotic crowd to look at his mother.
Eleanor was looking at him anxiously, and the culprit in her arms...
The infant was no longer smiling.
She had returned to the appearance of a normal baby, even pouting her lips as if she had been frightened by the commotion.
She snuggled quietly in her mother’s arms, pure and flawless, like a true angel.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that just a moment ago, this “angel” had revealed a demonic smile?
Bell’s heart sank to the bottom.
No one would believe him.
He knew it.
In everyone’s eyes, he was just an immature child who had overreacted out of jealousy toward his new sister.
And that demon, she had won from the very beginning.
Just then, the infant in his mother’s arms seemed to sense his gaze.
She turned her head slightly. Her obsidian like eyes locked onto him once again through the crowd with precision.
Her face still wore that innocent and naive expression.
But her tiny hand, wrapped in the swaddling clothes, moved stealthily.
Her index finger curled slightly, and she gave a light, beckoning tug in Bell’s direction.
It was a gesture full of provocation and amusement that only Bell could understand.
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