Good Ending For The Villainess? (2)

"Your Highness, I have come to attend to Lady Eveline's condition," the doctor said in a voice that carried a soothing melody.

The Crown Prince nodded, his concern evident in his eyes. "Please, do whatever you can to help her," he implored, his voice tinged with worry.

The doctor examined her and concluded. "Your Highness, the saintess has unfortunately been tainted by war and now suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"This looks serious, what do you advise us to help her?" The prince asked with a soft voice while looking at the distraught Eveline.

"It would be best to remove her from the sight of others, especially Lady von Schwarzenberg ... Since she is to be one of the main triggers." The doctor, sent by Seraphina, knew his mission very well. He would do everything to remove one of his lady's roadblocks to success.

"Is there nothing else you can do?"

"No, Your Highness. I may have been a doctor for five decades, but there is no easy cure for mental illnesses. It hurts me to say this, but she needs to be away from this turbulent place and the constant company of someone she trusts. In this case, it would be you, Your Highness."

Arthur was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he loved her and wanted her to be his queen, but on the other hand, he was soon to be king, and there were many matters he needed to tend to. His father always told him to put the country above everything else. Only this can make him a good ruler.

Now, Arthur knew what he needed to do. His eyes looked at Eveline with worry and heaviness that he had never shown her before.

"Arthur! You must believe me! You can't abandon me!" Eveline shrieked like a harpy as she looked into the eyes of her Arthur.

"I'm sorry, Eve. My love, I don't want to do this. But it is for the greater good. I shall live with this burden my whole life. I will have a carriage ready for you to depart to your hometown. Your mother will take care of you. Tell her I am sorry for not being able to visit."

"NO! ARTHUR! YOU CAN'T! YOU NEED ME! THIS WHORE! THIS WHORE DESTROYED EVERYTHING! I AM NOT SICK! I AM NOOOOT SICK! PLEASE, DEAR! BELIEVE ME!"

"Your Highness, the patient needs to rest, and triggering her more won't do her good long term."

Arthur sighed and nodded at the doctor's statement.

"Alright, then so be it. I'll make sure you will receive the right amount of compensation for this. Also, please thank Lady Seraphina." Arthus said in a heavy voice and then retreated to make further plans for Eveline.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!"

Arthur made his way out of the room. He needed fresh air to think about this whole situation. The prince also needs to do a marriage interview around high nobles. Without a fiancée, he could not ascend the throne. He thought about Lady Seraphina but quickly diminished that thought as he knew she wouldn't apply. She was a workaholic and did everything for the betterment of the country.

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Meanwhile, in the dimly lit chambers of Seraphina von Schwarzenberg's luxurious estate. Seraphina, once Alexander, sat at a lavish dining table, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and suspicion. The allure of her dark persona seemed more pronounced within the confines of her own home.

Around her, trusted servants bustled with silent efficiency, serving an exquisite meal prepared by the finest chefs.

Adeline sat beside Seraphina and wore a smile that seemed genuine to any onlooker. But Seraphina could see the faint glimmer of malice that betrayed her former friend's true intentions. She knew that Adeline coveted her position and title, seeking to claim it for herself through any means necessary.

Seraphina felt a growing sense of unease with each course that graced the table. The food and drink, usually a source of comfort and pleasure, now seemed laced with suspicion. She discreetly tasted each dish, her senses heightened for any hint of danger.

As the evening wore on, Adeline leaned in, her voice a honeyed whisper. "Seraphina, I have prepared a special vintage of wine just for you," she said, her gaze intense.

Seraphina's heart skipped a beat. A shiver of trepidation ran down her spine. She masked her fear with a confident facade. "How thoughtful of you, Adeline," she replied, her voice steady, though her mind already alerted

The glass of wine glimmered in the candlelight, its crimson hue enticing and foreboding. Seraphina took a moment to assess her options, weighing the risks and consequences of her actions.

In a moment of defiance, she chose not to drink from the glass. Instead, she raised it in a toast to her guests, her dark eyes locking with Adeline's. "To loyalty and trust," she said, her voice laced with a challenge.

"Indeed, to loyalty and trust," Adeline echoed a smile that barely masked her discontent.

The tension in the room seemed to thicken, a palpable sensation that weighed heavily on Seraphina's heart. She knew that her refusal to drink the wine had not gone unnoticed, and Adeline's treacherous plot had been foiled.

With a sense of urgency, Seraphina excused herself from the table, feigning a mild illness. She retreated to her private quarters, her mind racing with the realization of Adeline's betrayal.

As she closed the door behind her, Seraphina felt the weight of her precarious situation. She knew she could no longer trust Adeline, and her survival now depended on unraveling the web of deceit.

In the darkened chambers of Seraphina von Schwarzenberg's opulent mansion, a haunting silence hung heavy in the air. The once lively atmosphere now seemed suffocating with an eerie stillness as Seraphina, once Alexander, stood alone and her instincts on high alert.

As Seraphina's amethyst eyes scanned the room, a sense of unease gnawed at her. But she couldn't pinpoint the source of her apprehension. The memory of Adeline's betrayal weighed heavily on her mind, and she remained vigilant, knowing that danger lurked within her own sanctuary.

Suddenly, a soft rustle echoed behind the heavy curtains, and Seraphina spun around to face the intruder. A masked figure emerged, their identity concealed in the darkness. Fear and adrenaline surged through Seraphina's veins as she braced herself for an unexpected confrontation.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Seraphina demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and trepidation.

The masked figure remained silent, their intentions shrouded in mystery. In one swift motion, they produced a gleaming dagger, the cold steel glinting in the dim light. A sense of impending doom washed over Seraphina, and her heart pounded.

Without warning, the figure lunged forward, the dagger aiming for Seraphina's heart. She moved with a dancer's grace, narrowly evading the lethal strike. The two engaged in a dangerous dance of evasion and attack, each move a calculated risk in this deadly game of survival.

But the masked assailant was skilled and relentless, their strikes precise and lethal. Seraphina fought valiantly, her dark resolve propelling her forward, but the element of surprise was not on her side. The blade found its mark, piercing Seraphina's side with a searing pain that stole her breath.

Staggering back, she pressed a hand to her wound, her dark eyes locked on the masked figure. "Why... why are you doing this?" she gasped, her voice trembling with both physical and emotional pain.

The assailant's silence spoke volumes, leaving Seraphina to grapple with the haunting realization that her end had come unexpectedly and tragically. Her mind raced with the faces of her friends and enemies, searching for any clues to the identity of her attacker.

As her strength waned, the figure delivered one final blow, and Seraphina fell to her knees, her life's blood staining the floor beneath her. In her last moments, she gazed into the masked eyes of her murderer, seeking an understanding but finding only cold indifference.

With her final breath, Seraphina's mind was flooded with memories of her past and dreams of a future that would never be. At this moment, as she took her final breath, time had stopped around her.

[Seraphina von Schwarzenberg ... Mission: Survive the Ending Scene ... has been completed.]

[Initializing Scan ...]

[Warning: Target is in a critical state!]

[Initiating Protocol 6996 -- Begin healing process]

[0% ... 9% ... 37% ... 78% ... 100%]

Suddenly, Seraphina was jolted awake from her previous near-death state. She could move around again, and this weird phenomenon seemed to have saved her life.

[Attention: Remove Warning State ... Cutting Healing Energy Supply ... Done]

[Attention: The Observer has chosen you after your death for a specific purpose. You have completed this world's objective. Now you will be awarded a once-in-a-lifetime chance.]

"I knew this transmigration thing wasn't so random. It felt too good to be true." Seraphina thought and then asked for the 'chance' she obtained.

[Attention: You will be awarded a ticket for the Wheel of Transmigration and a random Traveller's Power Up]

"So, I will go to another world?"

[Attention: Affirmative. You have been saved by The Observer from the Wheel of Reincarnation, and now you are his next project.]

"What do you mean by a project?" Seraphina asked doubtfully, her mind thinking of things this could lead to.

[Attention: You have insufficient authority. Please ask another question.]

"Give me a list of things your functions I can access."

[Attention: You can use the tickets and get answers below Clearance Level 1.]

"Damn, there is nothing I can really exploit. Since it is below Clearance Level 1 ... " Seraphina did not like where things are going. She did not do this for the entertainment of some random bored god.

"Okay, then please use both tickets."

[Initiating one spin of the Wheel of Transmigration ...]

[Result: Novel World - Heavenly Dragon's Dual Cultivation]

"Oh? Not too bad, but it will be more dangerous. But this time, I can become powerful enough. Something like an assassination won't kill me if I can cultivate to a certain level."

[Initiating one spin of Traveller's Power Up ...]

[Result: Chaotic Celestial Heavenly Demon Lotus Divine Body]

[Warning: The Observer has intervened ... Changing Status Protocol to 0]

[Attention: Result has been rewritten ...]

[Result: Seraphina von Schwarzenberg - Body]

"What does this mean? Why do I get my own body in this? What is this rigged instance?" Seraphina did not really understand what was going on. It feels like she had just been played with. Dancing around the fingertips of some celestial god. But this was also a chance. She will be herself and can do what she wants. She was not a main character, a supporting character or even an extra. She was just herself and Seraphina felt good thinking about it. She will plan out everything with her future knowledge. The skills she acquired in this world will help her greatly. Now, she was already looking forward to this.

"This time, I, the Villainess will have the last laugh!"

[Attention: The Observer wishes you good luck on this journey. He wants you to bloom into the flower he believes you to be.]

[Attention: Changing World Setting in 3 ... 2 ... 1]

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