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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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599 Chs

Chapter 175

"..."

'Perhaps... Is she asleep?'

The sun had ceased to light the sky.

Only the dark blue of a navy sky with a round white navigating it was covering their scenery illuminating the place he intently watched while the smooth whispers of the wind grazed his waiting profile.

Although he hadn't quit to surveil the platform below, Zeleskiaz had decided to use the heightened senses he had been blessed and trained with in desperation, as the supposition of not seeing her appeared to become plausible.

To no avail, his ears could not hear clearly, and his aura also could not reach her space to ascertain her whereabouts...

Solely his nose could feel some of her lovely scent, which was being disrupted by two foreign ones.

'May them be her servants?' — He contemplated.

"..."

'Sigh... Bloody beast... I am part of the house you protect... Why do you hinder my perceptions of her?

The Lady may be your Protege...'