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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

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Chapter 488

"? But I am talking with the Ninth. I've been wanting to do that but you forbade it-… hm?" — Seeing the stack she took out, the man stopped, sneering since he knew she communicated through it. — "Wait, your Highness, the Precious Ninth is writing something, I cannot leave now."

[ Has Sir Biel been aiding the Crown Prince for long? ]

"… I have, that is why I am his right hand…"

"My Lady, he is like a secretary. It is not much he does."

"Sure. A secretary that infiltrates countries and goes to war with you."

"There is no need to say that much. That you do out of like."

[ If so, were you also aiding in my search, Sir Biel? ]

"… Yes. It was an unfortunate event. Yet it is why it pleases me to see you fairing well." — While answering her, the eyes of the man met the prince's, this time dubious at the questions being asked, listening to the whispers Zeleskiaz would tell while the Lady wrote some others.