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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 · Fantaisie
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Chapter 393

"Will the ancient ointment allow no pain?"

"… At most... only a pinch she will feel."

'No! That's a lie!'

"..… Do it fast. Not more than five minutes." — Holding me stronger as I shook my head stronger to his order I felt more like fainting. Even as he told the doctor to do it quickly.

"?! Yet your Highness-!"

"Don't say a word, Aindreas. Don't you see she's scared? Do it as fast as possible or only ten stitches won't do for your broken neck." — I heard him growl at Talmhach, which even though gruesome didn't make it to be of my concern at the time.

"… I understand, I am to do it the fastest and cleanest I am able to." — The Doctor clearly nervous in his voice said. Allowing a calmer tone from the crown prince, who kept me from looking at the tools he was taking out. — "Yet do aid me with the Lady, your Highness."