“Status window.”
Several lines of text materialized before her eyes. Despite being just a few simple sentences, she had read them countless times and still couldn’t fully wrap her head around them.
It had been a week since she obtained the status window. Erika had locked herself in her office within the royal palace, locked in a fierce mental struggle with these words.
Name: Erika Angelina Noel Lv. 21
Class: Half-Elf Lv. 2
Alluring Enchantress Lv. 9
Performer Lv. 7
Trainer Lv. 2
Mage Lv. 1
Talent: 《Charming All Living Beings》《Calm Thinking》《The Pupil》《?》
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral
You are the sole survivor of a fallen family.
You must evade the enemies trying every possible means to ensure your family’s total destruction, and successfully revive your house in the future.
Fortunately, you are filled with passion for the reconstruction of your family.
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What on earth is all of this?
The most eye-catching part was the name ‘Noel’ added after her original name. She wasn’t stupid enough to not understand what that implied.
Erika had casually asked Sircir about it and confirmed that the Demon King Noel didn’t have a habit of bestowing his surname upon his subordinates.
Furthermore, didn’t the description below explain it clearly enough? ‘The sole survivor of a fallen family’…
Defeat the enemies and survive! This was the mission of Erika, the last orphan of that lineage…
Wait a minute! Was Erika Angelina originally this kind of character?
No, at least not in her memory. In the original novel, the Noel family was written out early and never appeared again. If a descendant of such a family were to appear, logically, they would occupy a pivotal position in the entire storyline. There was no reason for her not to remember.
Could there be some unrevealed, major plot point regarding Erika Angelina?
She couldn’t be sure right now, but the only certain thing was that her planned ‘character type shift’ had completely veered off course. It was a total mess!
Just struggling to avoid the execution ending was no longer enough. Enchantress… Witch…? …
“Knock, knock.” Someone knocked on Erika’s door.
Hmm? Was it Sircir? It wasn’t lunch time yet.
“Who is it?”
“Who else could it be? It’s your big sister! Didn’t you say you’ve been too busy to come out lately?”
Eeeek! It was the voice of that big gal.
Before Erika could even respond, Emile pushed the door open from the outside and walked straight into the office.
“……!” Seeing her face, the girl felt her hair stand on end. The surname Lyonesse following Emile’s name suddenly magnified in her mind, pressing down on her as if the thousand-year history of the Noel Kingdom was fluttering open before her eyes.
It was exactly these families who had incited the rebellion and defeated the Demon King. She had heard that they held extreme attitudes toward anything related to him.
Everything would be ruthlessly burned to the ground, turned into ashes without a single shadow or trace of the past… if these people discovered her true identity……
Then Erika’s body wouldn’t just be sent to the gallows; she would likely be torn to shreds and then reduced to dust, scattered into the sea as fish bait!
Thinking of this, the big gal in front of her suddenly seemed exceptionally glaring and high-risk. However, perhaps thanks to her ‘Performer’ skills and ‘Calm Thinking’ talent, the girl could still keep her mind sharp and functioning.
Yes, a clear head!
Exhaling softly, she asked the Emile before her with feigned casualness, “What brings you here?”
“Evelyn asked me to see how your work is going, so I came. By the way, why are you hiding in a corner like this? It doesn’t suit your style.”
*Whoosh—* Emile suddenly leaned down, bringing her face close to Erika, who was sitting at the desk. “You’ve been a bit strange lately.”
“Wh-What do you mean by strange?”
“You’re asking what’s strange? Are you serious?”
Did she find out she was a descendant of Noel?
The sixth sense of this muscle-head who hated using her brain was as sharp as a feline’s. It was possible she really had detected something…
Error! Erika’s brain was overloading.
The girl forced her face to stay still, realizing that cold sweat was about to break out on her back.
Then, Emile quickly looked away and scratched her cheek. “Did being rejected by me really hit you that hard? You’re acting like this because of that, right? But my father will definitely make me marry some other royal or noble son…”
“Huh? ……”
“And that other thing… you should be keeping your promise, right?”
“Eh?”
Seeing Erika’s bewildered expression, Emile grew irritated. “You know… about my apology. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t hold it against me anymore?!”
Seeing the big gal get so flustered that her face turned a deep shade of crimson, Erika finally realized what she was talking about. She breathed a silent sigh of relief and put on a bright, smiling face.
“Actually, I never blamed you, Lady Emile.”
The smile was like a spring breeze brushing over the willows by the lake, ripples forming like a poem of March.
Emile turned her head away and muttered softly, “Then why are you still acting so pitiful… Hmph! Consider it my loss, you’re taking advantage of me.”
A second later, her usual confidence and cheerfulness returned to her face. “But it can’t be helped. Since you like me so much, you aren’t allowed to keep bringing that matter up!”
“Yes, that is only fair.”
“Good… Hmm, and, since I’m a living person after all, I won’t ask you to give up everything about me all at once… so, take this.”
*Swish!* Emile pulled something from behind her back and held a small object out to Erika—it was a doll.
The doll was crudely sewn with messy stitches, and the thread ends weren’t even finished properly. it looked like a piece of rag that had been chewed up by a puppy, though the materials seemed decent.
The hair was made of bright gold silk thread, the eyes were sewn with blue buttons, and it was wrapped in red silk that looked like a dress.
Although the craftsmanship was rough, it felt like a shrunken version of someone she knew?
The person in question turned her head and squeezed out a small but urgent sentence: “Just treat this as me. Look at it every day, and then… slowly forget.”
Did she make this by hand? That big gal actually had the dexterity to make cloth dolls?!
Erika tried to imagine the big gal sitting alone in her bedroom, holding fabric and needle to sew a doll, occasionally biting off a thread, and piteously sucking on her finger after being pricked…
Honestly, it was hard to imagine… but at the same time, there was no better explanation for this clumsy, crude handicraft other than her having made it herself.
“Th-Then I’m leaving!” After saying that, Emile left in a hurry.
*Ding—* Soon, text appeared before Erika’s eyes.
[Successfully deceived the target, toyed with the enemy’s feelings, gained ‘Performer’ class experience +50]
[Class ‘Performer’ level increased! Lv. 7 → Lv. 8]
[The success rate for deceiving others has increased! Please keep up the good work and toy with more feelings!]
Hey now, what do you mean by toying with feelings? Don’t make her sound like some heartless scumbag!
But… I see. It was just as she expected.
Her current classes were Half-Elf, Alluring Enchantress, Performer, Trainer, and Mage—five in total. Each class had a level, and it seemed that as long as she performed actions fitting the definition of that class, her experience level would increase.
This was quite similar to a game, so it was easy to adapt to.
Her ‘Performer’ level was the highest besides ‘Alluring Enchantress,’ likely because she had been playing the role of Erika Angelina and dealing with the old foxes of the court.
But why was ‘Alluring Enchantress’ considered a class, and why was the level so high? She had never received any benefits from this class!
It was all insults and slander. Could it be a negative class……?
“Knock, knock.”
At that moment, someone knocked gently on the door again. Erika, who was lost in thought, shuddered, nearly developing door-knocking PTSD.
The person who knocked then slowly walked in. “Comrade! I brought you food! It’s good to worry about the workers, but no matter how busy you are, you have to eat, right?”
The newcomer was Sircir, the orange-haired succubus dressed in a nun’s habit.
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