[Ding, unknown substance in the body, purge]
[Ding, stabilising heartbeat]
[Ding, body stabilised]
[Ding, release of endorphins]
Lillian groaned in pain, her body felt like she was being burned alive, "What's, what's in this liquid?" she spoke between her teeth, her chest heaving from the strain the system went through to stabilise her body.
[Ding, poison immunity unlocked]
[Ding, memory fragment recovered, 0.4%]
[Brain stabilising now]
The system purged the drugs from her body, leaving a faint red hue on her skin.
Lillian released her head from her grip, letting out a sigh of relief. She curled up on the bed. "Don't ever give me that again," she commanded.
"But, my Lady, it's Lord Harold's command whenever it looks like the devil has possessed you."
Lillian sat up and looked at her. Her brows knotted, lips tight. "Devil possession?"
Mira directed her gaze to her shoes, lightly tapping on the tiled floors.
"Yes, my Lady, we truly don't know what strange sickness it is, that is why it's seen as devil possession since there is no cure, except the one Lord Damien procured."
Lillian's gaze eased , smiling lightly, "She must mean epilepsy," truly, this world hasn't had advancement in science yet, well, I wrote this world," she muttered to herself.
Mira stepped back lightly, looking at her mistress like she was truly possessed.
Well, not far from it. Lillian let out a sigh when she noticed Mira's look.
"Mira, stop, I'm not possessed by a devil, most certainly, but one thing I know is that we're late for breakfast and I don't want you getting punished for my sake, again." Lillian expressed, getting up from her bed, feeling much better, as she headed for the door.
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Lord Harold was seated at the table, with the servants already placing breakfast before him, while he softly talked to his trusty aid by his side, Andrew.
Andrew and Lillian have never seen eye to eye, largely because she can detect him with unusual ease, despite her being a human with no magical abilities.
He hated her because of the unsettling prophecy spoken by Lillian's birth father, which had haunted his master for years; he despised seeing his master troubled, especially when he could do nothing to fix it.
Lillian walked into the dining hall, half running, and she came to a halt, gasping for air. Mira was running right after her.
Lord Harold raised his right hand, balled in a fist, silencing everyone from speaking. His brows raised, a little smirk on his face, seeing Lillian arriving late for breakfast.
Lord Harold practically raised Lillian and knew how well he trained her, knowing she made sure no mistakes were made, nor appeared disorderly before anyone, even servants alike.
But this version of Lillian, since after the incident and she was found by the well house, with her wrist slit, wasn't expected.
"You're late," Lord Harold said, his voice as cold as Arctic ice.
Lillian smiled lightly. She walked up to the table, and one of the servants was about to pull out a chair for her, when Lillian walked straight towards Lord Harold and sat on the chair right next to him.
She drew the wooden chair against the tiled floor, causing a sharp scraping sound. She sat down, drew the chair forward, then looked up at Lord Harold with a smile.
"Where are my manners? Good morning, Lord Harold, such a lovely day, isn't it?" she spoke, overlooking his first statement.
'After all, I wrote this ingrate in, and so I can predict him,' she thought to herself. If veins were visible on the face, Lord Harold's own would've been visible to everyone.
Andrew looked down at Lillian, his eyes and hands twitched, eager to teach Lillian a lesson, but he was under the command of Lord Harold.
Lord Harold let out a sigh. He picked up a knife from the cutlery before him, then took a slice of bread and spread jam over it slowly.
"A lovely morning indeed, and to what do I owe this cheerfulness?" He asked, his voice less icy.
He was willing to take up the challenge, she threw at him. 'I wonder what tactic she's using today. I hope it doesn't get her almost killed like the last time.' he speculated.
"Oh, nothing, just excited to see the face of the man who raised me in my parents' stead," she threw back, reaching out for the same slice of bread he had taken.
"Thank you papa," she slowly drawled, to get on his nerves, the system kept sending her alerts and points; she didn't bother to check, not wanting to appear weak before him.
Lord Harold's brows twitched, 'she looks more like Marcy each day,' he muttered, staring at Lillian, something was different about her this morning; he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Andrew moved instinctively about to hit Lillian, when Lord Harold spoke up, "Andrew get the carriage ready."
Then he faced Lillian, "Eat to your fill, we're headed to the palace today."
Lord Harold got up from the chair, his appetite gone after the light banter.
He didn't expect her to be bold this morning; he expected the quiet, withdrawn girl, who tried to always recall events from previous nights, due to her being sick with an incurable illness, which people refer to as the devil's possession.
He got to the door, when he stopped in his tracks, "And don't be late, I don't like tardiness. There are always consequences."
Lord Harold walked out, slightly licking the jam that had managed to get on his left thumb.