[ luna , a girl transmigrated into a novel she once read and also a trained Assassin is now in a fantasy novel she barely remembers , What will her fate leads her to ....]
Interesting...!
Betty , wait until young master returns ,you are dead .. retreat and go backs to her dorms..
Luna , let's see
I am an adoptive daughter of the late countess , Father is neglecting me , current countess is on bad terms including her only son Daitreach..
[ More importantly.., can I use my magic ]
Luna , let's try meditation for a minute
Sats on floor , doing meditation...
I see , this child is quite a prodigy but her mana connection are like a cosmic web .. it will probably take 2 weeks to rearrange it ..
Luck never been on my side anyways ...
This body of Mia luna probably 9 years old
But she's so thin .. yet a mesmerizing beauty
Poor girl ...
Suddenly looses composer . Wait " what is happening!? I can't even stand on my feet , gradually loosing sight ..
"Wait. , damn it not again ..
Lies unconscious on the floor
..Lu....Luna....
Wh .. who!? Is it
Certain memories are comming back
System Alert!!
Error....!!!!!
I remember now , what novel this is ...
And me , I'm just a nobody ... My memories are still vivid though... Doesn't matter anymore
Betty : hmm dead , she looked very out of it .
Anyways she's dead .. wait !! Is that a Amulet , grabs it ..
Luna , what do you think you're doing ..chills
Setp back ..
Betty "!? What's this sudden chills , this isn't like her , this coward when did her eyes became so fierce ...tsk damn it
You seem alive now I'll be going back then ..
Betty "What is wrong with her .....da..dun...
What .. when did I hit the floor .. wait aghhhhh
Luna graps and twists Betty hand ..
Wa... Waittt !! Noo ! Betty screams in hoarse voice ...
Another maids rushs in , what is going on here , ..
Betty , help me !!agh take this bit## off mee
Pulls Luna back ..
Head maid rushes in , what is this commotion.. Master (count) has just returned
Head maid " Take luna to the hall , this should be solved by the count himself.
Luna , ....chuckles ... It's just as I expected
The count enters ...
Luna was looking at the floor when suddenly chills went down her spine , her instincts somehow were telling her not to look ..
Count didn't bother to ask what the commotion is all about and went straight to his main cabin ....
Head maid gets back from the counts work cabin informing luna that she is asked to be at his presence during the dinner ...
Luna didn't expected it , she nods
Head maid "alright everyone back to job , no gossibs or chit chat just finish your work .
Luna '_'
Head maid , "let's make you presentable at least , tsk ..
Luna takes a bath , I know it's today if I'm correct , she is supposed to be arriving here
If my memories serves right . Isabella who is the wife of The Duke of North .
It will be right to go with her , anywhere but not here .
I should probably meditate, I have already reached 2nd stage
I am fast more swift now, well it's understandable since I was just a child back then .
[ Wears a medium not that fancy outfit for dinner with the family]
Luna Knocks the door ....
Gates open....
family's dinner hall designed grand, vaulted spaces with high ceilings and lavish chandeliers.
Wealth, power, and refinement, diplomacy, and aristocratic displayed adequately.
The dining table was long and sturdy, set with silverware and fine china. Lavish dishes—roasted meats, fruits, breads—covered its surface.
Ornate, high-backed chairs lined the sides as if for giants
Candlelight from elaborate candelabras added warmth and elegance to the feast.
I looked at the count ,....
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He was sitting at the main single end of the giant chair silhouette carved in ice.
Tall, unnervingly still, and draped in a coat as dark as a starless void,
his presence alone could drop the temperature.
When his eyes met mine—sharp, pale, almost glowing—it was like being locked in a stare with death itself.
No rage, no madness. Just calm, calculated emptiness.....
A void looking back. And in that instant, every instinct screamed to run....
The air thickened. The world seemed to hush. Even the shadows dared not move....
He wasn't loud. He didn't need to be. The silence around him spoke volumes—a finality that said this is the end. The kind of cold you don't just feel on your skin, but in your bones, in your thoughts. The kind of cold that stays.
He wasn't a man. He was winter wearing skin....
A butler almost 60 showed me my seat , I sat
Including the Count everyone else were also present.. (countess , his son Daitreach)