Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 33: For Now

As Eira walked away, Marianna watched her with narrowed eyes. She would make Ephyra pay—of that, she was certain. But for now, she had to bide her time.

Inside the mansion, Eliot stood by the window, watching the exchange from a distance. He couldn’t hear the words, but the body language was clear enough. Ephyra had changed—dramatically. He wasn’t sure what had caused this transformation, but something told him that his daughter was no longer someone to be underestimated.

He turned away, his thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. He had so many questions—about the attack on Ephyra, about who had sent the men after her, and about the strange shift in her demeanor.

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Elma’s voice, soft with concern, echoed in the quiet of the room. "Are you sure you’re alright?"

Eira, glancing around the space, replied almost absentmindedly, "Yes." This was the first time she was really seeing Ephyra’s room aside from the flashes of memories she had of the space. She moved closer, taking in the details of her surroundings.

The room was modest—almost too modest. Its minimalist decor gave off a feeling of calm austerity, as if its inhabitant had no desire to be seen or to make her presence felt. The walls were a soft shade of powder blue, offset by crisp white bedding. A simple black desk and armchair sat in one corner with nothing but textbooks, notebooks, stationery, and a single black-and-white photograph in a slim frame. The bed, made up meticulously, had a quilted white comforter that gave it a luxurious touch, but even that couldn’t detract from the overall cold simplicity of the room.

No personal touches—no posters, no trinkets, no sign that the person who lived here wanted to leave a mark on the world around them. A single blue vase on a nearby shelf held white peonies, but they were artificial. The curtains, a deep charcoal gray, framed the window, barely allowing the setting sun’s golden light to seep into the room.

Eira ran her fingers over the smooth black surface of the desk, her gaze lingering on the carefully organized bookshelves that held more dust than actual books. "What a hermit she was," she murmured. "So much silence. So much emptiness."

Elma gave Ephyra a worried glance as she placed a covered glass of milk on the bedside table. "Miss Ephyra, I just wanted to be sure—if there’s anything you need, you must let me know. Do you have injuries?"

Eira turned to Elma with a soft, almost apologetic smile. "Thank you, Elma. But really, I’m fine." She walked over to the closet and opened it. "No injuries," she said as she raked her eyes through the bland clothes in there.

Too boring. I will need a wardrobe reshuffle, Eira thought before closing the wardrobe and walking to the bed. She picked up the glass of milk and took a sip. She glanced at Elma and smiled.

"You’ve done enough by worrying so much over me. I don’t want you stressing yourself anymore."

Elma sighed, shaking her head. "You’re like family to me, Miss Ephyra. I can’t help but worry." Her gaze lingered on the girl she had helped raise. There was something different about her now, but Elma couldn’t quite place what it was.

Eira’s smile faded just slightly as she turned her head to gaze out the window. "I know, Elma," she said quietly. "But things are going to be different now. You don’t need to worry anymore."

Elma, sensing that there was more beneath Ephyra’s words, nodded and quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Eira alone with her thoughts.

Eira finished the milk and lay down with a loud sigh. frёeωebɳovel.com

She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before sitting up, taking off her shoes, and lying back down.

[AI, are you there?]

[Master, I’m here. I’ve finished the analysis, and I couldn’t find anything.]

[Really? What could possibly be wrong then?]

[I do not know, Master. Though some of my features have been upgraded, I’ve not reached the standard level of my fixed capacity where from there, I can start leveling up in accordance with your genetic data.]

Eira sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she processed the AI’s response.

[Alright, let’s leave that for now. What are my current vitals?]

The AI immediately responded.

[Physical data: All systems are stable. Blood pressure: normal. Heart rate: slightly elevated but within healthy ranges due to heightened emotional state. Mental health: significant cognitive activity noted with minor stress markers. The cut on your arm is healing as expected. No signs of infection, but the area will remain tender for a few more days. I recommend continued treatment and minimal strain on the arm.]

[Thanks,] Eira replied, appreciating the thoroughness. At least physically, she was fine. Mentally, she had more pressing issues.

As she lay back on the bed, her thoughts spiraled. There were several things she needed to take care of, including her financial situation, the issue surrounding Lyle Aelion, and her family.

Then it came to her mind: breaking her engagement with her bastard fiancé. Knowing that it wasn’t a matter she could handle rashly, Eira decided she would have to devise a plan that forced both families to call off the engagement. She couldn’t afford to do it right away, not without a carefully laid-out strategy. For now, she’d shelf the idea until she could come up with something concrete.

With that decision made, Eira turned her focus to another goal, one that would take time but was equally important—becoming the best student.

Ephyra had been ridiculed for years as the nerd who couldn’t ever top the class despite her constant studying. It wasn’t that Ephyra lacked intelligence; she simply never had the motivation. No one cared whether she succeeded or failed, and that had slowly worn down her drive. But now, things are different. Eira had something to prove, not just to her stepfamily but to everyone who had looked down on her. She wouldn’t just aim to be the best in class—she’d aim to top the entire state.

Eira smiled at the thought. As an assassin in her past life, her success relied heavily on her intelligence and ability to strategize. This challenge would be no different.

With this new resolve, she decided to start small by acing her assignments. But then Eira remembered something important.

"Shit," she muttered, sitting up abruptly. "I missed school yesterday."

How could she get the assignment she missed? She didn’t know anyone well enough to ask. But then it hit her: Malia and Orla—the Dellinger sisters.

Malia had been overly enthusiastic when they met, practically forcing their friendship. They had also exchanged numbers.

She hurriedly grabbed her phone from the side table and opened her contacts, searching for Malia’s number. After a moment, she found it and quickly typed out a message.

Eira: Hey, Malia! I missed school yesterday. Could you help me out with the assignments? I don’t want to fall behind.

She hit send and waited, her phone resting in her lap. A moment later, the screen lit up with a response.

Malia: Of course! I’ve got all the notes and assignments from yesterday. I can send them to you now, or if you want, we can meet after school and I can help you go over everything. :)

Eira smiled to herself, appreciating Malia’s quick response. She guessed having friends—no matter how small—wasn’t a bad thing.

Eira: Thanks! I’d really appreciate it if you could send them over now. I’ll go over them today.

Malia: Sure thing! Sending them now.

A series of notifications popped up as Malia sent photos of the notes and assignments.

Thirty minutes later, she was almost done with the assignments when someone knocked on her door. She raised a brow and leaned back.

"Come in."

Eira glanced at the door, her mind still focused on the assignment she was working on. The maid’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if expecting Ephyra’s refusal.

"Miss Ephyra, Sir Eliot asks you to join him for dinner."

Eira’s fingers paused over her notebook as she considered the request. She didn’t want to sit through awkward silences and forced conversations.

After a moment’s hesitation, she replied, "Please tell Father I won’t be joining him tonight. I have assignments that I need to finish."

The maid blinked, surprised by the refusal, but quickly composed herself. "But, Miss Ephyra, Sir Eliot specifically—"

Eira cut her off, not unkindly but with a tone that left no room for further discussion. "I understand. However, I won’t be able to attend. Could you bring my dinner here instead? I’ll eat in my room while I finish my work."

The maid nodded, clearly uncomfortable with going back to Eliot without Ephyra, but she knew better than to push any further. "Very well, Miss Ephyra. I’ll bring your dinner shortly."

Eira nodded in response, her gaze already drifting back to her notebook. "Thank you."

As the maid turned to leave, Eira heard the soft click of the door closing behind her, and she stared at her hand.

Suddenly, the memory of her death flashed through her mind, and she tightened her fist.

Eira wondered how her sister was. She must be happy, that was for sure. But the person who sent those men to kill her... She would find out who it was and make sure to repay them tenfold for the pain they’d caused her.