Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 63: Confusing Entries

Eira walked slowly downstairs with her school bag slung over her right shoulder, her gaze fixed on the floor, her thoughts in disarray, remembering some of the confusing words she read in Ephyra’s mother’s diary.

With each passing day, I grow weaker. It’s a bitter truth, yet I find solace knowing I’ve served my purpose—though not entirely. A gnawing guilt lingers, entwined with a simmering anger. Anger at being deceived, at being fooled by those pathetic beings.

But then Master came to me. Her unwavering support eased the weight of my guilt and soothed the fire of my rage. It was in her presence that I realized another emotion had gripped me all along: worry. I was deeply, achingly worried for Ephyra.

Yet now, I am at peace. I know, with a certainty that steadies me, that no matter how hard the path ahead may be, Ephyra will find her way. She is destined to rise above this storm.

If only I had more time—more time to guide her, to make her stronger. But time is a luxury I can no longer afford. All I can do now is believe in her. And I do, just like how the master does, with every beat of her heart.

The words echoed in Eira’s mind as she descended the stairs. "Master gave me her support." Who was this Master Elara spoke of? And what purpose had Ephyra’s mother served that left her with so much guilt and anger? The cryptic entries in the diary had only deepened the mystery surrounding Ephyra’s family and past.

Eira’s grip on the strap of her school bag tightened. She didn’t understand and was just as confused as she was angry. Sometimes, in the entries, Elara doesn’t refer herself to Ephyra’s mother and sometimes she does. It was confusing.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Marianna coming towards the stairs. When they were almost a foot away from each other, Eira noticed a shadow fall across her path and glanced up to see Marianna moving towards her, all her attention, on her phone. The sight of the woman made Eira’s stomach churn, anger bubbling just below the surface but then she realized they were going to bump into each other. Frowning, Eira immediately moved to the side, making Marianna almost miss a step as she continued walking.

"Watch where you’re going!" Marianna snapped, glaring up from her phone with a scowl that quickly turned into a sneer. "Oh, it’s you. The little trash, You’re home? I thought you weren’t home."

"I’m home. Disappointed?" Eira said, her voice devoid of emotion, though the storm in her eyes betrayed her simmering rage. She stepped closer, "Besides, where would I be if not here? I’m not like your daughter who has a lot of money and can choose to not come home for as long as she likes."

Marianna’s sneer faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Should I be? And considering the designer clothes you’ve been buying and wearing, your words about not having money are very hard to believe, Ephyra." She glanced at the dining table where Eliot currently sat at the head, his back to them. No doubt hearing what they were saying.

"It seems you’ve been paying extra attention to me, stepmother. However, I must tell you that those clothes weren’t bought by me. What makes you think I bought it myself, Stepmother? Where would I get the money from? It’s not as if Dad ever gives me an allowance," Eira replied, her tone sharp yet laced with mockery. She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly as she observed Marianna’s reaction.

Marianna’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on her phone. "Who, then? Are you suggesting someone else is funding your little escapades? Where did you get the clothes from?"

Eira’s gaze turned frigid. "I have no reason to tell you but since you seem so interested, I’ll tell you this much—It’s none of your Fucking business."

With that, she turned to walk away but Eliot’s words stopped her.

"Ephyra you should have your breakfast before you leave."

Eira scoffed inwardly, one side of her lips pulling up in dark amusement. Then she turned her gaze to Eliot’s figure. "I’m sorry, Father but I will have to say no. I’m afraid if I eat, I will fucking throw up." Eira said with a mocking smile. The bitterness in her tone was unmistakable as she turned away, her steps quickening as she made her way toward the front door.

Her mind was a whirlwind, the fragmented memories from Elara’s diary only adding to the chaotic storm of emotions within her. Each entry seemed to reveal more questions than answers.

As she reached the door, she paused, glancing over her shoulder one last time. Marianna was glaring at her in hatred as she said something to Eliot who ignored her complaints. A surge of disgust washed over her, but she quickly shoved the feeling aside. She had no time to waste on them.

She pushed open the door and stepped out, the cold air biting at her skin. But it was a welcome sensation—one that felt like it could wash away the suffocating tension that had been building in her chest. Her eyes flicked up to the sky, the glittering light of sunlight casting a golden glow over the world.

It seemed winter was approaching.

Time to go to school.

She strode through the compound, passing the driver who was standing beside the car that she and Myra usually took to school, walked to the gates, out of them, and straight to the sleek black Mercedes parked just a few feet away from the wall surrounding the house.

Opening the car, Eira threw her bag in and climbed in.

Miles, seeing her entering the car, raised a brow. "You coming with us today?"

"Yeah, let’s go," she said curtly, and the two guards, upon sensing her sudden mood shift, immediately fell into silence. Miles, always perceptive of her moods, didn’t push her for conversation, instead starting the engine and easing the car onto the road.

Almost thirty minutes later, they stopped in front of the school gate, and Eira got out immediately, not saying a word. Not a minute after she left the car, it drove off.

Looking up at the gate, Eira sighed in frustration and walked in.

It was still early, so there weren’t many students, and she was able to reach the class without hearing any of the latest gossip except for Myra’s engagement to Alan.

Pretty fucking annoying to hear.

Settling in her seat and realizing she didn’t have anything to do, she decided to start the second part of the art project. Finishing early wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Eira brought out her art notebook and started writing a note on how she got the idea for their theme, the reason behind it, and how it related to her. Cyran would have to write that part himself.

Time passed, and the class got more crowded, with Cyran arriving.