Bad woman, am I pretending to be bad?

"In early spring, the weather is not yet warm, so remember to wear warm clothes to avoid catching a cold."

"Thank you."

With each response, their eyes met, revealing their mutual understanding.

Yes, now both Charlotte and Isabella are bound by a shared destiny, their fates intertwined, one prospers and the other suffers.

They lit candles, added firewood, and without exchanging words, they simply sat around the fireplace, watching the thin snowflakes mixed with raindrops slowly fall outside the window.

As the turmoil of that art exhibition subsided, and after the baptism of blood, Tingen finally welcomed a relatively peaceful starry night. There were fewer theater lovers singing and dancing, and fewer drunkards spouting nonsense in beer halls. Peace and tranquility prevailed.

Rustle...

The white feathers swayed slightly as the pen tip pressed down, and the rich ink spread out in a hazy pattern, leaving behind continuous and beautiful characters.

Only those in the know understand that only the finest paper and pen from Tingen can make the strokes of your fingertips flow like a melody, soothing and pleasing to the ear.

Charlotte's immense wealth had made her indifferent to worldly luxuries; convenience and efficiency were her priorities, much like the two words she had just written on a piece of paper—

'memory'.

Forgiveness is easy; forgetting is difficult. Memory is the backbone of personality. The outward gentleness she showed was only one side of her view of Isabella. How to play the role of someone who actually existed is more difficult than playing a game at will.

If one doesn't understand the doctor's past and acts hastily without delving into it, those close to the doctor may find clues in the course of their interactions. For example, Ms. Z served the arbitration tribunal for several years, was familiar with the hidden methods, and knew that some ways could control ordinary people. Her keen observation skills made it hard not to worry if she showed any contradictory temperament in the details, leading to further investigation and suspicion.

Therefore, she needs to enter the ocean of spirituality and have a proper conversation with the deceased lady.

The ferry from Tingen to the land of the golden plants slowly came to a stop. The silver-haired girl, who had been waiting quietly, suddenly lost her senses, slowly closed her eyes and slumped back in her chair, returning the spirituality that had been enhanced by the arbitrator to Charlotte.

I'm sorry, Watson, please get some rest. The sea breeze is pleasant; I imagine you'd enjoy the tranquility.

Charlotte opened her emerald eyes again, reached out her hand, and intertwined her fingers with the person in front of her, conveying her thoughts to him.

she says:

"Eavesdropping and peeping are prohibited in this area."

Because they share the same blood and origin, the succession of their spirits is exceptionally easy. However, what she needs to find is not the spirit that she herself has separated, but the soul of the deceased that still lingers in this body.

"Isabella."

Add hydrosols made from daffodils and night-blooming jasmine to the incense burner, and with a gentle call, the delicate and enchanting fragrance will gradually permeate the entire room.

The dim yellow flame flickered incessantly, gradually taking on a vibrant blue hue amidst the recurring calls. Her slumbering soul slowly awoke, gazing at the clear blue sky and the mingled red and black colors, like an impressionist oil painting, hazy and dreamlike.

"I...I am..."

A series of soft, overlapping murmurs came from within, causing the already weak soul to shrink back in fear of the infiltration of malice. Fortunately, Charlotte reached out her fingertips and grasped the former from the sea of ​​spirits, pulling it away from the downward pull.

"Unfortunately, madam, you have died in an accident."

“An accident? You, you are the girl Zelena brought. I, I remember, when I was getting the medicine, I accidentally knocked over the bottle, and then I lost consciousness.”

Without blaming Charlotte, the doctor simply recalled the scene before she fell into a deep sleep, his already gentle tone now tinged with sorrow and punctuated by a sigh.

"Oh, it's because my skills are not good enough, and I made a mistake in this aspect."

"So, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Even setting aside her own motives, Charlotte wanted to hear what this gentle lady's wishes were on her deathbed.

Upon hearing this, Isabella pondered for a moment, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused and losing its clarity.

She murmured:

"I wouldn't call it a wish, I'm just a little worried... The neighborhood kids always love to come to the clinic together to chat with me and keep me company, and enjoy the candies that are given to the patients."

"Also, Zelena is too strong-willed. She always tries to do her best in everything, ignoring her own exhaustion. If I hadn't reminded her, she..."

The spirituality of ordinary people is inherently fragile. When the physical body they depend on dies, they are left with only a few hours left until the evening bell tolls.

Sensing her own state, the previously dejected brown-haired beauty suddenly raised her head, took Charlotte's arm, and her gentle voice became filled with anxiety.

"I want to ask you a favor. It may be too much for me, but as a colleague who works with Zelena, I hope you can, even if only occasionally, remind her to rest properly and not let fatigue weigh her down..."

That was all he said; there was nothing more to it.

"That's it?"

Charlotte was somewhat taken aback. Her only wish from beginning to end was to consider others. Those children were just being greedy, asking for candy and she could even sweeten it off as sharing. This sensitivity and gentleness was too pure, just like the amazement she felt when she first met the other person.

Unfortunately, gentleness alone is not enough to be a good woman.

Back in reality, she took Isabella's arm around her waist and spoke to the sinking soul.

"I promise you, but please—"

"Entrust the rest of your life to me."

Yes, she wanted to integrate the qualities of this soul so that, regardless of whether the puppet was inside or out, it would not be easily detected by others even after being spied on.

Silently gazing at the lifeless 'her' before her, Isabella remained silent for a long time. She fully understood Charlotte's thoughts. She could choose to give up, but she couldn't let go of the person who hadn't passed away.

Therefore, she willingly became a part of the soul, filling the gaps in the former's memory.

Tick.

"I promise."

The kind-hearted doctor finally shed a tear for himself.

Isabella was given a new lease on life.

Chapter 110 Melts Upon Entering the Mouth

On the ridges of memory, a few fragrant flowers always bloom.

I vaguely remember someone saying that when two completely different spiritualities merge, past memories begin to flow into the heart, not only Isabella's but also Charlotte's own.

Not an ordinary background, a well-known family of doctors, an outstanding university, and a seemingly ordinary yet fulfilling experience.

As time passed, Isabella gradually grew from an innocent girl into a graceful and elegant woman. She received a good education and had a gentle and considerate personality. She treated every patient, every person she met, and every different scene with peace. At the same time, she had a little bit of a mischievous streak and always liked to make metaphorical jokes, as if telling others that she still had a childlike heart.

One rainy night, before graduation, she met Zelena in a secluded corner of the college. At that time, Ms. Z was not mature, but she had the vibrant energy of youth, was strong-willed, unwilling to admit defeat, and determined to do everything perfectly.

And so, that girl collapsed from exhaustion in front of her, too weary, too bittersweet. It's a cliché story, yet it's like a destiny that people love to hear.

She carried Zelena back to her cabin and quietly waited for her to wake up. As the night ended, the academy gained a new pair of close friends. This was not surprising; girls always find it easier to become friends.

After graduation, they went their separate ways, separated by distance, but an unexpected reunion during a field mission led Isabella to linger, and Zelena to relinquish her duty as a swordswoman.

They didn't pry into each other's deepest secrets. Even though they were separated by extraordinary barriers, they still got along very well. Subtle glances and small gestures were all it took for these two gentle people to comfort each other with just a little hint. They stayed together quietly and affectionately.

Psychology was not originally Liren's major; it was merely a choice she made to pursue after finishing her business, in order to soothe the weariness on her close friend's brow. According to the association's registration, she was always a licensed doctor.

However, from now on, there will be no longer any opportunity to care about that friend, or to show any genuine emotion when inquiring about their situation...

Slowly pulling herself out of her thoughts, Charlotte subconsciously touched the corner of her eye, wiping away tears that had welled up without her noticing.

This is the feedback from empathy after merging souls; the vulnerability caused by being controlled by love is an emotion she doesn't particularly like but cannot avoid.

Sorting through the jumbled memories in my mind, setting aside some sentimental feelings, what she emphasized—her knowledge of pharmacology and her demeanor in dealing with people—was seamlessly integrated into that beautiful figure.

As her amber eyes gradually opened, Isabella took Charlotte's slender hand, not touching it, but merely showing a slight concern.

She said softly:

"Girl, don't be too sad about your parents' passing and let it affect your health."

It's a social distance that's intentionally maintained—close but not intimate.

"Thank you for coming all this way, and thank you for your concern. But it's getting late, and if you leave too late, Ms. Zelena will worry about you."

Charlotte expressed her gratitude tactfully, deliberately mentioning the person the former cared about most.

"Well, we're just friends who look out for each other at work..."

Isabella raised a finger to her lips, coughed lightly, and a barely perceptible blush rose to her cheeks.

"Just a friend?"

"At least for now."

With just a few words exchanged, the blonde beauty smiled and couldn't suppress her melodious laughter.

From her clear, bell-like voice to her playful expression and then to her suppressed laughter.

It's quite amusing, multitasking. You make light of things, watching yourself emerge in your most alluring form under the teasing, like a meticulously orchestrated erotic play.

The problem of 'memory' has been completely resolved; now the focus should be on—

direction.

With her beautiful handwriting falling on the white paper, and having heard too many stories about Hastings' history, she naturally longed to travel to Florence, the capital of all nations.

The headquarters of all the major churches are located there, and according to the theorem of the gathering of extraordinary characteristics, a hidden and powerful existence is also rooted there. If one wants to seek more opportunities in the path and sequence, this place is indispensable.

In addition, she also needs to find her lost little peacock, Sophie.

According to Winnie, the young woman resigned from her job as a detective and disappeared after their chance encounter at sunset.

That fleeting glance, the strokes of her brush sculpted a sense of spirituality, and she seemed not to have inherited the characteristics revealed by Watson, but rather to have chosen a different path, similar to that of a painter.

It seems that the memories of the past are still deeply etched in her heart, and she couldn't bear to burn even the girl's last possessions.

To regain dignity and return to the capital, the detective once said that she preferred to see the little peacock's dazzling appearance. Therefore, the stubborn and unyielding Sufby would definitely do it. So, she also needed to arrive early to quietly witness the return of the 'new darling of the mossy land'.

Holding the extraordinary characteristics of the Sequence Eight 'Monster' in her palm, Charlotte once again pierced her skin, dripping crimson blood tinged with indigo.

Blue blood is the best solvent and excipient for potions.

The delirious murmurs lingered in my ears and heart, but with just the blink of an eye, they vanished like smoke, turning into a soft, glutinous lump that I could poke at with my fingertips.

The definition of monsters is extremely broad. There are countless strange tales about mystery and horror from her past life. When she has nothing to do, Charlotte will casually flip through a few of them.

Sequence Eight, the 'Monster' ascension ceremony is recognized by many as the origin of a bizarre story, so she plans to try it out in advance.

Failure is not a big deal. This body can't hold out for long anyway, and its resistance to pollution is extraordinary. Besides, success means getting it done in one step.

As she immersed herself in spiritual vision, the world before her eyes changed dramatically. She saw Isabella's spiritual form holding up a dark red orb of light, slowly bringing it to her lips.

Undoubtedly, that is an extraordinary characteristic imbued with blue blood.

In fact, Charlotte has always been thinking about the extraordinary system of this world. To become an arbitrator means to complete the trial under the watchful eyes of many viewers, and to become a monster means to become the source of strange tales in people's hearts. Ultimately, it all seems to be a search for recognition in the performance.

Whose approval?

A high-ranking deity?

In her opinion, gods are merely the pinnacle of the extraordinary, possessing the same characteristics and sitting high above to control the direction of the path. If they can do it, then why can't she, as the creator of the puppet, identify with it as the 'god' of this path?

The approval of thousands of people is no match for the favor of one person in a high position. This is her view of the world. Moreover, she has always wondered where her peculiarity comes from. Even Charlotte could not attribute everything to arrogance.

Anyway, it's just an experiment.

The snow-white neck rose and fell slightly, the clump of fluid containing the substance entering the throat along with the fresh blood.

And the result was exactly as expected—

It melts at the entrance.

Chapter 111 The Tail and the Search

Her slender fingers slowly closed, and the brown-haired beauty looked up at the rain and snow falling outside the window.

And as the mind intensifies, those blurry things that the eyes cannot capture become clearer, from the flickering candlelight to the scratches on the windowpane, and then to the fine dust.

Cracks appeared in her eyes, creating a pair of dark gold and deep vertical pupils—this was the ability of a Sequence Eight 'Monster'—

Transform the physical body, shape the self.

She made the attempt and, as expected, reaped the rewards.

Through their own observation and identification, their own belief alone is enough to satisfy the people and eyes needed to create ghost stories.

What does this prove?

A sharp blade, extending from bone, pierced the skin from the palm of Charlotte's hand, dripping with blood, and came into Charlotte's view.

This is enough to prove that her guess was not far from the truth. Her arrival in this world was not just accidental; there might be more hidden reasons, or perhaps, from the very beginning, there was a higher being watching over her.

clang.

The bone spurs detached on their own, falling onto the driftwood floor. The remaining wounds were compressed by the muscles, and the mottled blood no longer flowed. Even after drinking the potion and becoming an extraordinary being, the deceased's body remained fragile. Allowing even a small amount of external pathogens brought in by the bone spurs would be enough to completely destroy any remaining life force.