Chapter 3: She drugged me to…
Thud—
Watching Aaliyah’s upper body sway and collapse onto the table, Phyllis’s face filled with triumph and mockery.
She set down her spoon.
Stood.
Slowly walked to Aaliyah’s side.
Staring at that stunning profile, thoughts surged.
Memories from her previous life welled up endlessly.
Last life, she entered Starfall Academy by sheer luck.
But talent awakened late.
Family destitute.
Suffered classmates’ and professors’ scorn.
Team-ups: no one willing.
That’s when Aaliyah entered her world.
Who’d think the flower atop the peak, next empire ruler, would favor a mere tail-ender like her?
She brought things she’d never had.
Money, dignity, status, hope, friendship… even love.
“You’re the most beautiful imperial girl I’ve seen… So, Phyllis, will you be my lifelong guardian knight?”
Under the night sky, her voice softer than breeze.
Eyes sparkling with hope and sincerity brighter than stars.
Of course she would.
She was the sole light of her first half-life.
Thereafter, they were inseparable.
Doubts around faded.
Replaced by praise and envy for the perfect match.
Rumors of Aaliyah’s unclear ties with the Papal saintess or elven ranger—she’d track gossips and deal with them.
Never doubted her heart—
Even after learning her tragic origins, Aaliyah was willing to oppose blood kin for her.
To help reclaim the empress throne.
How could she bear to doubt?
But who knew—all calculated by this bastard.
After hardships, uprooting the evil cult and usurpers.
Avenging parents.
At the end: companions in blood pools.
And Aaliyah’s cold face—never seen.
“Sorry, Phyllis. I didn’t want this.”
No time to question—the dagger plunged into her heart.
No mercy. No hesitation.
As if oaths never existed.
“Such beauty hiding a scorpion heart—waste!”
Recalling sweet words to this face, treasured memories—Phyllis felt chills.
But now irrelevant.
Waited full five minutes—no movement.
Phyllis confirmed: the fickle, cunning bastard princess fully drugged.
“Heh, my princess. Without deceit and betrayal—you’re nothing.”
“Pity, the weak me from before is dead.”
“This life, no chances for you.”
Like many reborn, upon realizing back to enrollment—first: loans from Starfall banks.
Bought sedatives.
Then lavish rent for apartment.
Became roommates as planned.
Sure enough, this life’s Aaliyah arrogant, domineering.
Tormented “nouveau riche” roommate—villain true colors.
Only after playing maid these days did she soften slightly.
But unexpected: first try so smooth.
Aaliyah drank the drugged soup without guard.
What a trash.
“Now, next step.”
Phyllis shook head disdainfully.
Propped limp Aaliyah up.
Pushed chair back.
Face flushed, hands on shoulders.
Straddled her lap.
Heat through stockings made heart tremble.
Instinct: slap hard.
But held back.
Future master of many spells—Aaliyah’s mind far stronger.
Pain might wake her.
“After hypnosis—plenty time to deal!”
Muttered inwardly.
Sitting on lap, face hatred.
Yet body reaction flushed cheeks.
Last life, after impossibly counter-killing Aaliyah—extracted hypnosis spell from saintess.
Inferred her deeds.
Then, though empress again, power vast—alone in empire.
Depressed.
Soon died from war wounds…
Her unwillingness moved heavens.
Eyes opened: back to start, enrollment.
Now chance at hand.
Use spell on Aaliyah—enslave before growth.
Vengeance puppet.
Even use her power to reclaim throne.
But spell had fatal flaw…
“Damn… truly yellow-waste mind. Even hypnosis prelude so shameful!”
Staring at face of joy and sorrow.
Hesitated.
Finally deep breath…
Kissed.
…
…
Aaliyah eyes closed, vision dark.
Suddenly face cupped by slender strong palms.
If not controlled, heartbeat would shake the room.
Beauty throwing herself—how resist?
Next: odd sensation at lips…
Warm, soft, fragrant swirling nose.
“!!!”
Aaliyah stunned.
What now?!
This timeline’s Phyllis full of yellow waste?
Moved in just for her beauty?
Too OOC…
But amid brain storm, familiar magic flow with warmth.
Stunned.
Magic users know: all spells have flow and invocation.
Mature mages judge type from experience.
But Phyllis’s spell—nine out of ten familiar—
The hypnosis she used last loop on Papal saintess?!
This… right?