I Transmigrated As Callisto's Sister

CHAPTER 3

Even though she is looking calm right now If one didn't look closely he would fail to notice the glimpse of anger on her face.

Sure she would be angry, since the marquis was in the second prince's faction which was the reason why she didn't try to assassin Aria but that didn't stop her from bullying and tormenting her since she was a little child.

"It doesn't matter whether I was pestering him or not since all of that is in the past".

I can see her trying hard to force a smile. She stood up and left with the second prince following behind her.

'Oh god look at that face it looked as if she was gonna hit me'

"It seems like you're having fun." And that was when I froze. I turned and saw Callisto who was staring at me with an expressionless face.

I completely forgot that he was still here. I paused for a moment and said.

"Yes I had quite a fun time." I forced a little smile and that was when his aide came.

"Your highness there is an important matter" He stared silently at me for a little while and then went to I don't know where.

'Sigh'

Callsisto Regulus one of the love interests in the game. A tyrant who thinks of people's lives as flies, changes after meeting the angelic Yvonne and would often punish the villainess Penelope and his full sister Aria who had done small evil deeds towards the herione.

This bastard is the one who killed Penelope the most in hard mode thanks to him I had kept resetting for days in order to get to her happy ending. If it wasn't for me not wanting to die early I would have punched him until he bled but unfortunately i still want to live a little longer. I just want to know what did I do to have someone like him as a brother it's as if my past life's brothers weren't enough. No it should be why I was even here in this game as Aria in the first place but I wouldn't hurt my head with such thoughts since these questions wouldn't get me anywhere.

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Hwick!

There was a piercing sound that tore through the air, straight into my ears. In a daze, I woke up in a foreign room where two strangers came in one after another.

'. . . What is this . . .'

Where am I?

As my gaze wandered, a woman who held a riding whip in her hand raised an arm in one large motion. Before the woman stood a girl who looked about thirteen years old, trembling and blinking repeatedly as she stretched her arms forward. Despite being faced with this pitiful sight, the whip rose up high and cleaved down through the air without remorse.

Hwick!

Even as the whip emitted a sharp sound that had surely caused immense pain, the girl did not make a sound and instead bit her lips. She did not scream nor groan, did not betray even a hint of defiance. Now that I look at it more clearly that girl is the little Aria.

'What exactly is going on here?'

When my arm brushed against my clothes, electricity shot through my entire body.

'Injury . . . ?'

I was wearing my school uniform, as the sleeves rolled higher, countless red lines appeared from above the elbow to right below the shoulder, and old wounds broke open once more by more recent cuts. This was done when I was also thirteen by the nanny that my so called father employed for me since I was ten years old after he brought me back from my maternal mother's house.

Hwick!

As I inspected the wounds, the harsh sound permeated the air once more, and my eyes automatically followed.

"Ugh . . ."

The girl let out a small whimper as her knees gave out from under her. At first glance, it seemed as if the woman had pulled her or gripped the girl tightly enough to have made the girl collapse, but in reality, the woman merely reached for the girl's arm, the one that she had been fervently striking not too long ago.

"Ack!"

"Your highness princess Aria."

A pained shriek coincided with a graceful voice. It was a far cry from harmony

Upon seeing the bloody marks on the little Aria, I unconsciously gripped my own wounded arms. Mine looked more like scratches compared to hers, and sure enough, tears streamed down the girl's face. It looked as if she was trying to suppress the pain by pushing down the urge to utter a sound.

The woman moved away from Aria's, straightening her back and looking down at the girl with a mixture of contempt and sadistic glee.

"Five strikes left to complete your punishment, Milady."

As more tears streamed down Aria's cheeks, I clenched my fists. I shook in disbelief at the scene playing before me. Even though I have Aria's memories, there was still fragments burried down deep inside that are blurry.

"I'm . . . I'm sorry, Nanny."

'Nanny?'

Rather than punishment, it seemed like the woman was just letting off steam for her own benefit.

Ha.

Without realizing it, a scoff escaped my lips. It was exhausting just taking in this scene, and my head was still up in the clouds from fatigue and disorientation. Having fragments of a thirteen year young girl getting flogged was surely not the way to relax in one's sleep.

'I just wanna lie down somewhere and pass out . . .'

But rather than having the chance to rest, I was stuck witnessing a poor kid get beaten to death.

Suddenly I heard a voice calling me

Note: I took the last part from the novel 'The Exhausting reality of Novel Transmigration' and sorry for not publishing any chapters, I had official exams going on.