Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

"Half of the tribute allocated by the kingdom has been used up in one go..."

Satella didn't realize how much she was spending the money, but when she tallied up the bills, she felt a pang of pain.

This is enough to support an ordinary family of three for ten years... I really don't know how Kobayashi was able to support Kanna in the original work.

Are all Japanese programmers that rich?

Muttering to herself, Satella asked Kanna, who was burping, "Kanna-chan, are you full this time?"

"I'm full."

Despite that answer, Satella glanced at the system's taskbar—well, the task was still not completed.

They had already enjoyed a sumptuous meal and sampled all the delicious snacks, but Kanna's wish still hadn't been fulfilled.

Is it that Heaven is going to destroy me?

Satella felt completely drained.

Kanna tugged at Satella's skirt. "Sasa, are you tired?"

"Ah, I'm tired," Satella replied weakly. "I can't walk anymore. Why don't you carry me, Kanna?"

"it is good."

As she said this, Kanna trotted over to Satella, leaned forward slightly, stretched her arms behind her back as if carrying her on her back, then turned her head and looked at Satella with her big eyes, seemingly inviting her to come up.

—For a fleeting moment, Satella did indeed feel resentment towards Kanna.

However, after seeing Kanna's innocent and adorable appearance, all his complaints vanished.

You need to be reasonable, Satella. Kanna didn't do anything wrong. You were the one who hired her, so of course you have to bear the corresponding consequences.

Pounding her cheeks to cheer herself up, Satella smiled at Kanna and said, "Kanna-chan, you're too small to carry me. Why don't you turn into a dragon and carry me?"

"Ok!"

Kanna nodded understandingly, and then, in a faint halo of light, her figure gradually grew larger.

"Dragon, oh dragon!"

"It's Lord Dragon Envoy!"

"May the Dragon Envoy protect our Kingdom of Lugnica..."

Suddenly, she gained a surge in reputation. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Kanna, now a dragon, flapped her wings and soared into the sky, carrying Satella on her back.

Although Satella has no sense of direction, she can still discern directions from high above, overlooking the entire royal city.

After letting Kanna carry her flying for half an hour, indulging in the thrill of being a 'dragon knight,' Satella directed Kanna to land in front of her house.

To her surprise, Subaru Natsuki was standing at her front door.

He seemed to have something to report, but he was probably stunned by the dragon falling from the sky and stood there looking completely bewildered.

Satella waved her little hand in front of him, "Snap out of it, Barus!"

"It's a Subaru!"

"Even when he's lost his mind, he doesn't forget to make sarcastic remarks. That's typical of Barus."

"Lost their mind? What the heck... No way!"

Coming to his senses, Subaru grabbed Satella's shoulders. Just as Satella raised an eyebrow, considering whether to cut off his hands, he said anxiously:

"News just came from the Knights: Emilia was attacked by the Witch Cult on her way back and is seriously injured!"

Author's Note:

P.S. Thanks to Night Whispering Song, Wu Yu Kissing the Sky, Seeking Flavor of Flowers, Dark Night Monster Lumia, Book Guest 2419651985, Xingzi, Listening Sound, Starry Night Mo Bai, Patchouli Norrell, Tracy, Red Moonlight Blade, and for the donations.

Chapter 44 Satella, the Great Sister

The night was chilly, but the fireplace roared, warming the entire bedroom.

Emilia was huddled under the covers, with only her head sticking out. She was pale and looked very pitiful.

"Big sister..."

Her pale cherry lips parted slightly as she looked at the exhausted girl sitting on the edge of the bed. For the first time, Emilia felt that just uttering those four words could bring her warmth from the bottom of her heart.

The girl sitting by the bed was her older sister, who had an almost identical face to her.

However, Emilia knew that if the two stood together, others could easily tell them apart.

This is due to temperament.

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It's hard to judge what kind of temperament she has, but in Emilia's eyes, her older sister is full of energy and vitality, and she is also easygoing. In addition, she has a face that is hard to forget once you see her, making her a girl that is easy to like from the bottom of your heart.

But what truly moved Emilia at this moment was that she was just a girl, the royal city was so far from Roswaal's mansion on the border, and it was nighttime, yet she still rushed over overnight.

It is said that it flew over on Kanna's back, which is why it was able to shorten the journey of almost a day to less than an hour.

Because of this, her older sister looked somewhat disheveled, her clothes and hair were a mess, and her face showed undisguised fatigue. But in Emilia's eyes, her older sister was undoubtedly the most beautiful at this moment.

"Knock knock knock".

A very polite, light knock sounded at the door.

Satella turned her head in the direction of the sound and found a maid holding a plate standing there.

With her cute face, pretty short blue hair, and well-developed breasts, Satella recognized her immediately. This maid was none other than Rem, who was very popular in the original work.

Noticing Satella's gaze, Rem bowed slightly, performing an impeccable courtesy, and spoke in a melodious voice: "Lady Satella, Lady Emilia's medicine is ready."

"Okay, thank you."

Satella stood up to receive it.

At this point, there's a detail: when Satella was taking the plate, she accidentally touched Rem's hand, and Rem immediately pulled her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted, almost causing the plate to fall to the ground.

This detail startled Satella slightly, but then she suddenly understood.

—Probably because of my own name.

A girl named Rem had her village destroyed by the Witch Cult when she was young, and her beloved older sister had her horn cut off to protect her. Therefore, she deeply hates the Witch Cult, which worships the Witch of Jealousy, Satella.

Although she knew that the Satella in front of her was not the jealous witch who had devoured half the continent.

However, because of the connection in their names, Rem still subconsciously dislikes Satella.

It seems impossible to win Rem's heart now, right?

With a hint of regret in her mind, Satella said aloud, "Leave Emilia to me. You don't need to trouble yourselves."

“Then we’ll have to trouble you, Lady Satella.” Rem nodded. “Also, we’ve prepared a late-night snack. Please come and have a meal later, Lady Satella.”

"No need, I'm already full."

—That's what I wanted to say, but Rem had already left after I finished speaking, without giving her a chance to say anything more.

This favorability rating is probably negative, right?

Satella shook her head slightly, then picked up the plate containing the medicine bowl and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Satella scooped up a spoonful of the slightly brownish medicine, puffed out her pink cheeks, blew on it gently, and then held it to Emilia's lips: "Open your mouth, ah—"

"Sister, let me do this myself. I can manage."

Emilia, who was in a hurry to get up and prove herself, was met with Satella's majestic red eyes.

"what--"

Satella raised her voice.

So Emilia had no choice but to obediently open her little mouth.

"so bitter!"

The spoon was inserted into Emilia's small mouth, and the medicine flowing from the spoon ravaged the girl's delicate tongue and taste buds, causing Emilia's little face to scrunch up like a bun.

That's why you need to get better soon.

Emilia was seriously injured in the previous battle against the Witch Cult and lost too much blood. To make matters worse, after being sent back to the mansion, she couldn't find Betty, who was proficient in healing magic, and in the end, she could only rely on Rem's half-baked healing magic.

The wound is almost completely healed, and there are no scars left on the smooth skin. However, I still need to take medicine to make up for the damage to my body.

In conclusion, Emilia's health is still very poor.

"Once you get better, I'll take you to eat something delicious. I know a few restaurants in the capital that make really good food!"

"I don't want to become a fat woman."

Emilia stuck out her tongue, then, perhaps embarrassed by her own crude remark, covered her mouth and chuckled, before speaking somewhat apologetically:

"I'm so sorry, I just said those things this morning, and it's only been less than a day, and I'm already troubling you again, sister."

"Don't try to be tough in front of me."

Satella gently flicked Emilia's forehead, took the girl's pale hand in hers, and said with concern, "I heard you were covered in blood when you were brought to the manor... Does your wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Emilia said obediently, shaking her head.

"You haven't eaten anything since then, you must be very hungry."

I'm not hungry.

"You did nothing wrong, but you were attacked by the Witch Cult just because of your appearance. You must feel very wronged."

"I'm already used to it!"

"..."

Satella suddenly sighed, gently stroking Emilia's pale face, gazing into her somewhat evasive purplish-blue eyes, and said, "Lia, you don't remember anything about your childhood, do you?"

"—"

"So you've never known what it feels like to act cute, have you?" Stroking the girl's cold face, Satella spoke warmly, "You can, at least when you're sick, try acting cute towards me, how about that—after all, I'm your older sister."

…The warm words made Emilia's eyes widen.

The girl named Emilia has no friends. Roswaal uses her as a tool to win battles, and the twin sisters treat her as a guest of their master. To ordinary people, she is a half-demon despised by everyone.

My daily routine starts with getting out of bed in the morning, walking to the mirror to comb my hair, though sometimes I accidentally pull too hard and it really hurts. After washing up, I go to the dining room, where breakfast is already on the table, but my twin sisters have already finished eating and gone to work, and Roswaal is often away, so I eat breakfast alone. Then, as usual, I talk to the micro-sprites, followed by studying a thick stack of royal selections. Since no one is watching, I sometimes prop my cheek up with one hand and make some unseemly gestures. After finishing my studies, it gets late, and I go to the huge bathroom to take a bath. While bathing, I like to bury my whole head in the water, happily blowing bubbles, because it's one of my few forms of entertainment. After the bath, although I still want to chat with others, everyone is busy with their own things, so I go back to my bedroom early, pull the covers over my head, and go to sleep.