They are all characters I control.

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Anna, who was frantically dodging, looked on incredulously: "Are you crazy?! Leah!"

"Ha, the dog is barking!?" Claire raised her hand and lashed out with the whip again.

Anna finally realized that Lia had really gone mad.

She actually hit herself, as if she had become a completely different person.

Faced with the whip being lashed out, Anna's eyes hardened. She lunged forward and grabbed Claire's wrist, snatching the whip and lashing it at Claire.

"I'll tell the master later that you accidentally hurt yourself. That's what I told him when you were injured before, Miss."

Claire, who dodged the whip from the maid who dared to lash her master, looked even colder.

He turned and picked up the decorative knight's sword that was lying to the side.

As Claire (Lia) picked up the longsword, the maid Anna curled her lips in disdain and looked at the young lady who had drawn the sword with a mocking smile. From childhood to adulthood, Leah had never touched a sword.

"Miss, if you apologize to me now, I might consider forgiving you. Otherwise, we can't continue being friends..."

Before she could finish speaking, Claire thrust her longsword straight at her.

This sword strike was somewhat rusty, after all, Claire had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a hundred years, and Leah's body was still as fragile as a chicken, but the skill she had used to behead the archbishop back then was still there.

Anna reacted quickly to dodge, but Claire's sword still managed to slash half of her cheek, and blood was flowing from her ear.

"You...you actually wanted to kill me!?" Blood immediately streamed down Anna's cheek as she looked at the blood on her hands.

At this moment, she finally felt fear towards the 'Lia' in front of her.

Claire twirled her longsword, lamenting that she was indeed out of practice: "If I don't kill you, why would I keep you around to waste food?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the longsword in his hand, like a viper spitting its tongue, plunged straight into Anna's throat once more.

Anna quickly dodged when she saw this, and just as Claire was about to give chase, the servants who heard the commotion ran over.

The servants rushed forward and grabbed Claire.

When Anna saw the crowd arrive, she walked up to Claire, who was being restrained, and slapped her hard across the face. She even tried to slap her a second time.

But when Anna was stared at by Claire's eyes, which looked like she was looking at a dead person, she involuntarily lowered her raised hand.

However, what Claire found even more unbelievable than the fact that the maid dared to slap her master was that the maids and servants did not react at all.

Anna, the personal maid, slapped her master across the face, and the servants didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it at all.

Although Claire had wanted to kill everyone in the Rost family here, she still felt sad about the body she was currently controlling.

Remember, the body I'm controlling belongs to the eldest daughter of the Rost family, right? This is it? Is this the treatment an eldest daughter should receive?

Back when he was a puppet emperor, he was doing much better than her.

The maids didn't even help Claire change his clothes; they simply led him towards the restaurant, and Claire didn't struggle.

He also wanted to see what the Rost family, who had betrayed him a hundred years later, would be like.

Before long, Claire and her maid arrived at a hall that still met the standards of aristocratic luxury.

The long dining table was covered with a clean white linen tablecloth, and the silver cutlery gleamed.

At this moment, a noblewoman and a young lady dressed as a young lady were sitting at one end of the long table.

According to Claire's memories of Lilia, the well-preserved middle-aged noblewoman, who still retained some of her youthful beauty, was the Marquis Marla.

She is Lia's stepmother and treats Lia very harshly.

The noblewoman standing next to the stepmother was her biological daughter.

The second young lady, Elena, was a blonde woman in her early twenties with striking beauty and an air of arrogance between her brows.

When Claire walked into the restaurant, the mother and daughter, who had been chatting happily, immediately showed displeasure upon seeing Claire (Lia).

"Lia, you again..." Before Marquis Marla could finish her question.

Claire simply pulled out a chair and sat down, the sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor drowning out the Marquise Margrave's voice.

The Marquise Mara was even more displeased at being interrupted, and just as she was about to lash out, her maid Anna walked up to her side.

Although she was serving Lia, the maid Anna seemed even more obedient to Marquis Mara at this moment.

After Anna whispered something to her, the Marquise Mara looked at Claire (Lia) with much calmer eyes.

She tentatively uttered a high-sounding question: "Lia, why did you cause such a commotion this morning?"

"You should know that you are the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Rost's family. How can you be so rude?"

"Look what you've done to Anna! You're engaged to the prince, after all. If word gets out, you might get your engagement broken off."

All eyes turned to Claire (Lia), who was sitting in her seat, eating meat and drinking wine with gusto.

Claire, who hadn't eaten for a hundred years, paused for three seconds as he read the archives in the mind of this body's Leah.

Huh? Not buddy.

Are you from a female-oriented website? There are also melodramatic plots like a stepsister stealing her older sister's fiancé and then getting dumped?

Chapter 3 Anti-Addiction System Activation

At the Rost family's dining table, all eyes were on Claire.

They had assumed that Claire (Lia) would act as before, bowing her head and apologizing whenever questioned by the Marquise Marla.

But today, 'Lia' did not do that.

She didn't even glance at the Marquise Marla, focusing only on eating her meal.

This is not Claire's fault, considering he has been sealed away for a hundred years.

Although he had gained immortality, being immortal while sealed and imprisoned only increased his suffering. He had even forgotten when he last drank water and ate.

Only now, as he ate the food on the plate in front of him, did he truly realize that he had been resurrected.

What the old woman on the side said was none of his business.

Since things have come to this, eating is the most important thing.

"Lia! Lia von Rost!" Marquise Mara finally broke down when she saw Claire take the steak from her plate.

She grabbed the water glass next to her and splashed it at Liya across from her.

Claire (Lia) finally stopped moving, but her eyes made the Marquise Marla and the others feel unfamiliar.

"Chiyu, just say what you need to say all at once, hurry up, I'm busy, I don't have time to play house with you." Wiping the red wine off her face, Claire leaned back in her chair and glanced at her family.

Since arriving in the Rost family, Marquise Mara, the stepmother, has been constantly suppressing and bullying Lydia.

Her goal couldn't be clearer: she disliked Leah, the child from her previous marriage, and was trying to secure more inheritance for her own daughter, Elena.

Anna's arrogance was largely due to her stepmother's support.

"You! Lia! Are you crazy?! How dare you talk to me like that?!"

Claire scoffed as she looked at the Marquise de Margrave, who was dressed in red.

The more incompetent a person is, the more they care about their face and status. He banged on the table: "I told you to get to the point, stop asking if I'm here and just get to the point. Are you calling my mother here?!"

"She is my mother, not your mother. You don't have a mother!"

Elena, the stepsister, didn't understand what "calling your mother here" meant and thought Claire was calling the Marquise Margrave "mother".

Claire laughed in exasperation; what an idiot!

Can't you even recognize swear words?

"Alright, Elena." Marquise Mara hadn't heard what Claire meant, but she didn't care about that at the moment.

After calming herself down a bit, she quickly got to the point.

"Lia, your act of attacking Anna is a serious matter. If His Highness finds out about your atrocity, he may want to annul your engagement."

"If that time really comes, the nobles in the capital will all laugh at our Rost family."

"So I think you should hand over the ring that symbolizes your engagement to His Highness the Prince, and let Elena..."

Claire was getting impatient with all the twists and turns.

"Isn't it just that you want your sister-in-law to steal your sister's fiancé? Why are you spouting so much nonsense?" He interrupted the Marquis's words.

Seeing through something but not saying it—this is the linguistic art of the nobility.

Now that Claire had so directly torn away her pretense, the Marquise Marquise's expression turned rather unpleasant.

Even she felt a little embarrassed.

"You! How dare you talk to Mother like that!" The second young lady, Elena, scolded her older sister like a shrew.

Claire calmly tapped the table with her fingers and uttered a sentence: "Stop comparing, I can give you that engagement ring."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dining table fell silent.

Marquise Mara and the second young lady Elena stared in astonishment at 'Lia' in front of them, not expecting that she would agree so easily.

If they had known earlier that they would agree if Anna's face was slashed, they would have held Anna down and let her be tortured to death.

Anna was also taken aback, not expecting herself to be so important.

I originally thought Leah had gone mad and must hate me to the extreme, but now she's taken out that engagement ring because I hurt her.

You should know that the engagement ring was given to her by Miss Lia's mother.

It was a relic left by the former wife and had always been treasured by Miss Liya. Now she said she was willing to take it out as an apology to herself.

"What? You don't want it?" Claire frowned.

"Yes! We want it! Of course we want it!"

Marquise Mara nodded quickly, afraid that Claire would change her mind.

"Sister, then give me that engagement ring." The second young lady, Elena, couldn't wait any longer and sat down next to Claire.

Looking at this foolish mother and daughter, Claire was amused: "Do you think I'm stupid? If I give you the ring now, you'll probably throw me into some slum sewer in a few days, won't you?"

“How could we?! How could we possibly do that, Lia!” Marquise Mara’s smile froze.

Just kidding. If you don't hand over the engagement ring, they'll put you in a sack and throw you into the sewers of the slums.

After all, the one who can marry His Highness must be his own daughter, Elena, not the child left by the former Marquis.

"Then what do you want to do?! Isn't it enough that we haven't told anyone about you hurting Anna?! You don't actually want to give it to us, do you?!"

Second Miss Elena performed as expected; this is how someone with a poor brain works.

"Ugh, talking to idiots is exhausting." Claire rubbed his temples, too lazy to pay attention to the exasperated Elena beside him, and turned to look at the lady opposite him.

"Give me time; I need a few days to prepare."

"I will give you that engagement ring when I leave the Rost family."

"Until then, you'd better not get in my way."

Marquise Mara and Elena were overjoyed.

Not only can I get the engagement ring, but I can also get Leah to give up the Rost family's inheritance?

Isn't this a double celebration? A double win!

"What? You're leaving the Rost family!?"

"Of course we won't get in your way! Is there anything else you want?!"

“Let her come here.” Claire’s gaze fell on the maid, Anna.

This heaven-defying, upside-down thing slapped him in the face, even though the body belonged to Lia, not him.

This matter still needs to be settled.

“No problem! Of course!” Marquise Mara naturally wouldn’t refuse.