The Noble Lady of Lust
Chapter 190: I dug my own grave

Chapter 190: I dug my own grave

If Eira had shorter hair now and wasn’t wearing her trademark twin tails that she had had since I first met them and even, according to my memories, they would never change that hairstyle and would have it until the end of their lives.

I felt a cognitive dissonance upon seeing her, to the point that I found it hard to believe it was her. That surprised me so much that all the nervousness I felt vanished and curiosity set in.

"Hmpm!, don’t think this has anything to do with you. I didn’t do it for you or anything."

"So..."

Yeah, I think she’ll be talking like that from now on. More than fulfilling a fetish, I find it weird that Eira talks like that, but I guess it’s something I’ll have to get used to. Or maybe it’s temporary, since we just started dating. Well, I’ll find out later.

"It’s because of that old hag. It’s my revenge for selling me out yesterday, so I asked Selene to cut it off."

Yes, Selene is surprisingly good with her hands. And actually, it’s a good cut.

"I understand, but what does that have to do with Lily?"

"For starters, she’s the one who made us wear those hairstyles our whole lives, without any variation since we were little girls. And well, it’s the only hairstyle Selene and I know how to do, and I didn’t mind."

"Oh, so that was why. I always wondered, why would someone with your personality wear a hairstyle like that?"

"Hey!!, what’s wrong with my personality!?"

"Some things like... Ehem, I mean, that’s not the important thing. Go on."

"Hump, I know it didn’t suit me, so I cut it off... I mean, I knew that old hag was infatuated with it. She fell to her knees crying."

’...Oh, that’s pure evil!’

"Although I wanted Selene to cut it off too, so it would be more effective."

"Hey, don’t drag Selene into your vendettas."

I can easily imagine Leyla’s desperation. I don’t know if this would be better or worse than a ’I hate you’. Still, it seems like it was effective.

And, in fact, now she looks more beautiful than cute, slightly reducing that aura of illegality... I mean, that innocent vibe that immediately broke when you talked to her, creating a strong contrast.

But I won’t let my little angel cut it off too; she does suit those beautiful twin tails.

’Don’t worry, Lily, I’ll be sure to protect Selene from Eira.’

"Hey, what are you thinking, you don’t like it, it’s my hair, I can do what I want, it was my revenge!"

"Yes, well, that hairstyle suits you too. In fact, it suits you very well, it gives you a more mature look. Or was it the other one that was very childish. No, well, it suits you. I like it. Leyla has her own habits, it is not necessary to follow them all the time".

"Hump!!, it’s not like I care about your opinion. More important than that, why don’t you start talking?"

She seemed embarrassed that I gave her compliments.. Well, now that she was back on the subject, I got nervous again, but she seemed calm about it, as if she was over what I’m about to say.

I wondered if Selene said anything to her, but she’s a grave. And even if she did, it would be hard to understand Selene’s explanations, more of such a complicated subject, so I guess her thinking is elsewhere.

"Oh, I see you’re calm, despite the shocking things I’m about to tell you. Just in case, it’s not about the harem."

"Hey, why are you avoiding the most important topic? You told me you were going to tell me yesterday? Haaah, well, I’m not stupid. Seeing that we’re meeting here and all of us being here, you mean everything, don’t you? Everyone here is the other girls in your harem, right?"

"Hey, I’m not in the harem."

Out came a protesting voice, and Eira technically wasn’t wrong. Everyone here is inside my harem, but there is one exception.

"Hey, asshole, shut up!"

Who idiotically responded out of reflex was my doppelgänger, or rather, myself.

’Damn, I called myself an idiot again, because of you.’

’Damn, it just comes out of me!’

’Well, I understand. I almost protest too. I guess it’s an instinctive thing’.

’Yes, the memories left by our alternative self left us with a bit of unconscious aftermath and trauma’.

’I understand what you mean. When we are girls and we hear that we are in a harem, it just comes out in unconscious protest.’

’Yes, that’s why we’re not idiots; it’s a natural reaction. Well, let’s concentrate on the point now. Do it all at once, it’ll be easier that way.’

’Right.’

I finished my short mental conversation with my parallel thinking and prepared to tell Eira my secrets. As I thought, it was better all at once.

"Ehem, Eira, just ignore that thing from before for now. Okay, you’re right... but that was the slightest of secrets. Now I’m going to tell you the truth about everything and what you always wanted to know. Starting with who I am. I am... I am..."

When we got back to the subject, I felt the weight of the moment fall on me. My nervousness skyrocketed, making every word in my mind seem like an impossible puzzle to assemble.

Despite my efforts, I felt as if an invisible barrier was trapping the words in my throat, and my concentration began to waver.

As I spoke, I slowly undid the morphogenesis I had activated earlier, revealing my true appearance. But the process did not go as smoothly as I had hoped; my anxiety made the transformation unstable, as if reflecting the internal chaos I felt.

Intrusive thoughts began to plague me, "What if he doesn’t accept it? What if he hates me?" Yesterday I could have cared less about that, but Eira got into my heart faster than I even understood.

My mind, in the face of nervousness, began to drift. It began to grasp at anything to deflect the tension. In some absurd corner of my brain, it was sadly not functioning properly, and it drifted into intrusive thoughts that it should not be taking into account in this situation.

But it was too late, I didn’t think correctly, and my morphogenesis and tongue were influenced by the thought. Before I could even rationalize....

"I am...,I am your mother..."

And as if that wasn’t enough, not only was what I said enough, but aligning with my words my morphogenesis was influenced, and instead of returning to my original appearance, I transformed into Leyla as I blurted out a reference.

’Nooo, what the hell! I just did something stupid.’

Now I had really screwed up at the worst time, but I want to blame it on nerves and the remnants of the contamination the internet left on me, which caused me to say that.

Now I had dug my own grave, and as if to confirm it, like a rusty machine, I looked at Elena from two points of view, as my parallel thinking and I were so nervous that we were sharing everything without limiting each other as usual.

I watched a faint line of dark blush peek out of her face as she took a step towards Eira from two different angles....

"Miss Eira, may I ask if the appearance of the person in front of us is your mother?"

Elena seriously asked Eira, who didn’t understand what was going on. Elena and the rest had not yet met Leyla, and I thought that could be my salvation, but unfortunately....

"...but what, mother?"

What came out of the mouth of the confused Eira was the confirmation Elena needed.

"So it’s true, excuse me for a moment."

"No, wait, Elena, I didn’t do it! I’m innocent, why... gyaaa?"

Bang.

"....."

Before I knew it, Elena was in front of me, or rather, my dopelganger, who was begging for mercy by proclaiming herself innocent. But it wasn’t enough for Elena, who now understood that hitting him was as effective as hitting me and without any consequences. She didn’t hold back at all.

With George in hand, she delivered a resounding blow to my dopelganger’s head. Luckily, at the last second I cut off his perspective and ignored any feeling or anything coming from him.

It was useless because, later, he would still remember the blow brutally. At least in this part I was spared that blow in the present, but the bloodthirsty and disciplined Elena was not satisfied with that alone. She looked at me, and out of fear I decided to quickly undo my metamorphosis in fear of provoking her further.

"E-Elena, let’s calm down, I’m sorry, you hit me enough. Look, you buried her head in the ground. I was overcome with nervousness before and unintentionally..."

"My lady, there are limits to some things. I think you need a little common sense. You need to replace that behavior, even if it’s by force."

"No!!! Wait!!!!!! Elena! I have a lot of common sense, I do, I swear."

"In that case, there must be something wrong at the core, because someone with common sense wouldn’t do something in such bad taste unless there was something off".

"N-no, Elena, I wasn’t kidding, it was just an impulse... I was nervous..."

"My lady, this is for your sake."

"No, Elena, forgive me, it was no bad intentions. Lately I’ve been walking the path of peace. You can too, you just have to take a deep breath and put that sledgehammer down. Guyaaa!!! In the face, no!!!"

Bang, bang, bang.

There I was, getting hit by Elena for allowing that thought to rule me at an important moment, making a damn reference that no one in this world would understand and earning me a beating from George, who is damn tough.

Even though it should have been a normal sledgehammer, which should crack when he hit me, for some reason it doesn’t break.

’That thing is definitely not normal, why does it hurt so much’I have to find a way to get rid of that thing or I swear it will end up becoming a cursed and even divine cursed weapon.

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