Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 147 - 145- ARC 5

Zosia unaware of the fact that she now has siblings, was busy talking to the host mother.

"What do you mean you are burning the house?" The duchess screamed as she stood up forcefully from the bed.

"Mom, you should calm down. After all you just woke up from a car....." Zosia paused and changed her wording to a fainting session, instead of the cardiac syncope she had wanted to say.

Smiling warmly, she gently stroked the duchess back.

The duchess calmed down, then turned to look at her daughter.

"Explain."

Zosia nodded and began explaining her plans, her voice soothing, which helped in calming the host mother's taut nerves.

"Now that father is dead and even big brother is missing, the King will soon come for our own heads....."

Zosia slowly said her plans which left the host mother stunned for a moment.

"Sigh! My baby has grown up." The duchess said after a while of silence.

The duchess felt that she was useless, since instead of standing strong and helping to make plans, she had fainted upon hearing the news of the death of her husband, even though, it was something she knew would still happen.

An inevitable fate that her husband and child could not escape from.

Holding her daughter's hands, she couldn't help but tear up.

"The plan is good. I will follow your arrangements.

But what if your brother comes back and realizes that everyone is gone?" The duchess asked.

Though the first son was not a child from her womb, it was nevertheless a son she had trained and fed since the child was born. Her fondness and love for the child was not in anyway less than what she had for her own child.

"Brother once told me that if anything happens, I could contact store owner Cheng.

So, we will tell store owner Cheng about the situation on ground and have him help, when brother comes back."

The duchess nodded, "Store owner Cheng is not known as an affiliate to the Duke Household, so he should be safe."

"Mom, you seem to know Store owner Cheng." Zosia commented.

"He was formerly my person but I gave him to your brother, so that he could help with the stores under your brother." The duchess said. Feeling that it may look like she had overlooked her own child, she added, "If you are worried about what your father and I left for you, you don't have to be worried."

Zosia nodded her head in response, not really worried about if she would or would not get anything.

But she couldn't say the same for the original host of this body.

The duchess stood up and walked into her inner room.

After a while, she came out with a small box.

The duchess gave the box to Zosia, while she sat beside her.

Zosia looked at the box, taking it from the duchess hands with a raised eyebrow.

Out of curiosity, she opened the box.

The first thing she noticed were the deeds of various lands and shops.

"I thought our Duke household is quite on the poorer side." Zosia commented. Based on the memory of the host, it didn't seem like the Duke's family had the financial capacity to have these things, as the King had made sure to leave the barest minimum of assets for a lower noble household.

"A lean camel still has meat doesn't it." The duchess said with a smile as she stroked her daughter's hair.

Zosia calmly went through everything, noting that the contents of the box.

"Mom, what's this?" She asked, her gaze scanning the object she held in her hands.

She also used analyze to know what the object is.

"It's a sect token." The duchess smiled, her gaze turning distant as she narrated what the token was about.

"With the token, you can bypass all sect tests and directly become an inner disciple. After I left the sect, I had my master give me one, on behalf of my child.

Unfortunately, I couldn't let you use it because of that damn king." The duchess said the ending of her sentence through gritted teeth.

"Thank you mom." Zosia smiled and gently hugged the duchess.

From the information, she had gotten from analyze, the detailed perks of having the token were listed.

Just like what the host mother had said, it could help you bypass the tests of the sect and directly become an inner disciple of the sect.

Another benefit which the host mother hadn't mentioned was that it could protect you from three strikes of a golden core cultivator.

The benefit that most interested Zosia was the fact that channeling a trace of spiritual power into the token, could transfer the basic set of meditations of the sect.

"Mom,do you have any techniques and meditation sets?" Zosia asked.

She didn't want to start practicing without understanding how people actually cultivated in this world and see if her own method was similar or contrary to it.

Also, if she were to cultivate without getting a meditation set from the host mother, if she becomes strong later, it would only bring about suspicion.

"Sigh! In other to protect the clan, we had to curb your dazzling talents.

Unfortunately, even if we end up leaving here, it will still be the same thing as being too dazzling would attract the malicious and covetous eyes of others." The duchess continued, "Those spies you sent away, many of them were sent here to take the token or steal some arts from me, but I have always been careful and didn't let them succeed."

"Mom you did well. Now, none of your efforts will be in vain." Zosia said as she gently patted the host mother on her hand.

Zosia still had her own plans on how to deal with those spies.

"Mom, what about the technique?" Zosia asked once again.

The duchess, removed the pouch that was always on her waist and gave it to Zosia.

The pouch looked more like a fragrance packet, always carried around my females of this era.

"The techniques are all inside the pouch. The space inside the pouch is not much, just 1 cubic meter."

"I pour in a trace of my spiritual power, even though it's not as strong as it used to be." The host mother did as she said and quickly poured her spiritual power into the bag, making the pouch mouth to loosen.

"Mom, why do you say that your spiritual power is not as strong as it used to be?" Zosia asked. She sensed that there must be a story.

"Sigh! It's been a long time since it happened. I don't really want..." Genevieve words were cut off as she stared at her daughter's doe like eyes.

"Mom, it seems like I don't actually know much about you and..." Zosia didn't finish her words, allowing them to sink.

There was a moment of silence. The only thing that could be heard was their breathing.

Finally the duchess relented and began talking;

"Before I had you, I went on an expedition with your father which had helped him win the last war.

On that expedition, we encountered a powerful foe and it was due to my carelessness.

We battled and we lost.

We lost miserably at that.

Luckily, the cultivator was in a good mood and after a bet with your father, he left us and promised not to join the war.

Unfortunately, that battle had left me injured and I could only slowly heal."

The duchess paused as she tried to regain her bearings.

"Your father decided to stop going to war after we returned, but then I got pregnant and you know what happened next."

Zosia looked at the duchess who seemed like she wanted to say something but was hesitant.

"Mom, just say it." Zosia's soothing voice compelled Genevieve to talk.

"After the King had promised to let you live after we had given him everything. That same night, I got attacked once again and the attacker was that same man from that day.

He didn't kill you as ordered by the king but had me become crippled as well as your father." Genevieve eyes which were already red, had rims of tears that threatened to drop from her eyelids.

She could still remember that painful night. How she was at the mercy of a stranger and couldn't retaliate.

She realized that she had to get stronger to protect the kids, but unfortunately, she couldn't do that as she became a cripple.

"No wonder." Zosia thought inwardly. The disparity of the host father physical appearance could now be explained.

"Vivienne, I didn't tell you this to nurse a grudge or start having fantasies of being able to kill that person.

I am telling you these, so that you will know that there is a sky above the sky and that the Royal family has a powerful backer behind them."

Genevieve clapsed Zosia's hands in hers as she spoke.

"For whatever you do, be safe for me."

Zosia gave a slight smile and withdrew her hands. She placed her hands above the duchess own as she spoke.

"I understand. No need to speak like you will never see me again."

Genevieve didn't speak again, even though she knew within her, that soon, her daughter would go out to explore the world and the amount of times she may see her daughter again would become sparse.

"Sigh! I hope your brother is safe wherever he is." Genevieve sighed, her tone filled with melancholy.

She felt very sad.

Her son is currently missing and her husband is dead, yet, she couldn't even perform a proper burial for him.

Just thinking about it made her feel suffocated. Tears welled up in her eyes and like dew drops, they fell.

Her body radiated profound sadness and loneliness despite her hands being held by her daughter.

How would she feel if she knew that the soul in her daughter's body was no longer there, but was now occupied by Zosia.

She would probably go crazy, commit suicide or try to kill Zosia.

Zosia didn't say anything as she watched the host mother cry. She knew this moment wasn't for saying anything and neither did she know how to profer comfort.

She slowly patted the host mother's back rhythmically, while holding her hands.

Zosia could have stayed and allowed for the host father to be buried, but the possibility of that happening is very slim.

Rather, they may not even survive past that day.

Right now, she could only wrong the host father, hoping that she could make it up in the future as she understood that, this will become a regret for both the host and the history family.

After a while, Genevieve got herself, a wry smile adorned her beautiful face as she looked at her daughter.

"You should go and do what you need to do. Don't let me hold you up." She said, quickly shooing Zosia away.

Zosia found nothing wrong, only making sure that the host mother emotions have stabilized.

"Don't cry anymore. I am here for you." Zosia comforted.

"I know. Don't worry about me. Go do your thing. I know you can't wait to go through the techniques."

Zosia was actually not in a rush to go through the techniques, rather, she was in a rush to deal with those spies.

"Alright." Zosia smiled and left.

After Zosia had gone far enough, Genevieve suddenly coughed out blood.

"Sigh! I don't think I would live much longer." She muttered. Her gaze held no emotion.

Standing up, she walked to the painting of her husband.

The room was adorned with paintings, one contained a painting of her, another contained a painting of her husband, another contained a painting of her daughter and another contained a painting of her son.

There is also a family painting which was placed in the outer room.

"We promised each other that we will die together, with our hands clapsed in each other hands. But, you are gone?" A tear slipped out of her eyes as she traced the man in the picture.

"I can't even bury you properly and it hurts." Her voice choked up, with her eyes stinging as they became blurry due to the tears.

Staring at the picture of the man that always made her heart flutter, the father of her children. She felt a knife was being twisted into her heart as she is reminded that he was no longer alive.

"I am no longer strong enough. Do you think I can continue to watch after the kids? Even Rafael is missing and there is no news of him." Her back slowly became hunched with her tears flowing in unending stream.

"Do you know that our daughter has grown up. She has made plans on how to make us survive without the King being able to do anything, even though it means leaving this house.

But, I don't want to leave.

This house has all our memories, it's a place that has gone through weal and woe with us." Genevieve said.

She continued narrating all that has happened so far, including the fact that she has finally decided to let Vivienne start cultivating.

"Vivienne should not be caged anymore. I just hope she gets strong enough to roam free and be unfettered as the wind." Genevieve whispered.

She hoped for the best for her daughter and even if her body has become so weak, she would still use the last bit of strength within her to protect her daughter, which is why she couldn't die now.

She still needs to bury her husband. She also wants to see her son come back alive.

She hoped she would be able to do these, despite the current turbulence that they were going through.

Holding the painting, she curled herself up while still speaking to the painting.

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