Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 153 - 151- ARC 5

[Between Zaphir and Zosia, Instead of her answering the pronoun he, it will become she, because he knows her real gender.]

Zosia unsealed the scroll and unfurled it.

"Brother, I am sure you know what to do next." Zosia said as she looked at Zaphir who was looking at her in surprise.

Zaphir nodded and took the knife handed to him by Argon. He slashed his finger and using his blood, he wrote on the scroll.

After Zaphir finished writing, Zosia gave the scroll to Argon.

"Have the girl do the same thing." Zosia commanded.

Jessica realized that the scroll was not your anyhow scroll and immediately got scared.

"Write that as you have never married our young master Zaphir ..." Zosia slowly spoke as he said what Jessica should write.

Jessica shook her head like a rattle drum. She didn't want to do it, but neither of them was having it.

Zosia didn't look at her. She held the host brother's hand slowly used her powers to treat the wound.

Her actions prompted Zaphir to be surprised. 'When had his younger sister started cultivating?'

Unlike others, he was aware of his brother's real gender and the reason behind why she had to appear as a boy, so his shock was great, seeing that she had started cultivating.

Zosia knew that one thing about the scroll was that it had to be done willingly by both parties and she couldn't force Jessica.

"If you want your family to live, you better do as said." Zosia said slowly, her words cold.

Jessica didn't care about her family but she knew that without her family, she would be at the mercy of the people she had offended due to her status.

The other members of the Baron's family had approached the gate and were watching the scene.

Each of them has varying expressions, but their words to Jessica all seemed like they were watching out for her.

"Jessica just do as the young master say, after all your status can't compare." One of Jessica's step-mother said.

Their words incensed Jessica and she couldn't help but glare at them.

"At least my younger sister was the one who brought him home and even helped him get treatment. Isn't your attitude towards us too harsh? If not for us, your young master would have died in the forest." Jessica said with anger and discontent in her tone.

She didn't want to write anything on that scroll and even if she did, she would also include her family to write it. She can't be the only one loosing out.

Zosia saw through her thoughts. "If my brother hadn't saved your sister from those bandits, she would probably be in one of the brothels, serving who knows how many men. " Zosia's words dripped with sarcasm.

"If you feel that we are harsh on you. I can have those bandits come and raid your house and if you people could survive on your own, it's your luck."

Zosia's words caused the faces of the Demanies to change. They didn't want to know if the young master could do it or not and could only urge Jessica to do as the young master said.

Jessica still unwilling, bit her lips as she stared at Zaphir, hoping to appear pitiful but noticed that Zaphir had been adjusted into the carriage and she could no longer see him.

"Fine. If I was to sign it, let everyone in my family do same. They should never have anything to do with your family as well."

"Okay." Zosia answered, ignoring the voice of protests from the other family members.

They could only watch as the scroll extended in length.

Jessica took the knife offered to her by one of the guards and slashed at her fingers and wrote down the words of Zosia.

The other family members had no choice but to do same under the menacing aura of the guards.

Even the Baron and baroness also signed it.

After everyone had signed, the scroll was folded and given to Zosia who injected her powers into it.

In the eyes of the crowd, the Valtieri household became more mysterious and out of reach.

The scroll divided into two and one flew to Jessica's hand. The moment she held it, thunder was heard in the sky, causing the crowd to look up.

They saw a lightening that briefly appeared and their facial expressions couldn't help but change to one of surprise.

"The oath has been bound. The moment you decide to not fulfill your own end of the oath, get ready to die."

Despite Zosia's voice being calm, it sounded chilling to the ears of the Demanies.

The way they looked at Jessica changed and one could guess that she would probably have to suffer in their hands.

"Let's go." Zosia ordered and entered the carriage.

Soon the carriage started moving.

In the carriage, both siblings now alone stared at each other. The atmosphere turned a little awkward.

Zosia had no choice but to speak.

"Brother after we get back, I will have the poison expelled from your body. As for your cultivation.... We will see if we can find another technique to practice." Zosia said, her voice softening as she spoke.

Zaphir nodded, a smile adorning his face. He stretched out his hand to ruffle his sister's hair as usual but suddenly stopped midway.

After all, it's been so long since he separated from his sister and the changes his sister had undergone, made him unsure of how to relate with her.

Zosia noticed his actions and bent forward. Touching Zaphir hands, she placed the hand on her head.

Even though she wasn't the type to be fond of being touched, she still did it.

After all, this brother of the host had treated the original host well and their relationship could be said to be tight knit.

Zaphir seeing his sister's action smiled and the restraint he had in his mind vanished.

He realized that even if his sister had changed, it was still his sister and their relationship would not change.

Ruffling Zosia's hair, some memories of their past came rushing through his mind.

He couldn't help but reminisce.

He remembered the day they returned from war. He had just taken off his boots, ready to rest when his younger sister barged into his room, eyes glowing with excitement.

"Brother, let's go see the Moon-Sun Festival," she had said.

"I just came back. Let me rest," he had replied, voice heavy with exhaustion.

But Vivienne smiled sweetly, her words dancing like honey. "You'll feel better after some fun. Think of it as a reward for all your hard work."

He sighed. Her charm always worked. Somehow, she twisted his arm with nothing but sweet nonsense. And before long, they were out under the night sky, the scent of roasted meat and fresh flowers filling the air.

The streets had been alive with laughter and music.

Vivienne dragged him from stall to stall, her eyes wide with wonder. She tried everything—spiced nuts, sweet buns, and even a dancing mask.

She bought trinkets and snacks with a wide grin, each time pulling coins from his pouch.

At last, Zaphir raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you didn't drag me here just to rob me clean?"

"Tsk, brother! How can you say that?" Vivienne pouted, pressing a hand to her chest. "I missed you. This is how I show it."

He flicked her forehead with his thumb. "That's an expensive kind of love."

Vivienne's eyes shimmered like tears were close. Zaphir panicked. "Fine, fine! Buy whatever you want."

He had regretted those words. She truly did buy everything.

Another time, he caught her sneaking out, her feet light as a cat's. "Where do you think you're going?" he had asked.

Vivienne spun around, startled. Then, with a mischievous grin, she said, "Since you caught me, you might as well come along."

Before he could protest, she grabbed his wrist, and soon, they were slipping past guards, giggling like thieves.

He rembered when they were younger, she used to dress as a ghost to scare him awake. The first few times, he had jumped out of bed screaming, his heart racing like a war drum.

But one night, he had caught her in the act and poured a bucket of water over her head.

She had screeched like a banshee. "You planned this!"

He laughed harder than he had in months.

Those memories brought joy to his heart, he even remembered one habit his sister had to which she always used to gain money from him.

Vivienne had a habit of dragging him to the hot pools for a bath, pretending they were both boys.

Zaphir, knowing her true gender, had always refused.

She'd beg. He'd bribe.

"I'll give you five silver coins if you stop asking."

She'd grin and hold out her hand. "Deal."

Thankfully, she grew out of that phase—or so he hoped.

Back in the carriage, Zaphir's smile deepened as he looked at Zosia.

No matter how much time had passed, or how much she had changed, she was still his little sister. Clever, stubborn, and full of trouble.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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