The spiritual bloodline of the Arkwrights ran the deepest. Hence, they were called the royal shield of the Ishtavelle Empire. Their powers were beyond what a person could even imagine, and amongst the many Arkwrights, the third son of Duke Arkwright, Eugene Von Arkwright was a talent rarely seen in a hundred years. He was also the chosen heir to the Arkwright duchy.
When this talented young spirit contractor nonchalantly swallowed up the soul of Beotis Lagraine, not knowing that her soul was that of a light spirit contractor, he ended up hitting the jackpot as he gained powers people would kill and die for.
For example, he could practice mind fostering without any fear of a backlash and his body, mind and soul had become more stable and formidable due to the absorption of a light spirit soul. As such, soon he became the most powerful spirit contractor in the entire continent of Eldora.
Beotis sighed at the recollection of the future events and bit her finger nails in frustration while grumbling in her heart, 'Sheech! That guy had it cheap.'
Why did she have to be a cannon fodder, it would even have been okay if she had become a mere passer-by cannon fodder, but NO! How could the Fates have that? She transmigrated as a very important cannon fodder who would eventually promote the main plot of the story. She would indirectly become the powerhouse of the Duke of Arkwright, and ultimately the female lead's irrefutable strength.
She wondered if she had transmigrated into this character's body just because she happened to have the same name as Beotis Lagraine's? If so, then Beotis Harrison at this moment, couldn't help but resent her own name and bitterly curse the one who had chosen to name her as such.
What a ridiculous destiny she had to reap because of her blasted name! Her stars were faulty before the story had even begun.
Beotis sighed for the nth time today, staring blankly at the ceiling of her bedroom, still unable to process her thoughts or accept this cruel new reality.
On the other hand, the young maid beside her bed looked as confused as a chameleon in a bag of skittles. But she had also seemed to have guessed something in her heart and so, in a very hesitant manner, she voiced out her queries, "Erm... My lady, a-are you really okay?" Her skeptical tone couldn't have escaped Beotis.
Beotis squinted her eyes and looked at the maid called Gloria from top to bottom once more, seriously evaluating her all over. After a bit of contemplations, she decided that this little girl was really naïve; to the point where Beotis felt confident enough to be able to dupe her into cooperating with her.
Thus, Beotis lied with a straight face, "Actually, I....I seem to be suffering from some odd mental disease."
The young maid in consequence, exclaimed audibly and almost widened her eyes to the size of that of a saucer.
"Actually, I think that I have lost all of my past memories. It's like I'm suffering from amnesia. Even though the doctor didn't find anything wrong with my body, he seemed to have failed to enquire about my mental health, which is a relief for me as well. Because I... I don't want anyone to know about my mental illness." Beotis bit her lower lip as she continued lying with a pitiful look on her face, all the while attempting to hook up the young maid and drag her under her wing.
"Young mistress!" The maid, Gloria was terribly hysteric, "Why don't you want anyone to know about your illness? If only they know, I'm sure they can help cure you. You should not hide such a grave matter from the doctor or the head maid, my lady."
"I-It's not what you think. What if they think of me as some lunatic or an imposter posing as their young lady if I tell them that I have no recollection of my past? What if I'm locked up? What would I, a frail sickly person without any prior memories do then? I.... I'm just so very afraid." Beotis started sobbing, shedding her crocodile tears with gusto.
"Oh no my lady. Please don't cry." The maid got incredibly anxious when she saw Beotis weeping like a little baby.
"I... I understand. Young mistress doesn't have to worry. This maid of yours will never utter a single word to any third party. So please, please don't cry."
"*Sobs* W-Will you help me, Gloria? Will you help me remember all my forgotten memories? Please Gloria? You're my only hope now."
"Rest assured my lady. I shall do everything in my power to help the young mistress." The maid grabbed her hand and answered fervently.
"Thank you so much Gloria. You're my one true savior." Beotis offered her a bright grateful smile while thinking, 'Ah! This little kid. How can she be so gullible? I'm surprised she has still not been swindled and been sold off somewhere overseas. Ah! I must take care of this naïve girl from now on.'
And then, all of a sudden, Beotis remembered about the reception ball that all the people in the manor were hastily preparing for, thus asked Gloria in an alarmed demeanour, "What is all the commotion today for? Is someone important coming for a visit?"
"Oh yes my lady, it is all for the young master who is finally returning from war today." Gloria answered with enthusiasm, but then all of a sudden her bright excitement extinguished like a deflated balloon, "....But he will be very sad if he realizes that my lady has lost all her memories during the long period of his absence." The maid muttered in a small voice.
Beotis stared at the disheartened look of the little maid and slowly asked, "May I ask the name of the young master?"
"The young master of the house of marquis Lagraine is the sole heir and your older brother, Lord Thoren Lloyd Lagraine. He's also the vice-commander of the knights of the Lutenburg division, and he's only seventeen." There was a kind of mad veneration in Gloria's eyes that told Beotis that she was a crazy fangirl of this brother of hers.
And then, it suddenly stuck her.
Thoren Lagraine!
She jumped off the bed in a brusque manner and rushed to the nearest table, took a feather pen and started jotting down something urgently in the little brown diary that lay discarded on the table.
"Y-Young mistress!?" Gloria ogled at her mistress who was acting so very out of character today. Even if Beotis explained her out of character behaviour as her losing her memories, but Gloria still found her little Miss's odd conduct very very strange to the eye. She wanted to enquire more about what her young mistress was so fervently scribbling in her unusual serious demeanour, but she didn't dare to as she feared she might further stimulate her already sick lady.
She leaned over her lady's head to speculate her scribbles on the pages of the diary, but she could only knit her brows at the strange unknown letters her young mistress was ardently scrawling.
Was she imagining things or did her lady's handwriting become uglier than before?
After about half an hour, Beotis slowly turned around with a weird creepy smile stuck to her plump pink lips.
"Gloria, I have decided. I'm going to stan my brother."
"!!!"
Gloria gawked back at her little mistress in utter puzzlement, not really understanding what her lady was getting at. Whereas Beotis's creepy sneer evolved into that of a wicked cheshire grin as she became engrossed with the scribbles in her little brown diary.
And then Beotis instructed Gloria, her mind still filled with infinite ideas as of how to successfully impress her elder brother, "Gloria, make preparations, I'm gonna write my brother a letter."