CHAPTER 3
Once upon a time, I, who was once Mehlia Saylum, now Nympha Hareth is living a blissful-
f*cking inhumane life.
Just looking at the status panel right now, it would never look as if it wouldn't be something that stresses me out.
[The system is currently analyzing the current situation. Requirements for a sealed skill met. You have met the [Choosen Of The World's Will] and has unsealed the title [The One Who Has Her Fate Sealed].]
[Awakening of the Attribute Skill [Sealed Fate of a Villainess] Commencing After Requirements are Met.]
[Showing Skill Details]
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[Sealed Fate of A Villainess] (Completely Awakened)
°At birth, you are blessed everything by the world, but the will of the world is against you. While you are given birth to by an authoritive and beautiful mother, fathered by a powerful person, has a big family and financial background, has a growing beauty that nobody can ever rival, fate cursed you the life of a villainess.
Attribute : Fate
Specialty : This skill is growing with your trials(overcoming the fight against the 'chosen'), the 'chosen' indirectly or directly having hatred with you, at least, they would want to kill you very much, having the authority to see further into the status panel as help from the world.
Beep Beep...
{A God
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Currently, Five GODS have decided to send a lending hand to you.}
Skill is currently having adjustments..
Beep..
Adjustments completed...
Modification (Help from your ancestral gods and 2 others)
The ability of seeing 'special' status of other people
Just what the hell went wrong with my supposedly happy 'official' debut to society.
My eyes narrowed while being elegant in sipping tea, I was in a dazed state and a tender and affectionate voice called me out.
"Undine, my dear, are you alright, why are you in a daze like that. I kept calling you out twice now, you wouldn't respond."
"Ahh...mother, it's alright. I just got hit way too hard just now."
I can see her standing up and is about to do something I wouldn't surely like. Of course, since I value personal space, I quickly held her hands and calmly called her out.
"Matriach, please don't do anything unnecessary, I'm fine, you don't need to call a doctor, you don't even need to shout and create a ruckus. I'm telling you I'm fine."
"But daughter, you said that you were hit, let me call a doctor to see where it hurts, please. I can't just see you hurting while I sit here and do nothing."
"Matriach. I said I'm fine then I'm really fine.
You know I hate people even three meters close from me. And besides I wasn't saying I was hit litterally, it was my train of thought, it beat me up too badly, my mentality said it's not fun anymore."
"Eh.. ehh.. ah no daughter, the world has many beautiful and lots of funs to offer. So you shouldn't think like that, ahh, it's the best when you live long."
I let go of her and let my eyes point to the seat to make her sit already.
"Guess so, if only wrinkles don't come together with an additional decade to my age number."
"Afufu."
Well of course, she just chuckled that out.
The folds by the side of her lips revealed and she showed me an aged smile. She wasn't as youthful as she used to back when I first saw her. Goodness, looking at that damn wrinkle again made me remember her age, already fifty-nine.
Thinking about that, I also looked at the wall by my side. It has the special properties of reflecting the image of the people inside this room because of magical properties in the construction material.
I saw my mother, gentle and smiling, though I know she was the opposite in front of others, she was dressed in a green dress covering almost her whole body, showing less skin possible.
At the age of 48, she was still able to look like in her 30's but, reaching the age of 50, she drastically have a change in her appearance, looking her proper age, as if her youthfulness lost its properties upon crossing that limit age of 50.
F*ck, just thinking I have a future like that makes me just want to die 3 years from now, I'd rather die at this youthful state than ever have a wrinkle, just imagining I would have that sticking on my face, it would literally kill me.
On the other hand, I also saw a color darker than blood and crimson, darker than red but still within its category, just the darkened shade of red, really. It was my hair that was prepared in a bun style, the image I see also has darkened purple pupil. The eyes was shaped in a foxy way and the depth of the eye was very deep and magnetic.
What was even more eye catching than my purple dress and accessories or even my face was of course the butterfly mask sitting on it. No one would see my dress over my face, and well no one would see my whole face with the mask on.
It was covering the top of my face and the design of an evil but charming butterfly was drawn over it, it has glimmers of red shine on the four wings outstretched outside even the scope of my face shape.
It has beauty and maliciousness of colors combined compared with my purple eyes that would shine like gems in the darkness, what a sight.
Of course, paying attention not only to my face, but to my figure can also get me a perfected score. I hate lacking aesthetic put on me of all things. It can be worn to others but it better not be me.
With an illusion necklined tight purple dress planned carefully, it was plain elegant and paired with simple purple gold button earrings, ha, elegantly plain but extraordinary gorgeous, with this plainery, people would want to see me more well dressed and expect more beauty but of course leave my perpetuated body figure to them.
Ha, looking at it again.. it's no wonder.
".. No wonder, many men would long fro me even just seeing my leg, even me myself can't help it, I can't help but want to go to bed and love myself."
"Pfft."
What awesome coincidence, my dearest mother just sipped her tea.
"Cough, cough. Daughter, you should.. lower your narcissism frequency as days pass by, many people can't easily keep up with it."
She seriously warned me with the stern face and ber eyes are also looking helpless at the 'unique' trait of her daughter that's way too obsessed with her beauty.
"Hm."
A simple response would do, I am already done venting out the part of the stress from all the sht that suddenly came to me.
The panel wasn't closed and so I was again irritated the moment I turned my head back from that gorgeous girl's reflection.
'[Sealed Fate of the Villainess].....'
F*cking fate.
Here I am performing duty rightfully as a member of a very wrong familly, and all I get was this.
Additional gateway drugs that fate developed to have addiction for driving me crazy.
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