"Ah. That's not poison! It's medicine!"
It's poison but not poison? The panicking child brought a white cloth and held it to her mouth.
After coughing for a while, she took a deep breath.
Can I trust this? Even as she glanced at him suspiciously, the child just smiled shyly.
For some reason, she was alive. She was certainly dead, so she must have come back to life, but.
Diana looked around. It was an unfamiliar place. The antique room was somewhat old and worn.
Isn't it the norm in these situations to open your eyes in the place you died, just younger?
"Where is this? And who are you?"
"This is the wizard's castle. I'm Noel. Your younger brother."
The child who had been fidgeting stared at her and said.
Noel. Younger brother?
There was a moment of silence at the unfamiliar words.
In the original work, the Beatus family only had four siblings including her. That was true in reality too. How could our family have more siblings? No way.
"Sister?"
As the child, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying so much, tilted his head, a memory flashed by like lightning.
The illegitimate child of Beatus. She had seen the child that a maid had abandoned after demanding money.
Of course, her siblings didn't care, and she had forgotten about the neglected child.
Even if she had wanted to look for him out of pity, she couldn't. Because she started getting sick soon after the child came.
"Diana sister?"
"Oh. Yes. Noel."
Perhaps because she acknowledged him, his red eyes, the symbol of the Beatus family, sparkled brightly.
For some reason, Noel, who seemed to have a high inner closeness with her, brought her a small hand mirror.
She looked into the mirror she had received without thinking.
Dark purple hair that was almost black. Pink eyes under upturned eyelids added glamour to doll-like features.
Even her frail appearance couldn't hide her outstanding beauty.
"Ah. I'm back."
This wasn't her appearance before death.
She remembered herself, unable to swallow even thin soup, with only bones left, sunken cheeks, transformed into a skeleton.
Yes, that's how she died. At the moment she realized this was inside a novel, she couldn't do anything and just lay in bed.
Diana clenched and unclenched her slender hand.
After staring blankly at her moving hand, she fell back limply. A weak laugh escaped.
She was alive. It hurt, but she could move. That's enough. Never mind the original work or whatever. First, she had to survive.
Thoughts of saving the villainous family destined for ruin or such grand causes are only possible when the body is healthy. Her body came first.
"They said if I stayed quiet, sister would come. Then I wouldn't have to be alone anymore."
Diana frowned slightly at Noel's words about being confined in the wizard's castle.
So someone had imprisoned the illegitimate child of Beatus and even kidnapped Diana, a direct descendant? And this had nothing to do with the original work?
Why did something that didn't exist happen? Originally, she should have been lying in bed, becoming one with it, in her luxurious room.
"How long have I been here?"
"Not long."
The child didn't know the exact date. But she could guess the current situation from the information she had roughly gathered.
She was now trapped in the wizard's castle with Noel. She didn't know who the culprit was.
The empty castle without a single person had a barrier spread extensively.
The barrier that couldn't be exited without the owner's permission was not magic commonly used in this era.
The magicians of this era could only use simple magic using magic stones.
This level is believable even if it's an ancient magic tower. Even the wide open window was blocked by the barrier.
She thought there might be a chance when the wind flowed in from outside, but her hand bounced off an invisible wall at the boundary of the window frame.
Could she break through the invisible wall? When she experimentally threw a candlestick, it passed right through the invisible wall and fell down.
She thought the candlestick would bounce off too.
Diana's pink eyes, which had been watching the falling candlestick dejectedly, suddenly turned to the reddish moon hanging high in the sky.
"Ah, the red moon."
The red moon had risen exactly when she fell ill. She remembered that clearly.
Then she had returned to the point when she had just started getting sick.
Ha, she opened her eyes to find herself kidnapped and imprisoned by some crazy person.
Indeed, does a tragic romance novel affect even extras?
Never mind the original work, her life was in danger right now. What should she do? How does a terminally ill patient survive? There was no solution for the terminally ill patient mentioned in one line in the original work.
"Sister, sister. Are you hurting again?"
When she grabbed her head and groaned, Noel brought a cursed doll as big as himself.
Even though Diana made a disgusted expression, Noel smiled brightly and tried to hand over the doll.
"If you hug this tightly, it will make you not hurt anymore."
"It will make me not hurt?"
"Because sister is sick with an illness where magic power leaks out. The cursed doll will help."
An illness where magic power leaks out? It was an illness that even the best doctors couldn't figure out.
"How do you know that?"
"I can see it. Sister."
Thud. As she placed her hand on the doll, black smoke began to escape from the doll and seep into her body. As if by magic, vitality returned to her body.
"Right?"
Noel smiled meaningfully, the corners of his eyes curving.
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