Having harnessed the potent capabilities residing within Medea's borrowed form, Lycoris wielded her powers to traverse the realms, seamlessly transporting herself to the designated destination indicated on the map graciously bestowed upon her by the enigmatic man in the tower. The transition left her standing regally before the imposing façade of the Falaguerra Manor, an estate cloaked in an aura of ancient nobility.With a soft sly smile gracing her lips, she strolled towards the entrance with an air of careless confidence. The grandeur of the manor seemed to pale in comparison to the intrigue that now pulsed within its hallowed halls, as Lycoris embarked on her clandestine game.As she breezed through the entrance, the servants, caught in the throes of their daily tasks, were greeted by a disheveled apparition. Medea, or so they believed, presented an unsettling sight – her once-luxurious satin gown now marred with splotches of her own blood, her bare feet marking a stark contrast against the opulent decor."Oh, great heavens! What happened to you, my lady?" one of the concerned servants exclaimed, their voices rising in a chorus of panic. The collective gaze of the servants fixated upon her altered appearance, noting the unsettling transformation that extended beyond mere disarray.Unbeknownst to them, ruby gem eyes now gleamed from Medea's countenance, a striking departure from the familiar hues they had grown accustomed to. The unspoken question lingered in the air – when did Lady Medea possess such mesmerizing eyes? However, the unspoken inquiry remained captive within their minds, stifled by an inexplicable force.Remaining motionless before the fretting servants, Medea reveled in their obliviousness, an internal smirk betraying her amusement at their ignorance. Composing herself, she adopted an expression of feigned vulnerability, placing both hands delicately over her mouth."P-Paired of individuals tried to assassinate me..." she uttered, her voice a delicate tremor of distress, casting a façade of pitiable victimhood. The servants, ensnared by the theatrics unfolding before them, hovered in a state of concerned bewilderment.Even as she wove her intricate web of deception, Lycoris reminded herself of the necessity of her charade. Every word and every gesture was a calculated step toward unraveling the mysteries that lay shrouded within the labyrinthine depths of Medea's life. It was a dance of shadows and secrets, a delicate balance between truth and falsehood, and Lycoris, the master manipulator, was poised to orchestrate every twist and turn with meticulous precision.The air crackled with tension as the sound of shattering glass reverberated through the opulent halls of the Falaguerra Manor, a discordant note amidst the tranquil elegance that once reigned supreme. The worried voice that followed echoed with palpable concern, punctuating the silence with an urgency that demanded attention.Turning her gaze towards the source of the disturbance, Lycoris's crimson eyes alighted upon a figure bathed in the flickering glow of light. Standing before her was a man whose features bore a striking resemblance to Medea – her older brother, Vincentius Falaguerra. In the recesses of her consciousness, memories stirred, unraveling the intricate threads that bound their tumultuous familial history."Brother," she murmured, her voice a whisper that hung in the air like an unspoken vow. Vincentius's presence invoked a maelstrom of conflicting emotions within her, a testament to the complexities that defined their relationship.With a sense of urgency born of genuine concern, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to grasp her shoulder with a fervor borne of fraternal love. "What happened to you?! Why are you... quick, go call a physician!" he implored, his voice tinged with a mixture of panic and desperation.Medea regarded him with an air of detached nonchalance, her countenance betraying a stoic facade that masked the turmoil brewing within her. With a tired sigh, she gently clasped her brother's hand, her touch a fleeting gesture of intimacy amidst the tumult of their shared history."You see, I wanted to rest, brother," she murmured, her words carrying a quiet plea for understanding amidst the chaos that threatened to engulf them both. However, Vincentius remained resolute in his determination to ensure her well-being, his unwavering devotion transcending the barriers of familial strife."No, you must get examined by the physician first," he insisted firmly, his voice a steadfast anchor in the tempest of uncertainty that surrounded them. With a sense of resignation, he summoned a servant to assist her to her chambers, his actions a testament to the depth of his concern for her welfare.Internally, Lycoris couldn't help but scoff at the unfolding drama, a silent observer amidst the intricate machinations of mortal affairs. Upon entering Medea's room, Lycoris's discerning eyes swept across the expansive space, taking in the opulence that surrounded her. The room exuded an air of luxury, adorned with lavish furnishings that spoke of the Falaguerra family's affluence. The cream-colored walls accentuated the regality of the room, casting an ethereal glow upon the king-sized bed that stood as the centerpiece.A grandiose high window near the bed bathed the room in natural light, its ornate drapes drawn back to reveal a panoramic view of the outside world. The window itself, framed with intricate patterns, added a touch of elegance to the already splendid surroundings.A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, a masterpiece of dazzling craftsmanship. Its myriad facets caught the light, casting a mesmerizing dance of prismatic hues that adorned the room in a cascade of brilliance. The delicate shimmer of crystal played against the cream-colored backdrop, creating a captivating tableau of refinement.As Medea, or rather Lycoris in Medea's form, surveyed the room, she addressed the servant who had accompanied her, "You can leave me now. I will call if it is needed," she stated with an air of regal dismissal. The servant, bound by propriety, respectfully bowed and exited the room, leaving Medea in solitude.Alone in the lavish embrace of her surroundings, Medea took a deep breath and settled onto a nearby couch. A flicker of discontent played across her features as she spoke to herself, "How boring this life could be?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, she cast an indifferent gaze around the room, absorbing the intricate details that bespoke a life steeped in opulence."Medea lived a luxurious life, and yet she still wanted more by foolishly following that prince. Human's greediness knows no bounds, huh?" she mused, her words laced with disdain for the choices that had led to this moment. The room, a silent witness to the inner turmoil within Medea, held its secrets close, its walls echoing with the weight of untold stories and unspoken desires."I should visit him as well. It would be fun to see his face after meeting his ex-fiance."The tranquility of the room shattered as the door swung open unceremoniously, disrupting the quietude that had enveloped the space. Medea's countenance hardened with annoyance, though she recognized the necessity of addressing the intrusion. With a determined resolve, she settled into her seat, steeling herself for the impending interaction.Her brother, Vincentius, entered the room accompanied by the physician, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. The physician, a figure of clinical precision, proceeded to conduct his examination, his fingers delicately tracing the contours of Medea's wrist as he assessed her condition with meticulous care.After a thorough examination, the physician delivered his verdict – Medea showed no signs of distress, and her pulse was steady and natural. Despite the reassurance, Vincentius remained visibly perturbed, his furrowed brow betraying the weight of his concern. Dismissing the physician with a curt nod, he turned his attention to his sister, his expression a blend of apprehension and urgency."You said someone tried to assassinate you. Please, explain what happened, Medi," he implored, his voice laden with a mixture of disbelief and desperation. Medea averted her gaze, her features betraying a mask of detachment as she prepared to recount the events that had transpired."I'm not familiar with their names and faces," she began, her voice measured and devoid of emotion. "But I heard that they were just following someone's orders." Vincentius's incredulity was palpable, his gaze searching for answers amidst the web of deceit that surrounded them.Before he could voice his disbelief, Medea interjected with a chilling admission, her words hanging heavy in the air. "I killed them," she stated matter-of-factly, her tone devoid of remorse or hesitation. Vincentius recoiled in surprise, his features contorted with a mixture of shock and disbelief.For her, the act of taking a life was a necessity born of survival, a grim testament to the unforgiving nature of the world in which they lived. With a nonchalant shrug, she offered a stark reminder of the harsh realities that dictated their existence. "Well, I've got no other choice. If I don't do that, they will come kill me first," she declared her words a haunting echo of the violence that lurked beneath the veneer of civility. The weight of Medea's confession hung heavy in the air, casting a pall of unease over the room as Vincentius grappled with the gravity of her words. Yet, amid the tumult of emotions that churned within him, there lingered a quiet resignation – a familiarity with the darkness that had long shadowed their family's legacy.As Medea rose from the sofa, her movements fluid and purposeful, she bridged the distance between them with a silent determination. With a gentle touch, she rested her hand upon Vincentius's shoulder, her touch a fleeting reassurance amidst the chaos that engulfed them."No need to worry, I am a Falaguerra after all," she murmured softly, her words a whispered promise of resilience in the face of adversity. A soft smile graced her lips as she sought to assuage the lingering doubts that plagued her brother's troubled mind.Vincentius turned to meet her gaze, his expression a mosaic of conflicting emotions that mirrored the tumult of his thoughts. He sighed wearily, his resolve tempered by the weight of his sister's burdens. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, Medi," he offered, his voice tinged with a sense of helplessness that belied his unwavering devotion to her well-being.With a resigned nod, Vincentius turned to take his leave, his steps heavy with the weight of unspoken concerns that lingered within the depths of his soul. "Take a rest. I know you are tired after today's incident," he implored, his voice a gentle reminder of the need for respite amidst the storm.Medea's laughter, tinged with a hint of arrogance, cut through the air, a stark contrast to the solemnity that enveloped them. Crossing her arms defiantly, she met Vincentius's gaze with unyielding resolve. "I don't plan to for I still need to visit Prince Frederick," she declared, her words a testament to the unwavering determination that burned within her.Vincentius grimaced, his brow furrowing in a gesture of frustration and concern. "Medi... Didn't His Highness already break your engagement with him? Why do you still insist on seeing him?" he queried, his voice tinged with a mixture of exasperation and genuine concern for his sister's well-being.As the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place within Medea's mind, a sense of clarity washed over her, confirming that she had stumbled upon a chapter of the novel that remained unread. The events unfolding around her bore an eerie resemblance to the narrative she had yet to explore, igniting a spark of curiosity that drove her forward.With a shrewd calculation, she pieced together the timeline of events, recognizing the pivotal moment when the crown prince shattered their engagement. It was a revelation that sent ripples of suspicion coursing through her thoughts, hinting at the possibility of his involvement in the subsequent assassination attempt.Armed with newfound resolve, Medea resolved to confront the crown prince, to delve into the depths of his motivations, and unearth the truth that lay shrouded in the shadows. It was a journey fraught with uncertainty, a gamble that held the promise of unraveling the tangled web of deceit."It's not quite what you're assuming," she remarked, her gaze fixed on the distance. "I intend to astound him by revealing how his ex-fiancée managed to sidestep her unfortunate demise." The weight of her words lingered in the air, filled with meaning.Vincentius parsed her statement meticulously, his mind dissecting each nuance. With a thoughtful furrow in his brow, he reached up, his fingers tracing the curve of his chin. "You're insinuating that His Highness may have had a hand in orchestrating your demise, Medi," he mused, his tone tinged with incredulity.A wry smirk danced on Medea's lips, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "It's mere conjecture, brother. But one I could verify if given the chance to confront him," she countered, her voice steady despite the weight of her implications.With a resolute sense of delight, her ruby-red eyes narrowed mischievously. The narrative would become dull if it kept adhering strictly to the plot. How about injecting a twist into it?