A new life

''It's a miracle that fourth young lady is alive, Jane.''

''I heard the fourth young master used his aura on her, yet she only fainted.''

''Children of his excellency are definitely stronger than average nobles and commoners.''

''Don't forget the fourth young lady is of pure blood.''

''She and second young master are said to be of the pure blood, but why is she the weakest of his excellency's children?''

''Perhaps the blood of her maternal family could be the reason. Have you forgotten the sixth madam's true lineage?''

''The sixth madam hasn't even visited the fourth young lady since she fainted on the battle grounds.''

''Their relationship is not to be shocked about.''

''The heavens must have been on the fourth young lady's side to be alive till now.''

Shut up.

Chaos wanted to tell that voices speaking to be quiet. Her fingers were tempted to detach their vocal cords because their voices were loud for her ears, like sounds of drums. Though, for some reason, her lips couldn't move to utter her thoughts. Her hands couldn't enact her will. It was as if something dense was weighing her body down like a block of wood.

Her eyes were also the same. No matter what, she couldn't lift them up to see what was going on outside her dark world.

''Young lady, this maid prays to the goddess for speedy recovery.'' A whisper sounded right above her.

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''Hm....'' Chaos's eyes fluttered open with a sleepy groan. Her sight was the blurry view of a ceiling until her vision became clearer.

'It's old.' Her first line of thought was the noticeable cracks and molds of the ceiling.

'I should get up.'

When Chaos tried to breathe through her nose, she noticed that it seemed clogged and stuffed up like a block.

'....?' Chaos slowly sat up on the bed, taking in the appearance of her location. Something moist slipped from her forehead to the pillow, and her gaze lowered to a damp white towel.

Had this body been ill? That could explain why the airway of her nose seemed blocked.

A squeaking sound attracted Chaos's gaze, and she saw a young maid entering the room with a basin of water. Her eyes openly regarded the black-and-white uniform, inwardly confirming that the foreign memories in her head and her reality on the battle grounds were not dreams.

''Young lady!'' Dark brown eyes of maid lit up at the sight of her. After shutting the door, the maid quickened her footsteps to the bed. Her freckled face instantly brightened up with a wide grin.

''Young lady has finally awakened!'' The maid took the damp white towel on the edge of the bed and folded the piece of cloth on the rims of the basin. The smile on her face was so warm in contrast to the blank stare from Chaos.

''..….''

''Has young lady's fever gone down now? This maid was nearly frightened to death.'' The maid carefully set the bowl on the nightstand beside the bed and reached out to touch Chaos's forehead.

''Don't touch me.'' Chaos's gaze went dark towards the hand inching on her forehead. She intentionally tilted her body and avoided the hand.

The maid froze, not expecting her young lady to react this cold. She was stunned at first, and then somewhat confused.

''Young lady….'' The maid awkwardly took her hand from the bed and quickly apologized with a fretting bow. ''Please pardon this maid's insolence, young lady. Young lady has been indisposed for days and this maid assumed..... '' She instinctively teared up, not finishing up her words because it would be bad luck against her young lady. The maid recalled how she had been caring for her unresponsive young lady with shaking hands and heartfelt prayers.

At the same time, her mind wandered state of confusion. Why did her young lady seem a little different? First of, her young lady was not one to avoid her this coldly.

Chaos indifferently stared at the sniffling maid in thoughts for a moment before murmuring. ''I'm okay.''

Perhaps she had been too blunt with her words and acts. She simply hated the feeling of people's skin crawling on her.

Chaos glanced around the strange yet familiar room with the foreign memories in her head. She then lowered her eyes to the body in a white nightgown.

A body that now belonged to her

 'I can't believe I am in the body of another.'

The literal body of a child.

Her new small body.

''Mother?'' She threw a glance at the waiting maid.

''Sixth madam ordered this maid to look after the young lady.'' The maid automatically replied, her confusion decreasing a bit. Her young lady was someone who had always asked about the sixth madam. She had been waiting for a question regarding the sixth madam, as it was getting strange.

 'Maybe young lady is a bit stressed. She did escape an almost death.' The maid pitied her young lady more, especially with the kind of noble family she had been born as their descendant.

''...Mother really did that?'' Chaos asked once more. Her eyes suddenly twinkled in amusement. Why was the memory of this body different from the maid's words?

''Yes, young lady.''

''If you say so then.'' Chaos readily accepted and did not push for more. She laid back down on the bed and pulled the cotton quilt up to her neck. Her face nuzzled in the fluffy pillow and her lips released an appreciative sigh.

How long had she laid on a soft and lush bed like this?

The bed in the prison was a big NO for her.

''I want to stay indoors today. Please be sure that no one knows disturb my rest.'' Chaos said the same way from the memories of the body that were now hers.

This particular maid had been with the original owner of her body from birth. When she avoided the maid's touch, she could sense the maid's confusion, and now wasn't the best time for someone to suspect her. That's the reason she asked about this body's mother. It was what the original owner would have done.

Besides, saying please to someone was definitely not her style.

''Of course, young lady certainly needs rest.'' The maid dipped her head in a small bow.

Despite the small knot in her heart, she kept her thoughts to herself and respectfully withdrew out of the room. She didn't forget to carry the basin with the folded towel on the nightstand.

With the maid out of the room, Chaos opened her empty eyes.

''I guess you can be classified as a pitiful person…'' she murmured, turning her face to the old ceiling. Her feelings were not the same as her words because she felt nothing towards a stranger. She only knew the word to describe the memories of the original owner.

A cruel father that absolutely did not care for her, and an indifferent mother that had ignored her from birth, and only cared for the inheritance of the family.

Half-siblings that were out for the blood of one another.

A family that had no desire to care for the weak.

A place where one needed to kill for survival or get killed without knowing like the standard law of wild.

This was the summary of the memories that she received during the time she was not awake.