About Jervain family

Passing by the maids forming a path, I took calm steps, dressed as a noblewoman, displaying no signs of nervousness.

In a matter of seconds—

I was greeted by a grand corridor with a red carpet leading to a pair of large double doors at the end.

Under the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, as my field of vision caught the grand double doors exuding elegance, two knight guards slowly opened the entrance.

And that's when I entered the dining room.

But—

"Sister Leonor...!"

A plain, feminine voice welcomed me here, and I sensed familiarity in that voice.

...A voice that felt familiar.

Automatically, fragments containing memories from this girl's body slowly seeped into my mind.

As I lifted my gaze, I saw a beautiful long table and several oversized chairs with armrests and chairbacks taller than the people sitting in them.

My eyes caught three white-haired men and one white-haired girl.

Especially, my gaze was drawn to the girl who stood out from everyone else here.

Like the typical appearance of Jervain lineage. Long, wavy white hair cascading down her back, a beautiful face that emphasized her innocence, and her shining blue eyes perfectly matched the dress she was wearing.

As I approached the table, the white-haired girl once again caught my attention. She was incredibly beautiful, with fair skin and a smooth, innocent face.

"Sister Leonor, come sit next to me!" she exclaimed, displaying her bright smile.

I nodded and sat beside her, feeling her eyes on me as I took my seat.

The three men at the table, whom I assumed were her family members, looked at me indifferently. I could sense their eyes on me, judging me.

But I refused to be intimidated. I had come to this dinner for a reason, and I was determined to achieve my goal.

As the meal began, conversation flowed more smoothly, but I noticed that one of the three white-haired men was giving me a cold stare.

"Leonor," he spoke suddenly, breaking the silence. "Have you ever felt like you don't belong here? Like you're destined for something greater?"

His words caught me slightly off guard, but as a Transmigrator who had just arrived in this world, I remained silent while assessing my situation here.

...Heh, they don't know that inside this girl's body resides the spirit of an old man from another world.

Suddenly, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the hostile glares I felt from the two young men. It was a comical situation I had never experienced in all my years as a Cheonma.

It was common to be met with murderous intent and hostility from various people during my time as a Cheonma. However, strangely, on my first awakening in a new world, I was greeted with hostility from various strangers.

...There were no trustworthy allies, especially that girl who welcomed me with an innocent face.

With an indifferent expression, my long white hair swayed as I looked around, before responding to the question the man had thrown at me.

"Then where else can I eat if not here, Titeo?"

The atmosphere in the dining room fell silent.

The man who had been looking at me with cold eyes was momentarily taken aback, his brows furrowing.

Titeo, the eldest son of the Jervain family with shiny white hair, short bangs, and thick, sharp eyebrows, fell silent for a moment upon hearing my reply.

On one side, the young man with curly hair and bangs on both sides glared at me with an angry expression that seemed to say, 'How dare you speak like that? Who do you think you are?'

Meanwhile, the Patriarch and the white-haired girl named Lona were stunned as their gazes were fixed on me.

...They looked at me as if I were someone entirely different.

The corner of my lips curved into a smile as I looked at the young man who was glaring at me. He was Aiden Von Jervain, the second son of the Jervain family.

Except for me, Lona Von Jervain, Titeo Von Jervain, and Aiden Von Jervain were the biological children of the late Countess Jervain. They lived as nobility with their official identities, and they couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable with the presence of me, someone with white hair of unknown origin.

...This brat was annoying.

I scoffed inwardly as I stared at Aiden with an indifferent gaze.

Then, at one point, a heavy voice filled the dining room. Everyone around, including me, immediately lowered their heads.

"Stop," said the Patriarch.

All the Jervain descendants turned their heads towards the source of the voice, including me.

The Patriarch, who had been mostly silent until now, took matters into his own hands.

As I turned to him, our eyes met for a moment, and he opened his mouth while looking at me.

"Leonor, do you know why I called you here?"

"I apologize, Patriarch. But could you tell me the reason?" I asked deliberately.

Observing sharply, I could tell that he was still angry with me. Perhaps it was because of earlier when I rudely left while he was speaking to me.

Our eyes locked for as long as possible. I casually looked at him without flinching, as if we were on equal footing.

Suddenly, the Patriarch lowered his gaze while massaging his temples. He then muttered to me in a moderate volume,

"Leonor, I hope you will consider your position and responsibilities within this family," said the Patriarch, with his eyes closed.

"We have high expectations of you, and we believe that you have the potential to bring honor and prosperity to the Jervain name."

...It seemed he had to overlook the rudeness I had displayed earlier and chalk it up to a teenage girl's rebellion.

Then, I replied politely, "Of course, Patriarch. I am honored to be a part of the Jervain family, and I will do my best to fulfill my duties."

The atmosphere in the dining room seemed to ease slightly, and the tension from earlier began to dissipate. It was clear that the Patriarch's words held significant weight among his family members.

However, it seemed that Aiden's cold gaze never wavered. He appeared uncertain about my response, but I boldly disregarded it.

As the dinner continued, conversation flowed more smoothly, and I made an effort to engage with the family members. Lona, the white-haired girl, remained friendly and welcoming, while Titeo, the eldest son, maintained a reserved but polite demeanor.

Aiden, on the other hand, kept his distance, watching me with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. It was clear that he was not entirely pleased with my presence.

It was only now that I realized that the body I currently controlled had never set foot in this dining room. It was evident that this girl had been marginalized within the family.

My arrival in the dining room seemed to be a thorn in their eyes.

After dessert was finished, the Patriarch, who was cleaning his mouth with a napkin, suddenly dropped a bombshell.

"Oh, by the way. Your fiancé will be arriving here tomorrow. Leonor, please be courteous to the Duke, unless you want to face severe consequences...."

My hand, which was about to pick up a napkin, froze momentarily. My eyes shifted towards the one who had dropped this unexpected revelation with his words.

...Ah, I had forgotten that this girl had a fiancé.

Unbeknownst to me, wrinkles formed on my otherwise beautiful forehead as I belatedly accepted fragments of the owner's memories.

Then, the Patriarch continued his words, "For the next week, we will all be returning to the South..."

The three Jervain descendants showed respect and always accepted their father's statements.

In a short while, they all returned to their respective residences.

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