Olivia listened in disbelief to the thing that had her sisters face. Not a shred of the sweet girl she rembered. The pitch of her voice kept changing and only at tis resembled the tones that Olivia rembered. Even Emily’s face had signs of change, the result of abuse of Shadow Body Swap.
“P-princess? Queen?” Olivia asked, having caught the end of Emily’s monologue. “What are you saying?”
“You might have resigned yourself to living off scraps and dying alone with nothing, but I have ambition!” Emily said with a proud smile. “Play along properly and I might grant you position in my court once I beco the new queen. Perhaps a nice pen to share with the other loyal dogs?”
“Is there no end to your madness?” Olivia finally rose up from the floor. “This and that aside, what makes you think you’d ever be let anywhere near the throne?”
“I’ve spent a lot of ti thinking about it. And no matter how I look at it marrying in is the most straightforward way. The queen has seven daughters. I’m sure I’ll find at least one or two among them that are manageable. After that it’s just a matter of ti before the current King and Queen end up dead. Everybody knows that the King spends most days high out of his mind. He’s bound to overdose eventually. Who’s to say the Queen hasn’t taken up his hobbies? Even if I have to help things along, I doubt anyone would think much of it. Nobody really likes them much anyway.”
“And you think they’d agree to let you marry any of their daughters?”
“You’re insulting now!” Emily said, annoyed. “King Selirius has offered his daughters countless tis before as rewards: for saving the Kingdom; for bringing a live demon to the palace; for plowing his coldhearted ‘bitch of a wife’ until he sees her ‘orgasm face’… And those are the more reasonable examples. And Princess Julia has probably fucked half the city by now, so they’d be grateful if a sweet, respectable noblewoman of high status such as I took that cum receptacle off their hands.”
“…” Olivia had no words. She wasn’t talking to her sister. A delusional, sadistic narcissist had taken her sister’s face. “Emily… Whatever you went through… Even if… Even if I was the one that hurt you sohow, please, let help you!”
“Absolutely!” Emily exclaid and clapped her hands. “I knew you’d see things my way sooner or later! We have still so much work to do! Daddy will find an opportune mont to start the conversation, but we have to prepare before. Since you have adequate skill in combat, I’ll need you to train up loyal soldiers for . Obviously not all Seven Sisters will just sit and let take over, so we’ll need to be ready to strike—”
“What!? No!” Olivia interrupted Emily. “I want to help you get out of this ss! Can you not see all the suffering you’ve caused? How much you’re still causing now? How you’re treating even those you claim to be your loyal guards? I do not know how long it will take to atone for all you’ve done, or if it can even be done, but I will do whatever it takes to take you off this path of madness that this entire city is walking on.”
“I see,” Emily lowered her head. A shadow fell over her eyes. “It was too good to be true that you’d co around so fast. I’ll need to train you properly first.”
“Like you trained them?” Olivia pointed at Emily’s victims. “How many did you kill!?”
“That’s what happens when fools don’t listen or are too incompetent to be worth the food they consu,” Emily said. “But don’t you worry. The others are expendable. You are just one. I won’t kill you. And I’ll spare no effort in training you. No matter how long it takes!”
“It looks like I’ll just have to beat so sense into my little sister,” Olivia said and steeled her resolve to attack the one she ca to save.
“I wonder—”
“Princess!!” a man’s voice ca from behind Emily.
A big, chubby, balding old man in purple attire scurried toward Emily, surrounded by a squad of guards.
Emily put her hand over her face and changed her features back to Ophelia’s before she turned around and cheerfully yelled, “Daddy!”
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