Reincarnated as a Sickly Princess, She was Kidnapped by the Evil Dragon Lady - Chapter 2

Despite this, Illycia’s confusion remained undiminished. The only certainty she had was that the person before her harbored no hostility toward her.

While the woman held her, Illycia’s gaze darted around the room, scanning the walls and the faces of the others present. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.

Finally, she reached a conclusion: she had somehow transmigrated into the body of a girl completely different from her previous life.

Judging by the concern and worry in the eyes of the people around her, they seemed to be her family.

Illycia was torn. Should she tell them that the Illycia they knew was dead, and that the person now inhabiting this body was someone entirely different, save for sharing the same name?

After much deliberation, Illycia gently pushed away from the woman and looked at her, then at the deep, thoughtful eyes of the mature man beside her. Slowly, she asked, “Excuse me… who are you… and who are all of you?”

Illycia knew she couldn’t deceive these people under their watchful eyes.

Having no memories of this body’s previous life and knowing nothing about the people before her, Illycia could only tentatively deduce from her surroundings that the original owner and her family must have held a high social status.

Given that she was now a frail little girl with no strength to even lift a chicken, she decided to play it safe and feign amnesia.

Still, Illycia couldn’t help but admit that she was now utterly helpless in every way, especially physically. Her current body was the complete opposite of her “robust” physique from her previous life.

As expected, the moment Illycia spoke, the woman before her and the crowd behind her froze in stunned silence.

The awkward silence was finally broken when the beautiful woman spoke.

“Little Illycia, it’s me—your mother. Don’t you recognize your own mother?”

The woman’s voice trembled as she spoke, her hands gripping Illycia’s right hand tightly. She gazed at the bewildered girl with hopeful eyes, desperately searching for any flicker of recognition on her daughter’s face.

But even with such fervent hope, Illycia’s words shattered it completely.

“N-no… I don’t recognize you…”

As Illycia spoke, she shakily freed her hand from the beautiful woman’s grasp. Her body instinctively recoiled, retreating until her back pressed against the headboard. She locked herself into a defensive posture, only her wary eyes visible as she watched the group before her.

Illycia’s reaction froze everyone in the room like statues.

It wasn’t that she deliberately wanted to hurt them. After all, she wasn’t the original owner of this body. To completely dispel their suspicions, she needed to play the role convincingly.

But immediately afterward, a tall, young man spoke up.

“Father, Mother, I think Little Illycia might have… lost her memory…”

His words drew everyone’s attention to him.

“Do you remember how Illycia was injured before?”

The group then began discussing the matter openly in front of Illycia, without any pretense of privacy.

Through their conversation, Illycia finally understood her current situation.

The truth was that the original owner of this body had committed suicide, leaping from the upper floor and landing headfirst.

By a strange twist of fate, Illycia’s soul had transmigrated into the body immediately after the original owner’s death, inheriting her physical form.

The reason for confirming the original owner’s suicide was the meticulously prepared suicide note she had left behind, indicating thorough planning.

Given these circumstances, Illycia had miraculously survived what should have been a fatal injury. Compared to this, her amnesia seemed relatively minor.

Thus, the people in the room accepted the premise of Illycia’s amnesia and began reintroducing themselves to her.

The beautiful woman who had rushed to embrace Illycia was, unsurprisingly, her mother, Rosalia Ellorethian Lian.

The stern-looking man who had entered first through the door was Illycia’s father, Rodas Lu.

The young man who had spoken earlier was her eldest brother, Gabriel.

The two strikingly beautiful sisters, each with their own distinct charm, were Isabella, her second-eldest sister, and Emilia, her fourth-eldest sister.

The remaining member was her Third Brother, named Ethan.

These were all the members of the Illycia family.

Through introductions, Illycia learned the names of her father, mother, two older brothers, and two older sisters.

Her eldest brother, Gabriel, appeared refined and scholarly, around twenty-five years old. With his gold-rimmed glasses and neatly styled golden hair, he looked every bit the intellectual.

Her second sister, Isabella, seemed to have inherited the best traits from both parents. Tall and strikingly beautiful, her cascading waves of honey-gold hair struck Illycia as genuinely stunning.

Third Brother Ethan was more ruggedly built, as if he had inherited their father Rodas’s natural air of authority. Though his sharp features were undeniably handsome, he always wore the same stern expression as Rodas.

Fourth Sister Emilia was equally beautiful, but with a distinct charm. Her peach-blossom eyes and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye gave her an alluring, almost bewitching aura.

In short, all four siblings were exceptionally attractive. With parents as striking as Rodas and Rosalia, it would have been difficult for them to be anything less than stunning.

What puzzled Illycia was how her four older siblings were tall, charismatic, and all blonde, exuded an innate aristocratic elegance and the commanding presence of those in authority. Yet, when it came to her, she was not only short and petite but also had black hair, a trait none of her siblings shared.

Earlier, Illycia had glanced at her reflection in the mirror and assessed her current body: truly short and slender. If she hadn’t noticed a faint resemblance to her parents in the mirror, she might have doubted whether she was their biological child.

Just as Illycia was processing the scene before her, her mother, Rosalia, embraced her again, tears welling in her eyes.

“My little Illycia… you’ve suffered so much since you were a child… Your father and I are so sorry…”

Rosalia held Illycia close and began to weep.

“Enough, darling…” Rodas said, noticing Illycia’s awkwardness in the face of Rosalia’s tears. “Let Illycia… rest properly for a while.”

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