Without any reason, a fragrance invaded his lungs, followed by a heavy pressure on his chest and a warm touch on his neck. At first, Iss didn't pay much attention to this strange sensation, thinking it was just the effect of the water vapor evaporating from the bathtub. But as the surroundings grew hotter and he started sweating all over his body, it became difficult for him to breathe with something pressing on his neck and chest, so Iss slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was a golden, wriggling, furry thing in his field of vision. Iss lowered his gaze and saw Camilla, who was also in the bathtub, but now pressed herself against him, licking her own neck with her tongue. The warm sensation he had felt earlier was because of this.

If it were any other time, Iss's brain would have sounded the alarm, and his body would have reacted instinctively, jumping up. But now, things were slightly different. The sweet scent that entered his nostrils made it impossible for Iss to resist the comfort, just like a tired person sitting on a luxurious sofa. No one could resist such softness.

"Are you awake, Sister?" Camilla asked.

"...?"

Just as Iss was about to speak, Camilla withdrew her upper body from pressing against Iss. In the dim moonlight, Camilla's exposed, snowy white skin reflected a shimmering gloss. Her golden hair, which was resplendent in the daylight, now flowed like mercury down her smooth back. Her deep red eyes, which seemed like they would suck people in, were also moist and glistening, matching the fragrance that entered his nostrils. All of these sensations overlapped, and in almost an instant, Iss's mind went blank.

Had he fallen asleep in the bathtub? Why did Camilla appear in front of him naked?

But before Iss could react, Camilla took out a short blade and lightly scratched her neck—not very deep, rather, she pressed the blade against her skin. A stream of blood immediately gushed out, but Camilla's actions didn't end there. As if not feeling any pain, Camilla put down the short blade, covered her neck with her hand, and then took the flowing blood into her mouth. She then leaned down again, pressing her lips against Iss's without any hesitation, and used her tongue to pry open his teeth.

The taste was sweet and mellow.

It was blood.

Camilla brought her own blood into Iss's mouth.

Thick, warm, intoxicating treasure.

It was a slightly alcoholic taste, tinged with a faint bitterness. The feeling of being on cloud nine once again climbed into Iss's mind, followed by a strong desire and possessiveness. The wings submerged in the water on Iss's back instantly spread out, tightly enveloping Camilla, who was face to face with him, as if afraid that her prey would escape.

No, wait, the taste of the blood is indeed good, but did he allow Camilla to do this?

Maintaining what little rationality remained in his mind, Iss's nerves quickly started working. Camilla, as a human, and Noble's eldest daughter with a noble and pure bloodline, were separated by an insurmountable gap. Normally, the Noble's eldest daughter would never allow Camilla's dirty body to touch her.

So, pushing Camilla away should be the right choice, right?

Iss first swallowed the blood that Camilla forcibly fed him, then turned his head and pushed Camilla away, standing up from the bathtub. He had been too careless to fall asleep in the bathroom.

Like a startled kitten, Camilla maintained her kneeling posture in the bathtub and looked up at Iss.

"Sister, are you not satisfied?"

"What are you doing?"

"Serving you. Since I have no blood relation with you, and you had those thoughts about me... but this blood won't have any side effects on me, and I won't tell Father. If you like, please be gentle..."

Camilla lowered her head shyly, hesitated, and then straightened up, wrapping her hands around Iss's back, bringing her bleeding neck to his mouth. All Iss had to do was stick out his tongue slightly, no, just slightly open his mouth, and the intoxicating blood would flow in.

But to continue in a situation where he knew it was wrong, that would be the act of a fool. If it were the true Noble's eldest daughter, even if Camilla's intention was to serve her, she would have punished Camilla without hesitation—dirty humans did not have the right to touch the Noble's eldest daughter.With a resounding smack, without any hesitation, Iss pushed Camilla away. He squinted his eyes, looking at her as if scrutinizing a criminal, even though Camilla was now standing naked in front of Iss. Iss pretended not to see her.

His voice carried the authority of someone in a superior position. "Kneel."

As if not hearing Iss's words, Camilla stood frozen in place, with a bewildered expression on her face. "Why...?"

"Are you implying that even insignificant humans dare to touch me without permission? Are you planning to betray me?"

"This change... no, Lady Sister must have stopped being Lady Sister," Camilla's voice lacked surprise or panic, it was a simple statement.

But Iss felt like he had been doused in cold water. His already calm mind instantly turned into ice, as Camilla's words became clear. She had discovered the existence of the Count's eldest daughter, the change that had occurred in herself.

Had their experiment that night been too much? Or perhaps Camilla had somehow used the power of divination magic?

Iss couldn't be sure, but regardless of the result, it was important to stay calm now. Panicking at any moment would only lead to trouble.

"I believe you understand what you are saying. If Father was able to raise the first Camilla, he can naturally raise a second one. If you want to die, I can reward you at any time."

"But how could the real Lady Sister allow me to sit beside her? She would never put her blood in a cup. Even if you let me sit at the dining table out of a whim, it wouldn't change her lifestyle."

Despite her words of defense, Camilla still obeyed Iss's command and knelt in the bathtub.

It seemed that tonight's experiment had gone too far, or perhaps Iss hadn't been attentive enough to the habits of the Count's eldest daughter. Iss cursed himself for being careless, but also couldn't help but feel relieved. Since Camilla had discovered him without using magic, an invisible, intangible power that he was completely unfamiliar with, there was room for maneuvering.

Iss sneered. "What? Am I not allowed to experiment?"

This statement was sure to push Camilla into a corner. After punishing her, he could cover up tonight's unexpected turn of events.

However, Camilla's reaction was far from what he expected. Her red eyes, which had shown a hint of contemplation, gradually became hollow. She continued to kneel, with both knees on the ground, bowing deeply, completely ignoring the water that was overflowing above her head. This was the etiquette for a slave meeting their master or a commoner meeting a king. In other words, Camilla had already regarded Iss as her master.

"I deeply apologize, Lady Sister, for my actions. If you wish to punish or execute me, please do not hesitate to give the order."

What is going on? Shouldn't she be panicked or angry?

The current Camilla was only rational or, to put it another way, she seemed like an emotionless puppet. The situation had developed beyond Iss's expectations, to the point where he couldn't make heads or tails of it or figure out what the appropriate next step should be.

"Regardless of whether your soul has changed or not, the only master I serve is Lady Sister, the one named L'ize Vail Edith Peschia. I probed you without permission because the surface-level Camilla wanted to know if you had been consumed by Uranos's spirit, but regardless of the result, Camilla should only obey your commands. In the future, I will restrict the activities of the surface-level Camilla."

Question marks appeared one after another in Iss's mind. Surface-level Camilla? Dual personality? And what does it mean for one's soul to change?

If Camilla had a dual personality, then the currently lifeless Camilla with empty eyes should be the real Camilla, or at least that was Iss's intuition. However, regardless of whether her soul had changed or not, didn't her performance just now win Camilla's trust?

Iss frowned. In order to plan his next move, it was better to clarify these questions sooner rather than later.

"What do you mean?"

"Now I am the true me, and only Father knows this secret. Father adopted me because I only act according to orders. If you are not satisfied, you can command me to disappear." After a brief pause, Camilla continued expressionlessly, "Regardless of whether you have changed or even if your soul has been replaced by someone else, as long as you still possess the name 'L'ize Vail Edith Peschia' that Father spoke of, I will obey your commands."The Count of Persia gave Camilla an order that from now on, she could only obey the commands of Edith Persia, the daughter of the Persia family. Therefore, what matters to Camilla is possessing this name and title, even if the soul in this body is replaced, it does not prevent her from obeying the commands of this body.

This is the true Camilla, a puppet.

Of course, Iss is not aware of all of this and can only take an attitude of half-belief.

"So boring, are you saying that I am no longer myself?"

"From what I can see, that seems to be the case."

Tsk.

In her heart, Iss marvels, unable to read any thoughts from Camilla's expressionless face. Of course, Iss is not anxious to the point of going mad. In fact, Iss believes that leaving Camilla alone will not bring any disaster.

Camilla's basis is just her personal conjecture. If we change the scene a bit, let's say A tells B, "I have a personal feeling that C's soul has been replaced," aside from making B think that A has gone mad, nothing else will happen. If this were the vampire Heruente, Iss might be somewhat panicked, but this is a human city where no one is familiar with the Count's eldest daughter, and no one would believe Camilla's words.

In comparison to feeling threatened, Iss finds it interesting. Even if Camilla were to tell the Church about her identity, they would not believe her. Therefore, it can be generally assumed that Camilla is not dangerous. In other words, regardless of whether Camilla acknowledges her own identity or not, it will not have any impact on the future.

Not only that, but Iss also has another bold idea.

With an unpredictable tone, Iss slowly speaks.

"If I say that I am no longer the me I used to be, will Camilla still obey my commands?"

"Yes, as long as you still bear the name Edith Persia."

"Then I command you to disappear now."

"I understand."

Without any hesitation, Camilla picks up the previous short blade and stabs straight into her left chest.

But just before that, Iss, with her strength of level 427, grabs Camilla's wrist.

"Stop, I've changed my mind."

"Yes, I understand."

Cold sweat flows down Iss's forehead. Initially, she thought Camilla would hesitate for a moment, but she didn't expect her to be so direct. If Camilla really committed suicide here, Iss would not be able to explain it clearly. After all, the Count of Persia had repeatedly emphasized to the elder daughter not to kill her own sister. Camilla's value lies in assisting the elder daughter in governing.

However, this also increases Iss's trust in Camilla. Although Camilla's previous actions may seem suspicious of gaining her trust, the risks are too great and the rewards are almost non-existent. Iss cannot find a reason why Camilla would want to gain her trust.

Of course, as a lone traveler wandering in a different world, Iss would not simply trust Camilla. So, she gives the next command.

"From today onwards, you must not leave my sight for a moment. If there is anything about me that doesn't seem like the old me, Camilla must cover for me. If there is any attempt to betray me, I will kill you immediately."

"Understood, Miss Elder Sister."

For some reason, Iss suddenly finds the title "Miss Elder Sister" ironic, but since Camilla nods in agreement, she can't say anything further. Now, apart from taking things step by step, she only has two choices - killing Camilla and escaping the Church.

The latter is the last resort, and the former would sow the seeds of disaster for the future. The eldest daughter always obediently listens to her father, the Count, so killing Camilla would go against the eldest daughter's character. Moreover, Iss does not believe that she can kill someone right after traversing. As someone who comes from an era of high civilization, even a utopian era, she has a natural resistance and fear of killing.

Considering all factors, the current approach is the most appropriate. Let Camilla observe from her perspective whether Iss's actions align with the personality of the eldest daughter. In other words, let Camilla serve as a benchmark for calibrating her own actions. Although this approach is undoubtedly a gamble, considering that there is almost no loss even if she loses, it may not be considered as gambling.After a moment of silence, Iss gave a casual hum, even though Camilla, with her lifeless eyes, looked a bit like a doll now. But he didn't really consider Camilla as a doll or use her as one. In his eyes, Camilla was just a dangerous human.

"Stand up, I'm going back to my room."

"Do you need me to help you change?"

"...No need, just stand outside the door and wait for me, Camilla."

"But standing outside the door will put me out of your line of sight."

Camilla said it with a serious expression, as if truly believing it.

Iss couldn't help but rest his hand on his forehead. This mechanical kind of logic might save a lot of trouble most of the time, but it was also somewhat dense.

"It's just temporarily out of sight. I permit it."

"If that's what Mistress says."

There was no sense of coldness. Camilla walked directly towards the door, without even putting on shoes or clothes. Iss couldn't help but freeze in place. It seemed like he had to take back his words just now. This wasn't just a matter of being dense, but genuinely not knowing how to do anything besides give orders.

"Haah... Can I request to be transferred to a different world? This isn't just a simple female lead, but a maddening female lead..."

Muttering to himself, Iss couldn't help but touch his lips. The sensation of Camilla's kiss still lingered in his consciousness.

"I didn't expect to lose my first kiss in this way. Honestly."

With a complex and subtle mix of emotions, Iss let out a long sigh.