Claire spoke, "You were allergic to peas!?"

Her hand that patted the girl's back paused for a short while before resuming back. But the strength within it was getting lighter and lighter and before Clara knew it, she was no longer being patted.

Clara rubbed her nose, "I didn't know. Also, who would have thought..."

"But you used to take a lot to eat years back. How could... Are you alright?"

"I...I'm fine, just some nose bleeding and-"

As Clara's voice died out, violent coughing rised in volume. Claire stared at this and her mouth slightly curled up before returning back into it's former state.

"I'm very sorry, I'm such a failure of a sister, I didn't know you were allergic to it. Meimei, please forgive me."

Claire said with dropping eyelids.

Clara put a palm over her mouth and shook her head, "It's alright, you're not the one at fault...this aside, may I go to the bathroom?"

Claire slightly smiled, "Sure..."

Clara quickly stood up and rushed towards the restroom, leaving the figure of Claire alone in the dining hall.

Watching the other's figure walk further, Claire could no longer suppress her distraught. Her lips was pursed to an ugly smile that halfway turned into a frown. Her eyes turned empty and emotionless dull brown as her black pupils stared the shadow of her younger sister.

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Her emotion was strange and abnormal, neither could one know what she was currently thinking. The perplexing glint in her eyes was not fading but continuing until it outshone the bright lighting of the sun.

Her nails dug deep into the wooden chair's upper frame and blood uncontrollably bled. The pain seemed to be unnoticeable, Claire had her gaze fixed on the restroom door, neither flinching or in disarray...

(...)

Clara looked at herself in the mirror, her hand wiped the red blood that dipped from her nostrils.

She was not expecting herself to be allergic to peas, she never was in her previous life. It was contradicting to know that her taste have been changed, she didn't think that there would be this outcome after transmigrating.

"The book never mentioned this..."

Her hand propped her forehead as sweat poured down on her cheeks, Clara bit her lower lip with difficulty.

She was none other but a victim of death, now she have been forcibly sent into this world in the body of a cannon fodder.

But then, her eyes glinted with happiness, the joy of the future she was bound to reach was laid out before her - Clara knew that though bad luck held her wrist in the past, just like any transmigrators out there, she was going to become a big figure!

So despite all of this, she was clear of her intentions.

She held the protagonist's thigh tightly and all there is left is to mend the bad girl image from everyone's perspective, which would of course begin at the closest relative, Claire.

"Hu..," Sighed Clara as her head ducked down.

Her fore hair scattered before her eyes as she looked at her reflection. "It's okay Clara, you can do this! We'll fix the mistakes the previous owner had done that includes our image and our profanity, we can't make anymore mistakes lest that the flag of doom arrives early."

After a few words of encouragement, Clara first washed her face with water and wiped it dry.

Clara did not remain inside the enclosed space any longer, she exited the restroom and had failed to notice - the mirror shone, a bright red dot appeared in the middle.

The camera that was of the size of a bug flickered and seemingly trembled in joy as it caught everything on tape.