Quick Transmigration: Destroy Harems System! - Chapter 2

I’ve been living here for almost a year and the body I am residing is 1 year and half a month old that means I’m still a baby.

On my first birthday my father, Vernon, didn’t even visit or congratulate me.

Figures, as what I’ve heard from the gossiping maids that I’m an unfavored daughter or a forgotten princess.

Well, the story did slightly mention something about Viviana’s past like how her mother was an entertainer the emperor took a liking and thus she was born,

or how her mother died from giving birth to her thus making her father hate her to the point of forgetting her existence,

or how she met her father at the age of 10 for the first time only to be looked upon like an ant, and to be asked of her forgotten name,

or how Viviana only sought Vernon’s fatherly love as she tries her best to please him but wasn’t enough to get his attention,

and how Vernon willingly handed his daughter, Viviana, to Lelouche without looking back.

‘It was disappointing, this father called Vernon.’

My tummy grumbled upon remembering those things.

I crawled on the carpet even though I can now walk slightly to the couch where Tiffany is knitting something.

When I reached her side, I pulled the hem of her dress.

“ani, mik. Mik.” Asking to be fed milk.

She put down what she was knitting as she asked. “Are you hungry Princess Viviana?”

I nodded and she went to the kitchen not before handing me a toy called rattle.

On the couch is my guardian, the Dengel. Lucy told me they’re invincible and can only be seen by me thus they can linger around like this moment, sometimes they would just disappear but can communicate with me through my mind.

“ken ay nab beh ow kelekbel?” I asked when I looked at them.

“No, you must maintain the original’s character as it would raise suspicions if you suddenly changed how you act…” Lucy started. “But… you are in a baby’s body now, it wouldn’t be a problem.” Ferr finished.

There was a momentary silence except the rattling sounds of my toy.

Tiffany went back with a baby bottle, picked me up and lay me on my crib as I drink my milk. After that, she went back to the couch and continues knitting.

I stared at the ceiling while suċkɨnġ my milk, my thoughts wandering.

*chup chup chup gulp*

‘I wonder how I’ll finish my mission.’

*chup chup chup gulp*

*chup chup chup gulp*

‘How can I start when I’m always in this room?’

*chup chup chup gulp*

‘haaah, I want to grow up quickly.’

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3 years have passed and am now 4 years old. I was able to venture out of my room, although quite disappointed as I saw how dilapidated my palace is; only my room looks presentable.

By the way, the name of my palace is Tacita Palace which means silent or mute. This is like an indication or warning…

‘Don’t worry Vernon, I’ll be silent. I won’t bother you so let’s live in peace.’

Right now I’m having an afternoon break with milk and chocolate cookies on my small garden.

As I’ve mentioned before I have 4 personal maids, there are also a head maid and 5 more who does the minor chores like cleaning, laundry, and cooking meals.

I don’t even have a single guard in my palace. Sometimes we don’t even have enough budgets to spend for the month, even the chocolate cookies I’m munching now is a luxury for us.

I even thought of digging out the gems and scraping or scratching the gold like things on the walls, or even selling some of the furniture inside my palace, but I voted against it.

It would be bad if someone noticed and reports it to Vernon.

‘Well, it’s not like I’m complaining or anything. As long as I have a roof on my head, and food to fill my stomach, everything is alright.’

That night, Tiffany tucked me inside the blankets and told me a bedtime story about our Kingdom.

Before the story even ended, I’ve already closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

When I felt she left my bed, blow out the candle, and leave the room, I immediately opened my eyes.

‘That’s crap!’ I thought remembering the bedtime story about a kind-hearted hero who saved a kingdom, which is the representation of my father emperor.

According to the intelligence I’ve collected (from the gossips of my maids), Vernon wasn’t really the crown prince; he was the shadow of his twin brother, Zeus de feur Lostela, the real crown prince.

When the previous emperor died from sickness, Zeus rises as the emperor.

However, it’s only for a while as he was killed by his own brother, Vernon.

After becoming an emperor, Vernon lived to the fullest *sarcasm* with alcohol and women. Not until he met my mother then came me and you know the rest.

However, it was said that months after my birth, he ordered everyone inside the palace to be killed, maids, guards and royals alike. No one was spared. So now, inside this huge palace the only Royal is me & Vernon.

I sighed. ‘I feel distressed living with a murderer.’