The Demon Queen System 11 Abandoing The Family

"Young Miss, we've been instructed by the Master to see to your every need. Master would like if you'd join him for dinner," the one with the inky black cat ears spoke. She had a soothing voice; it was full of patience and light to the ear.

The other maid stood beside her but didn't speak at all.

"First, what are your names?" I ask them.

The bear maids ear perked up and she quickly answers, "Young Miss, my names is Bitsy," she gave a slight bow and she looked me in the eyes. That was the first time she has done that; I returned her enthusiasm with a smile.

I turned my attention back towards the cat Beasts Kin maid," Young Miss, it's an honors me to have you ask my name, Yoko, I'm at your service," she was so formal as she gave a half dip.

Well, neither of their response had been bad, it looks like they might be able to serve me wholeheartedly. That was a pleasant thought, for now, I need to add more allies to my side. Or else, I'd come to an untimely end.

'We should collect some information on our enemy, don't you think?' My teacher's voice sounded immensely evil, I think she wanted nothing more than to bathe in the blood of my enemies, or maybe anyone.

I didn't respond to her, but I did agree with the fact that I needed to learn more about my situation as a whole. It was clear that they wanted me dead.

"Young Miss, shall we take you to Master now?" Yoko asks softly.

Shaking my head a bit, I give her a small nod.

"Right this way then," she replies as she walks to the door that to the far right and opens it. I follow behind her, with Bitsy following behind me. We made our way through a maze-like hallway of what I a.s.sume is my Grandfather's wing of the house.

It seemed to be a decently sized wing, the more I walked through the hallways, the more that I felt like it was a pocket dimension that had been moved here and connected to the house. There was just no way that this was all in the house, with the air quality alone. I could tell that a great deal of magical energy and spirit energy was wafting around the air.

That what the only thing that I could think of, plus I hadn't felt the prying eyes since I'd left the meeting room with my Grandfather. It would seem that this s.p.a.ce was closed off to the others, what a perfect base of operations, I thought gleefully to myself.

After walking down a staircase, we arrived in an open room that had the smell of food drifting all around it. I wanted to drool the food smelled so good, it might have been the fact that I'd been reborn half-beast kin, but ever since my sense of smell had increased dramatically, along with my appet.i.te.

I felt like my stomach was gnawing on itself, I was so hungry.

My Grandfather sat at the table with a stack of doc.u.ments in his hand and a stern look on his face as he leafed through them. Every page he turned the more the stern look turned into a deep and vexing frown.

How interesting, I wonder what he was looking at.

Smiling, I decide to dart forward, I moved with a bit of speed as I hurried towards my Grandfather. I reached him in a couple of strokes of a brush, I reached a handout and touched his arm. Which seemed to rouse him from his displeased mood.

"Grandfather, what are you reading?" I ask him, with a curious expression plastered onto my face. I truly was interested in what he was going over, but I was a bit worried to show the cold and calculating side of myself.

I was in the body of a six-year-old, one that had been brutally traumatized and beaten by her own family, only to be killed by them not even a few hours ago. However, my Grandfather didn't know anything about the old Astarte, I might just be able to get away with this personality flip.

The gears in my head were turning, if I was wrong, I didn't know what might happen to me.

A smile broke out on my Grandfather's face as he placed the doc.u.ment down and reached out a hand to rub my head. His hand was huge it could easily squash my head, but he touched me so tenderly.

It made me want to cry, I hadn't had a father or a mother in my last life and it looks like I wouldn't have them in this life either. However, I'd been gifted a Grandfather, who was loving. I wouldn't let any harm come to him, or those that had protected me.

"Cloud, don't you look like a cute little princess," he says warmly.

I would repay kindness with kindness and evil with an even darker evil.

"These are just some doc.u.ments of the family's spending and gain this year, nothing for you to worry about my dear," he spoke with a soft tone. He removes his hand and quickly shuffles the doc.u.ments back into a stack.

Finances, huh? I would like to see those.

"Why don't you go and take a seat, I had them prepare a lot of food for you, my dear," he quipped again as he motions to the seat that was right next to him.

Turning, I reach out my hand to pull the chair out myself, but Bitsy was already there moving the chair for me to sit down. I look at her and she got a respectful look on her face, smiling I climb up into the chair and sit down. She pushes it forward so that I'm able to reach everything.

There is quite the number of dishes that are on the table.

All the way to some sort of roasted animal to fruits and soups. It looks like he hadn't held back, plus there was a thick essence of magical energy radiating off of each dish. Although what really caught my attention was the thick slices of a purple fruit that radiated spiritual energy, this body had a lack of spiritual energy.

Reaching my hand out I quickly grab the plate of the purple fruit and began to munch on one of the slices. At the first bite into the fruit, a large amount of spiritual energy gushed into my mouth, along with a luscious taste filled my mouth as the sweet juice poured out from the fruit slice.

My Grandfather seems surprised by my choice of food.

"Cloud, why did you choose that?" His voice was soft but hinting that I'd made a surprising choice in his mind. Which was true, a lot of the other food, for instance, was meat and cakes and other things that a child might like.

Not many would have gone for the strange purple fruit.

"I just like the way it looked," I decided to respond vaguely, to gauge his reaction.

A hesitant look pa.s.sed over his face before he decided to probe further. "What do you mean by it looked good? Can you see Spiritual Energy!?" He asked with a slight note of urgency in his tone.

I took another bite out of the slice of fruit that I had in my hand. More of the delicious juice and spiritual energy flowing into my body. My sore hand that I had been cut up started to feel even better.

"Do you mean the swirling energy that was floating off of the fruit?" I ask with slow words as I swallowed the whole slice of fruit.

It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. I'd been able to see magical energy and spiritual energy in both my last life and this life.

"I can," I simply stated as I took a bite of another slice of fruit.

It was like a spell had misfired; my Grandfather slammed his hands on the table. Resulting in a few dishes toppling over and some drinks spilling. But he didn't seem to mind that in the least, and I think I saw tears running out of his eyes.

"The G.o.ds haven't abandoned us yet," he breathed out as he looked upwards.

What did G.o.d's have to do with anything, if G.o.d's cared they wouldn't allow good people to die. Well... maybe it was a good thing the G.o.d's didn't care because I was going to be killing a lot of people.

Yes, it was better if G.o.d's kept to their nose out of our affairs, I thought to myself.

"Tell me dear are you Spirit Veins, really ruined?" He asks as he whipped a hand over his eyes, clearing away the tears.

"It's true that they are ruined," he looked deflated at my words," however, that doesn't mean that they can't be repaired," I finished, picking up another slice of fruit I take a bit out of it.

"Y-you don't mean that you've found a way to fix your ruined spiritual veins?" His voice was shaking, a mixture of joy and hope intermingled in those words.

I raise an eyebrow before I place the fruit in my hands down.

Looking down at my hands, I try to decide if I'm going to take a gamble. Clenching my hands, I raise my head and clear my throat.

"Grandfather, I can fix my veins, and I will soon be able to start my learning into the tier magic, along with cultivating the bloodline of our house. But for these six years, I've been tortured and ridiculed, I, The Young Miss... The Heir to the Morninghelm name," I laugh as I sit back in my chair.

"What I seek is revenge, no matter, if it's kin and kith. I shall not stand to be treated like I have these past years of my life. I want to seek out justice, against those that have attack me. If you wouldn't allow me to, then I shall leave this house and abandon my name and family," I speak with a firm resolution as I look at my Grandfather.

This was all a bet!