561: Big Plans

561: Big Plans

Olivia listened in disbelief to the thing that had her sisters face. Not a shred of the sweet girl she remembered. The pitch of her voice kept changing and only at times resembled the tones that Olivia remembered. Even Emily’s face had signs of change, the result of abuse of Shadow Body Swap.

“P-princess? Queen?” Olivia asked, having caught the end of Emily’s monologue. “What are you saying?”

“You might have resigned yourself to living off scraps and dying alone with nothing, but I have ambition!” Emily said with a proud smile. “Play along properly and I might grant you position in my court once I become the new queen. Perhaps a nice pen to share with the other loyal dogs?”

“Is there no end to your madness?” Olivia finally rose up from the floor. “This and that aside, what makes you think you’d ever be let anywhere near the throne?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it. And no matter how I look at it marrying in is the most straightforward way. The queen has seven daughters. I’m sure I’ll find at least one or two among them that are manageable. After that it’s just a matter of time before the current King and Queen end up dead. Everybody knows that the King spends most days high out of his mind. He’s bound to overdose eventually. Who’s to say the Queen hasn’t taken up his hobbies? Even if I have to help things along, I doubt anyone would think much of it. Nobody really likes them much anyway.”

“And you think they’d agree to let you marry any of their daughters?”

“You’re insulting me now!” Emily said, annoyed. “King Selirius has offered his daughters countless times before as rewards: for saving the Kingdom; for bringing a live demon to the palace; for plowing his coldhearted ‘bitch of a wife’ until he sees her ‘orgasm face’… And those are the more reasonable examples. And Princess Julia has probably fucked half the city by now, so they’d be grateful if a sweet, respectable noblewoman of high status such as I took that cum receptacle off their hands.”

“…” Olivia had no words. She wasn’t talking to her sister. A delusional, sadistic narcissist had taken her sister’s face. “Emily… Whatever you went through… Even if… Even if I was the one that hurt you somehow, please, let me help you!”

“Absolutely!” Emily exclaimed and clapped her hands. “I knew you’d see things my way sooner or later! We have still so much work to do! Daddy

will find an opportune moment to start the conversation, but we have to prepare before. Since you have adequate skill in combat, I’ll need you to train up loyal soldiers for me. Obviously not all Seven Sisters will just sit and let me take over, so we’ll need to be ready to strike—”

“What!? No!” Olivia interrupted Emily. “I want to help you get out of this mess! Can you not see all the suffering you’ve caused? How much you’re still causing now? How you’re treating even those you claim to be your loyal guards? I do not know how long it will take to atone for all you’ve done, or if it can even be done, but I will do whatever it takes to take you off this path of madness that this entire city is walking on.”

“I see,” Emily lowered her head. A shadow fell over her eyes. “It was too good to be true that you’d come around so fast. I’ll need to train you properly first.”

“Like you trained them?” Olivia pointed at Emily’s victims. “How many did you kill!?”

“That’s what happens when fools don’t listen or are too incompetent to be worth the food they consume,” Emily said. “But don’t you worry. The others are expendable. You are just one. I won’t kill you. And I’ll spare no effort in training you. No matter how long it takes!”

“It looks like I’ll just have to beat some sense into my little sister,” Olivia said and steeled her resolve to attack the one she came to save.

“I wonder—”

“Princess!!” a man’s voice came from behind Emily.

A big, chubby, balding old man in purple attire scurried toward Emily, surrounded by a squad of guards.

Emily put her hand over her face and changed her features back to Ophelia’s before she turned around and cheerfully yelled, “Daddy!”