New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World-Chapter 317: SHE HAD A DAEMON

That night, Aristia had another dream of original Aristia’s memories.

She woke up and stretched her arms. Her gaze moved past the bed drapery and landed on the window. It was already morning.

A small yawn escaped her lips.

Tonight’s dream showed another scene of original Aristia and Carolyn Cornwell. It was the same as usual with Aristia being misunderstood for doing nothing.

Carolyn, on the other hand, either had Wade or Ivan coming to her aid, or both. It was frustrating for Aristia to see them acting like they had no brain cells.

But maybe she couldn’t blame them.

Anyone who saw Carolyn Cornwell with how pure and angelic she looked would take her side.

She had a soft, pure, innocent, beauty with an angelic face and a gentle air that drew people in.

On the other hand, Aristia really fit the villain tag.

She was exceptionally cute as a child, but when she grew up, her features were beautiful, striking, bold and sharp.

[Yeah. If Carolyn Cornwell was a dove, then Aristia was a dove, then Aristia was a hawk, graceful and poised. If Carolyn was a peony, soft and sweet, then Aristia was a rose. Beautiful but with thorns that drew blood when mishandled. If Carolyn was springtime, gentle and warm, then Aristia was winter, cold and striking. If Carolyn was— okay, that’s enough. I think I’ve made my point.] Aristia thought, cutting off her own thoughts.

[The point is, just looking at Carolyn Cornwell makes one want to protect her. So when she’s suddenly crying and feeling wronged, it’s easy for Aristia who already has a bad reputation, to take the blame.]

She got down from the bed, anticipating the moment the door would open and Adeline would walk in.

[Anyway, that’s the kind of character I hate most! She doesn’t even make any effort to correct the misunderstanding.] She frowned.

In her opinion, a character like Carolyn Cornwell was simply unlikable.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and just as Aristia had expected, Adeline walked in.

She stopped thinking about the novel’s heroine.

It was time to start the day.

*** 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Vivian Quentin didn’t wake up until three days later.

After she had eaten and rested, Aristia spoke to her in detail about what she required of her.

After that, she was introduced to the others.

Vivian nodded after Owen and the others introduced themselves, feeling surprised. She had guessed that these children were also Aristia’s people, but she had never expected her guess to be accurate.

So the princess had secretly formed her own allies?

"Hello, I’m Vivian Quentin." She said, even though they were all aware.

Aristia addressed everyone.

"Vivian is a part of the family now." She said, then pretended not to see Alaric’s downturned lips and turned to Vivian who looked a bit stunned.

"I wrote a letter to your parents when you fell unconscious. I told them that I wanted you to stay for a few days. But that excuse won’t be suitable to use again, and I need you here in the mansion until you’ve understood everything you need to know."

She paused and said. "I know the perfect shield to use." She rubbed her chin. "But for that, I need my father."

It wasn’t only Vivian who was curious about what exactly it was that Aristia had in mind. Owen and the rest were too, staring at her curiously.

But Aristia was already speaking to Wilson through the mental link.

’Papa, I need your help with something.’

It didn’t take up to a few seconds before Wilson responded.

’What do you need help with?’ He asked. His curiosity could be heard in his tone.

’It’s like this...’

After speaking with Wilson, Aristia cut off the connection before turning to the others.

Everyone’s expressions were normal, even Alaric’s, except for the normal curiosity.

Only Vivian’s face was painted with confusion as she stared at Aristia.

The reason was simple.

After Aristia finished her sentence about talking to her father, she suddenly kept silent, looking straight at the wall.

Vivian followed her gaze but didn’t see anything. But she held back from calling Aristia.

Her eyes moved to the side, and she noticed that the others didn’t look concerned.

When Aristia realized why she looked confused, she smiled.

’Millie, can you come over here?’ She asked.

After receiving a response from Millie, she turned to Vivian.

"Do you know what I was doing?" She asked.

"No..." Vivian denied. But she wanted to say that Aristia wasn’t doing anything. She was just staring at the wall.

"I was speaking to my father."

"Your father?" Instead of clearing Vivian’s confusion, Aristia’s words only added to it. She felt even more confused now.

"Since you’re one of my people now, then it’s okay for you to know." Aristia said. "I was communicating with my father through our daemons. And yes, you heard right. I have a daemon."

Vivian felt disbelief, then shock. She just stared at Aristia speechlessly, wondering what she had just heard.

Princess Aristia had a daemon?!

"Millie’s here." Penelope said with a smile when her eyes caught the animal coming in through the slightly open door.

Vivian heard this, wondering who was Millie as she turned around too.

But instead of a human, what she saw was an animal.

And an unusual one.

It was a fox with silver grey fur, but its purple eyes stood out.

When it locked eyes with Vivian, she could clearly tell that it was intelligent.

Vivian knew that a mere animal wouldn’t have such intelligent eyes. It was only a daemon.

Her eyes moved from the daemon to Aristia, noticing the similar features they shared.

She turned back to Aristia, her eyes diluting in shock.

It was true. The third princess had a daemon. But how was that possible? Only males were able to manifest one. Her father didn’t even have a daemon, yet here was the princess with a daemon of her own.

And nobody knew. Just how many secrets did princess Aristia have? She couldn’t help but wonder.

After staying a bit longer in the Grand Duke’s mansion, Vivian soon left.

But not even a week later, the whole of the aristocracy heard a piece of interesting news.

The third daughter of Count and Countess Quentin had been chosen to be the third princess’s playmate.

When Count and Countess Quentin heard this, they were ecstatic beyond words.

This was the solution Aristia had come up with.

As a playmate, Vivian Quentin could enter the mansion at will, and no one would be suspicious if she spent most of the time with Aristia.

Her studies would also be held in the mansion, sharing the same tutor with Aristia and attending lessons together.

That way, everything would be a whole lot easier.

Aristia dressed up as she thought about this.

She was putting on commoner clothes with Adeline’s assistance.

She and Owen would be leaving the mansion in disguise as they usually did.

The only difference was that this time, someone else was with them.

Vivian smoothed out the wrinkles in the commoner clothing she was wearing as she followed Aristia to the mansion’s entrance.

The classes she had with Aristia had ended about half an hour ago.

Before she knew it, Aristia’s personal maid— she found out her name was Adeline and not Linny— handed her a dress.

Aristia asked her to change into the dress, saying that they were going out.

Vivian didn’t object, going to change in a guest room.

After she finished changing, she left the room to find Aristia, meeting her coming out of her room.

She followed her to the entrance and was a bit surprised to see Owen dressed similarly in commoner clothes too.

Alaric, Kai, Heidi and Penelope knew that Aristia would be heading out so they stopped what they were doing and came to see her off.

Adeline came to the three who were leaving, holding some bottles in her hands.

Vivian watched as Aristia and Owen took one for themselves, downing its contents.

Her eyes widened when their features changed to brown.

"Aris?!"

However, it wasn’t Vivian who exclaimed.

Vivian’s gaze slowly turned to the two identical looking girls standing with a pencil on top of one of their ears.

The sisters’ eyes were wide open in shock as they stared at Aristia.

"Y-You’re Aris!" They said, then their gazes moved to Owen, suddenly realizing. "And you’re that Owen!"

Owen couldn’t resist rolling his eyes, so he did.

Aristia chuckled. It had totally slipped her minds that the twins weren’t aware of her other identity.

"Yes, I’m Aris."

When she remembered their earlier question at Owen, she raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Wait. You really thought there were two boys of similar age and height named Owen following two girls of similar age and height named Aris and... Aristia?" She asked.

Her question made Heidi and Penelope’s faces turn red. They... hadn’t even thought about it.