She is her…
The girl who raped the owner of this body. Things are becoming disturbingly intriguing…
Thank you, System.
> [ Current target: Lori Kamalor ]
The system saved me the effort of asking her name or revealing her identity. Now… I know exactly how to deal with her.
Lori Kamalor—the woman responsible for the death of Raiden Lorbek, whose body Hyung Ryo now inhabits. This meeting feels destined. Unexpectedly, Hyung Ryo feels a calm satisfaction inside at confronting the culprit moments after waking.
"Good morning, Laura. I'm sorry… it seems I overslept," he said in Raiden's voice, feigning cluelessness.
Look at her face… she appears exhausted, as if she didn't sleep all night.
That seductress… I'll deal with her appropriately and legally. I still feel nauseated after what I did in Karbile's body.
> [ Would you like to display the status window for "Lori Kamalor"? ]
Status window?
Hell yeah!—show it now! That's exactly what I was hoping for.
> [ Status window: Lori Kamalor ]
> [ Age: 27 ] [ Height: 169 cm ]
> [ Magic Use: None ]
> [ Occupation: Maid at the Lorbek residence ]
> [ Mental State: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder ]
Intriguing… and fascinating.
And ...PTSD? That ties into my past… I studied psychology at Seoul University. Irony at its finest.
"Um… shouldn't we start with today's tasks?" he prompted as Raiden.
Laura stammered briefly, then replied: "Yes, you're right! Let's go—we have a lot to do today."
Without another word, Hyung Ryo followed, maintaining a neutral countenance. Raiden's memories guided his behavior perfectly, avoiding any suspicious reaction.
Once they left the room, Hyung Ryo admired the mansion's refinement. It was reminiscent of Karbile's quarters—matching architecture, but with an even more delightful fragrance. The floor was covered by a green rug trimmed in red, harmonizing beautifully with the stone walls.
This is only the surface of Lorbek's splendor… the real spectacle lies below.
He followed Laura down a curved staircase. Her posture was disciplined—hands clasped neatly in front of her. The corridor was silent except for the rhythmic echo of her heels against stone—a hauntingly elegant melody.
Descending to the second floor, Hyung Ryo admired the lavish décor: velvet drapes, intricate symbols and patterns, and hand-painted motifs—a noble residence if ever there was one.
A place fit for a noble family… Shame Raiden has no standing here.
He envisioned the ground floor: a grand double staircase converging into a majestic hall with a doorway leading outside.
His instincts proved accurate. Laura took the stairs downward and then to the right—Wy led to the kitchen. There, he glimpsed another woman.
She had long red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, a slender frame, and beauty rivaling models—at least in Hyung Ryo's eyes. He didn't stare; she passed quietly from the kitchen.
That must be Jesse Lorbek, the eldest sibling and main heir of the family…
If Raiden's memories are accurate, she neither despises him nor cares deeply. She's simply indifferent—focused on her own goals.
But memory alone isn't enough to judge—people change. We don't truly know others.
Hyung Ryo refocused and entered the kitchen with Laura. Inside were the other maids—none rivaled Laura's beauty, but one stood out: a petite blonde no taller than 150 cm, with childlike innocence, meticulously cleaning the floor.
An older maid scolded them both: "If you were late another minute, you'd both be sent back."
Another sniped: "You're pathetic, boy—worsening by the day."
If Laura weren't a murderer to be dealt with legally, I'd call you an insect next to her. But no… I have principles.
The older maid replied sharply: "At least he works quietly. You work little and complain more."
The sniping maid fell silent instantly.
Full respect to you, seasoned maid—this is how you silence the loud-mouthed.
But that doesn't mean I trust you. You give off a suspicious aura. Still, that doesn't matter now…
I must assess this body's position… then the next step.