Sophia stared blankly at the mirror.
Her reflection was smiling at her, its eyes glimmering with a strange golden light.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, the Sophia in the mirror moved. Her lips opened and closed without making a sound, but Sophia understood what she meant from their movements. She was saying-
"Wake up."
Boom!!
An explosion thundered through her mind. Her reflection's words were like an invisible key that unlocked a tightly sealed door, instantly unleashing countless memories that surged out and drowned everything.
Sophia's body went rigid. Her hands unconsciously gripped the mirror, making it creak.
Images flashed rapidly before her eyes, filling her entire consciousness in an instant!
What is this?
Are these... my memories?
I remember now. I'm not the old emperor's daughter. I am-I am Sophia Ivanova Einhorn.
A member of the Feysac Royal Family from several centuries ago, [Greed] of the Psychological Alchemists' Council, a member of the Twilight Hermit Order, a Sequence 3 Dream Weaver...
Sophia's demeanor changed rapidly. Within mere seconds, she shed her girlish liveliness and innocence, becoming mature and mysterious instead. The spirituality surging around her stirred for only a moment before withdrawing completely, as though nothing had happened.
"...Your Highness?"
The maid attending her asked timidly.
"It's nothing."
[Greed] Sophia returned to her senses and smiled at the maid. Her lips curved elegantly, and her gentle voice offered a soothing allure, yet her eyes resembled molten gold, glinting with a cold, inorganic light.
She had become beautiful and mysterious, as though she were an entirely different person.
No, rather, the instant the fabricated personality was stripped away, her original personality had fully returned.
Whoosh!
An invisible ripple emanated from [Greed] Sophia, spreading throughout the lounge in an instant. A golden gleam immediately appeared in everyone's eyes. Though they continued going about their