#2 – I’m an extra, but the Gods are obsessed with me.

That was why he could call Tiamia to the basement and pretend to check her condition.

And Cain was known to directly serve Tiamia, who is at risk of the contagious disease.

They feared the servants would find out that Tiamia was being brainwashed.

‘Well, the original Tiamia really believed that she and Ansharie might have contracted the rare disease.’

But the current Tiamia, me, is fully aware of the Marquis’ scheme.

Even to the point that his so-called rare disease was nothing but a lie to deceive the public.

‘After absorbing Tiamia’s soul with black magic, he could avoid suspicion around him if he attributed her sudden death to the disease.’

I was so annoyed at how unrealistic his lie was.

Anyway, as I was organizing my thoughts about the room, I suddenly came up with a new hypothesis.

It was that the mental magic might not be able to brainwash multiple people at the same time.

Ansharie, who was supposed to be the successor, was locked up six days a week to become a perfect puppet. On the other hand, they decided that Tiamia, who was to be sacrificed anyway, didn’t need as much effort, so she spent only one day in the sanatorium.

It wasn’t explicitly mentioned in the original work, and there was no information related to Ansharie in Tiamia’s memory, but it was a sufficiently probable speculation, considering that Ansharie and I were never locked up together.

But the biggest problem was this.

Ansharie and I take alternate times to enter the sanatorium, so there was no time frame for us to meet.

‘I want to meet Ansharie and check on his condition.’

As the story itself revolves around Ishtar, the female protagonist, a lot was omitted about Ansharie’s dark past.

For example, the relationship between Tiamia and Ansharie.

The two are obviously biological siblings, but there is not a single line in the novel about how their relationship was, and there is no scene in which Ansharie misses or recalls his deceased older sister.

Of course, it could be because of the brainwashing, but they were blood-related, if they don’t see each other for such a long time, of course there would be concerns for one another.

I’m afraid that Ansharie, who was brainwashed, would refuse to escape with me.

‘In Tiamia’s memories, they seemed to get along well…’

Of course there was no guarantee that his mind would be the same now.

Besides, I’m not the true Tiamia.

No one would know that this body’s soul changed unless they were a God, but still.

‘For now, let’s just focus on planning our escape.’

‘The fact that Tiamia is still alive means that Ishtar has not shown her prowess in chantless magic, and Ansharie has not been completely brainwashed yet.’

‘I need to contact Ishtar.’

‘Operation initiate contact with Ishtar, full speed ahead!’

In fact, she was the savior I had in mind ever since I realised I became Tiamia and was trapped in this family.

In the original novel, she held a lot of sympathy for people in need and won’t turn away from those who ask for help.

Moreover, I had a trump card to win her over.

Ishtar’s staff!

I headed towards the dresser with light steps.

Inside a jewelry box on one end of the dresser, contained shabby trinkets that looked like they belonged to a high ranking noble, but I paid them no mind and took out the largest brooch.

A crude brooch wrapped in platinum adorned with silvery white beads.

It was similar to what was described in the novel.

‘If I didn’t see it in Tiamia’s memories, I would’ve had a hard time finding it.’

The original novel stated that the brooch was found in Marquis Serentia’s estate, but it wasn’t stated how it got here.

However, it turned out that Tiamia had received it as a birthday present from the Marquis.

To be precise, it’s just a piece of useless garbage.

‘Even the Marquis wouldn’t have expected this relic to be her staff, who was called the great archmage in ancient times.’

This marble was excavated at an ancient ruin, and it turned out to be a magic tool, so the Marquis paid a large sum to purchase it.

Because the relics of the ancient times, when the magical civilization developed, were of great magical value.

Although the magic system of the ancient times and the current magic system are completely different, the fact that mana is the driving force of magic has not changed.

Because of this, the way to use a magical tool is still the same – it works automatically when you inject mana into it.

However, no matter how much magic was injected into this marble, it only emitted a faint light, and no other effect appeared.

This was because Ishtar had set it to respond only to her own magic when she made the staff.

So the current magicians are researching it, but it seemed unlikely that there would be any results.

Looking at how the brooch reacted to magic, it was certainly a magical tool, but the research was sluggish.

In the end, when it didn’t seem usable, they stopped.

‘The Marquis will never know.’

…of the value of this relic passed over like garbage.

I smiled happily and picked up the brooch and went to the window.

In the novel, it is said that Ishtar’s staff glows in five colors when immersed in the light of the moon, and geometric patterns appear in the transparent crystal.

When I first discovered it, I took it straight to underneath the moonlight to make sure it really is Ishtar’s staff.

The brooch shone brilliantly under the moonlight as it is now.

It is a beautiful scene no matter how many times I have witnessed it.

‘If I have this, forming an agreement with Ishtar will succeed 100%.’

In the original novel, it was quite difficult when she found out that the Marquis had her staff.

He spent a large sum on garbage, but an enemy wants it?

Even if it is useless in his hands, it is human psychology to never give it to the enemy.

So it had to be exchanged for an heirloom from the Duke.

Well, the Duke didn’t even think about what his daughter wanted so much that it is more important than an heirloom.

Anyway,

As long as I have the staff, Ishtar will surely grant my request.

All that was left is to figure out how to contact her.

‘The other details of the plan was roughly drawn up, but meeting with Ishtar is the biggest obstacle.’

Due to the nature of the Babylonia Empire, where nobles interact with each other since childhood in order to build personal connections, it is impossible to keep both children in the mansion.

So the Marquis usually brings Tiamia to external events.

At first, I thought that the opportunity would come during those events.

However, since Ishtar has not yet been introduced to society, it wasn’t possible to meet her.

‘I really want to send a letter to the Duke of Akelaide.’

As my smallest actions were monitored, it was impossible to meet them.

Even writing my plan in Korean in the diary like this could only be done after checking several times to see if Cain or the servants were looking through the diary.

‘I’ll have to think more about this part.’

– – – – –

After having breakfast alone in a spacious and luxurious dining room, Cain approached me and suggested a different schedule than usual.

“Lady Tiamia, today is the day you visit the infirmary.”

“Okay.”

Brainwashed by magic, Tiamia would have to always obey the Marquis’ and Cain’s orders.

So, again, I answered without hesitation.

“It is that time of the week.”

I checked with Tiamia’s memories that I wasn’t acting strangely.

“Would you like to take your familiar with you?”

I didn’t expect that Cain would bring up the suggestion.

I don’t know what he’s hiding, but I was worried about leaving the raccoon alone in the room, so I quickly accepted the offer.

“I do.”

I stopped by my room for a while to pick up the raccoon.

“Kking!”

Once I entered the room, the raccoon greeted me with an excited cry, probably because I came back late.

As I watched the raccoon rub its face against the hem of my skirt, I almost laughed because I forgot that I was in front of Cain.

‘It’s too cute, it’s hard to control my expression.’

I pushed down the corners of my lips that were about to go up and hugged the raccoon.

Then I followed Cain.

Being careful not to raise the corner of my lips.

“Please wait.”

When we reached the dark basement, the lights came on with a clicking sound.

There were magical-lit lights placed at regular intervals.

‘It’s not as dark as I thought when the light were turned on.’

I looked around curiously.

Surprisingly, it was similar to a normal corridor.

The carpet on the floor was clean with no dust and the wallpaper was well-maintained, but the ventilation was not so good.

The only difference was that there was not a single door in the long hallway and the colorful ornaments were placed only to show them off.

Cain stopped when he wondered, ‘Didn’t we walk quite a bit?’

“You can go in.”

I was a little startled in front of the closed door.

This is because the door was uniquely made of iron.

It looked as thick and sturdy as the door of a giant vault in a bank, and seemed unlikely to break.

‘From my memory, I knew it was different from a normal door, but to think it was made of such strong iron.’

While immersed in the thought, Cain opened the heavy iron door.

The door slowly opened with the sound of an iron being pulled.

I swallowed my saliva and was nervous.

“Kkii.”

In an instant, a small cry was heard.

It was then that I remembered the existence of the raccoon that had been quietly embraced in my arms.

‘It’s okay. Because I’m not alone.’

I slowly entered the room, feeling its warmth in my arms.

The room was dark, unlike the hallway with the magical lights on.

“Young master Ansharie, please come out.”

As I looked around the room, Cain, who was standing next to me, said.

Then, Ansharie, moving slowly in the dark, caught my eye.

The child approaching slowly looked exactly like the one I had seen in my dream.