《The Transmigrated Me is A Lowly Commoner [BL]》2.8
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Towa arrived just in time for the last guest to appear and guess what he did?
He squealed.
He fucking squealed.
Like what ? He knows he's crossdressing but HOW ? Why is he squealing like some fangirl ???
He's questioning his sanity.
Towa's blue eyes are glued to the man that Zack called uncle. Oh he noticed Zack's inner turmoil, but because he's an unknown guest he should shut up.
Beside him is one Lily stuffing her face in muffins. Towa could only sigh when she asked the maids for a slice of cake.
Wait, can you do that though ?
Right now, Towa is wearing a wig matching his hair color, it's just longer with curly ends. He tied it in twintails. His dress is a dark blue turtle neck styled one, of course to hide the bump on his neck, and he's wearing knee-high boots courtesy of Lily.
"Lily..."
Towa tugged Lily's red sleeve, trying to get her attention. "I'm going to that food corner there..." He murmured. Lily turned around and smiled.
"Okay, sure. Let's go! Becareful though, there are a lot of people" she said.
Lily grabbed Towa's hand and began guiding him through the crowd. "Umm...what should i call you when you are wearing...a dress??" Lily asked Towa in a quiet tone.
"Call me Violet" Towa replied fastly. "Why Violet?" Lily asked again while navigating her way through the crowd professionally. "Hm?" Towa—Violet raised an eyebrow.
"What's the matter, Lily?" Then suddenly Towa's voice is pitched higher than his usual voice.
This made Lily stumble from the shock before recovering quite fast. They arrived in front of the food corner and Towa began to search for his food.
Towa grabbed a barbecue clip and a plate. He placed some mashed potatoes, a small amount of steak amd vegetables.
Once He's finished, he moved to grab a pickle. Only to be interrupted by another barbecue clip.
Strangely, there's only one pickle.
"It seems like everybody loves pickle for their steaks huh?"
Violet turned to the voice beside him and gaped. He quickly recovered from that state and frowned. "I do. It seems like you do too" he said, battling the other barbecue clip from reaching that pickle.
"Well, well~ you can go without one pickle tonight, yes ? It's a pickle after all" the man claimed to be Zack's Uncle smiled.
"Did you just insult this pickle ? I'll have you know, pickle goes well with everything" Towa shot back with a glare.
"Did you just indirectly say that pickle goes well with ice cream ?" the man —
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Steruza Harley— asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I did" Towa replied.
"Oh, it's on"
"No it's not. Why are you insisting—anyways, why are we fighting over a pickle?" Towa raised an eyebrow. He gave up the fight.
"I actually wanted to piss you off by taking that last pickle. Not that i actually wanted it" Harley crossed his arms while smirking mischievously.
"Oh. That was fun" commented Violet.
"Yes, now this pickle goes to the lady over here—"
"I actually don't want it, now that i think about it" Towa stepped away from Harley, disgust filled his face.
"....the fuck? Make up your mind, little girl. I'm being here" Harley scrunched up his nose placing the pickle on the silver tray beside him.
"Every man should be a proper gentleman in this party, now give me that pickle" Towa's barbecue clip reached out for the pickle on the silver tray.
But Harley's barbecue clip halted Towa's mid air.
"What ? Didn't you just say you don't want it ?" Harley raised an eyebrow, his smile turned mocking.
"....fuck you"
Harley fake gaped, he clutched his heart tightly but the mocking smile stayed on his face after he finished gaping.
"A feisty lady with a colorful mouth. I like it" Harley winked.
"And i don't. Plus my mouth is not colorful, i used red lipstick tonight thank you" Towa bowed.
"This has been fun but i must go back to where my friend is, lest he'll have a fit" Harley also bowed. He took Towa's hand and kissed it.
He dropped Towa's hand gently and turned around. He walked away in grace while waving to Towa.
Towa's hand felt all tingly after he kissed his right hand. Although he tried to gaze into that captivating golden eyes of his, he found it hard to keep his gaze there. As if something is blocking his eyes so no one could ever read his mind or movement. Or hell, even his real thoughts and emotions.
Did he have fun just by having that light banter ?
Towa gripped the hem of his skirt tightly, his left hand still holding the plate.
Lily who has been staring from afar walked to Towa with a worried gaze. She held his hand and calmly said, "let's go to your room, okay ?"
Towa nodded quietly and followed Lily behind. Lily took the liberty of carrying Towa's plate while his other hand held Towa's own.
Then Towa remembered the feeling of someone very familiar, clasping their hand together as he helped him up.
Ah shit. By the end of this party, Towa is going to be confused by his gender because as a girl, he looked very authentic.
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Towa arrived just in time before Dr. Carl's check up. As he promised, the doctor sent a maid for him to deliver his food.
Wiping the make up is hard because he only has 5 minutes before Dr. Carl entered his room.
Finishing the check up around 20 minutes later, Dr Carl seemed satisfied.
"Your condition is better now. I must thank Nora for sending the recipe of the medicine to our Lily" Dr. Carl nodded thoughtfully.
"Ah, by the way. Where's Lily?" Dr. Carl asked. He took a look around for the black haired girl.
Towa quickly responded his question smoothly, "She's in the ladies room" He added a smile at the end.
"Of course" Dr. Carl nodded at Towa once again before bidding his patient goodbye.
Towa sighed in relief. He clicked his fingers and Lily came out of the closet, looking around warily.
"We don't need Uncle sniffing around our business!" She grumbled before moving to sit on the chair beside Towa.
"Well he has the right to be worried over me. After all, i'm his patient. With a terminal illness at that" Towa shrugged.
Lily's face fell before covering her mouth. "Ah... You're right...sorry" she hung her head low in shame. Towa chuckled and ruffled her once again neat hair, making it messy just like before.
"Wha—nooo" Lily whine while Towa laughed heartily. He smiled and shook his head.
Even though it hasn't been a year since he arrived, Lily really reminds him of the Lily in the last world. He's focusing on the FL in that world and didn't get to interact much with that Lily, but now that he's leisurely searching for his System Happy, he'll bond with this Lily and give him all of his love.
Now speaking of System Happy, he suspected that Zack is System Happy from the start when he met the man. But now ?
Maybe it's like Leophylis's case, Zack held a fragment of System Happy's memories.
The change in Zack's hair is also odd.
A
nd those familiar eyes of System Happy...
It's complicated.
Lily saw Towa's change of expression and immediately panicks. "Ah, i'm so sorry for forcing you to crossdress! Please don't be sad !"
Towa turned to Lily and waved his hand. "That's okay. Crossdressing is fun" he laughed.
As he gazed the girl in front of him sigh in relief Towa wondered, why is the world so cruel to her ....?
After reviewing snippets of what happened to Lily, he made the decision to protect her. Shield her.
She may act tough at first glance, but this girl can't handle the underworld's true darkness.
For the Ouroboros to kidnap her and sacrifice her to an unknown god because she's a virgin....
Towa clenched his fist while stile maintaining his smile.
"Come now, it's late, you should sleep. Nurse Layla will scold me if you're not in your room by now"
Lily sighed. "Okay ! Take care, Towa ! Your medicine is on the bedside table like usual"
She waved at him while grinning before leaving the room happily. Towa shook his head exasperatedly once again, he dove inside of his blanket to warm himself and slept peacefully.
But unfortunately, his sleep is interrupted by a loud boom.
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Harley stood outside of the mansion, leaning on his white Ferrari casually. He took out his brand new uPhone 9 and called one of his subordinate.
He kept glancing at his Gutchel wristwatch, the clock strikes 12.
Harley grinned deviously when someone picked the call up. Obviously it's Lucas from the rough tone the man used on him.
"Boss, everything is ready"
Harley's grin grew into a predatory one. "Don't forget to get out and end the night with a bang—oh wait"
When the other is ready to press a certain suspicious looking red button, he stopped.
"Yes?"
"I gave you a list of people i want you to....rescue ? Kidnap? Well whatever works, including that terminal...illness patient. He'll be a great sacrifice to our God" Harley added in a cheerful tone.
"Yes, they are drugged and won't wake up for the next day" Lucas confirmed.
"Fine then. Blow em' out, Lucas !"
And just with that, a loud boom is heard and the mansion is on fire.
No, the mansion is already in smithereens but before that, a fire engulfed it.
Harley then remembered something but shrugged after thinking it.
"You brought this to yourself, Leviathan..." He murmured.
Harley entered his Ferrari and drove away in high speed before someone could catch him.
He ignored the pain in his heart and head, as if a part of him died alongside that explosion.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly and maybe, just maybe, it's a mistake to blow that mansion up.
But his plan must go on.
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BOOM ! I hope yall liked this chapter, there may not be hints of any traitor in this but you can keep guessing. It's not far away until the traitor is revealed !
But first, Is Zack dead or not ?
Fufufu you can answer that question one time only !
Thank u for reading ⸜( •⌄• )⸝⁺✧
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