EndGame: The Successor's Legacy-Chapter 33: Getting a cheat? -End

As the serene reddish orange rays of the brilliant morning sun hit her face, Anaerah’s eyelids twitched.

Slowly, they opened, revealing two dark azure orbs that seemed to carry a quiet charm within them, so mystique that one may drown in them.

"Ahh... I wanna sleep more," she muttered weakly, her voice heavy with deep sleep.

Still, she somehow forced herself to sit up. Though, her head drooped almost immediately, eyes slipping shut again as drowsiness pulled her back.

She swayed slightly, almost on the edge of going back to sleep however just then, as if the heaven’s itself has demanded it. The large gate’s of her room burst opened.

Creak.

The door to her chambers opened. Instantly Anaerah’s head snapped up, looking at who had come into her room. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

She watched as Cynthia entered, followed by a few maids carrying whatever in their hands.

’Ahhh... I hate noble life...’ she groaned internally.

Cynthia stepped forward, her smile being as bright and energetic as the morning sun itself.

"Good morning, my lady," she said cheerfully. "It seems you woke up on your own today."

Anaerah blinked once.

Then twice, then she sighed...she was now already used to Cynthia’s unusual enthusiasm whenever she follows her duties as nobles.

"Good morning however...Is that supposed to be rare?" she asked, rubbing her eyes slightly.

Cynthia let out a small laugh. "If I am honest then, yes my lady...usually, I have to wake you up at least three times, before you even came to your senses correctly."

"Tch..." Anaerah leaned back slightly, stretching her arms. "Too much dose of truth, this early in the morning."

The maids quietly and swiftly moved around the room, as they opened the curtains wider...letting even more sunlight flood into the room.

The warmth of sunlight, making Anaerah want to crawl right back under the blankets.

But of course, she didn’t.

Instead of crawling back into her bed, Anaerah stood up and moved towards the bathroom. The maids following behind her in practiced silence, already knowing their roles without needing to be told.

As the door opened. Light flooded her vision. Making her squint for a brief moment.

The bathroom greeted her with overwhelming extravagance.

Marble walls carved with delicate golden veins reflected the morning light. A wide bath made from polished white stone rested at the center, steam faintly rising from enchanted water that was always kept at the perfect temperature.

Crystal lamps hung from the ceiling, scattering soft light like stars trapped indoors. It was something she saw every day now.

Yet she never truly got used to it.

Before all this, when she had lived as an immensely popular celebrity, she had obviously stayed in countless luxury suites penthouse rooms, royal-themed hotels, private villas reserved only for the elite.

Yet still.

None of them came even close.

Those places tried to look luxurious, while this room was luxury.

Everything here existed not to impress, but because excess was something truly normal.

Anaerah let out a quiet breath as she stepped inside, the cold marble chilling her bare feet.

"...Seriously," she muttered under her breath. "This is unfair."

The maids prepared the bath with smooth, practiced efficiency, their movements quiet and precise.

Water rippled gently as fragrant steam rose, filling the air with a calming warmth.

Anaerah, meanwhile, stared at her reflection in the tall mirror.

Her hair was a complete mess.

Strands stuck out in every direction, some clinging to her cheeks, while others falling lazily over her shoulders. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

’No, I am not a bear when it comes to sleeping.

And what the heck is with nobles having maids in their bathrooms anyway...’

The words echoed loudly in her mind. However before she could get the retort. The maid came behind her and spoke up.

"My lady, the bath is ready."

Anaerah turned to her slightly, then straightened her posture.

"...Right," she said, turning away from the mirror.

"Thank you."

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After the bath, Anaerah changed into a light morning dress—simple by noble standards, yet elegant in every stitch.

The fatigue clinging to her body eased a little, after being washed away by warm water and silence.

Breakfast was already waiting.

She sat at the small dining table near the window, sunlight spilling across polished wood.

Normally she would have eaten the breakfast with her new family however... they were all out on some of their business.

The maids placed each dish carefully warm bread, fruits cut with precise symmetry, lightly seasoned meat, and a cup of herbal tea whose aroma alone was enough to calm her nerves.

She didn’t know why? But she felt usually troubled today.

Anaerah ate slowly.

Cynthia stood nearby, reading from a small schedule tablet, then paused.

"My lady," she said after a moment, "your duties for today have been postponed. The Duke had instructed that you take a break."

Anaerah froze mid-bite.

"Oh...Really?"

Cynthia smiled. "Yes. He said you’ve been through enough recently."

Anaerah swallowed, then leaned back slightly in her chair.

"...Hm, maybe GoldShade care about each more than i thought." she muttered.

After breakfast, instead of heading to meeting halls or practice chambers for physical training, she walked through the corridors freely, her steps unhurried.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a familiar door.

The library.

Pushing it open, the scent of old paper and mana-infused ink greeted her.

Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the distance, filled with tomes that held centuries of accumulated knowledge.

Anaerah’s eyes lit up.

"This is more like it."

She wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing over spines as she read titles—elemental theory, mana circulation, ancient spell formations, affinity mutations.

After a moment of thought, she picked a few books and settled into a cushioned chair near the window.

Hours passed quietly.

Knowledge was power.

Something that no intelligent being would deny.

However as she read the slight uncomfort in her chest grew as it turned into a mild pain. Having an inkling of what was the cause she turned her head towards the sky.

’Are you alright?’