Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 103: Fiery

When Eira returned to the mansion, it was already a few minutes past 10 PM. She didn’t bother looking for Jania and instead went straight to her room. She stripped off her dress, took a refreshing shower, and rolled her eyes at the sight of yet another set of Lyle’s oversized pajamas waiting for her. Still, she slipped into them, climbed into bed, and began scrolling through her phone. She expected Jania to eventually show up to ask about the dinner, but the hours passed and her friend never came. Slowly, Eira drifted into sleep, her phone slipping from her hands.

As soon as she was sound asleep, the door creaked open, and Jania stepped inside quietly. Standing at the foot of Eira’s bed, she smiled softly at the sight of her friend.

"She’s asleep," Jania murmured to herself before leaving just as silently as she had entered.

Eira wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not when her consciousness stirred. She found herself staring up at a high, metallic ceiling, unable to move her head. Unlike her previous dreams of Ephyra’s childhood—where she experienced events both as an observer and a participant—this felt different. This memory seemed to belong to her.

Around her, indistinct voices murmured, their tones soft yet unrecognizable. Then, a woman approached and gently lifted her as though she were a fragile doll. She likely was a baby because her tiny hands instinctively reached for the woman’s face. When the soft coos of an infant left her lips, her suspicions were confirmed.

The woman’s features were blurred, but her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting faintly in the dim light as she murmured soothing words.

"Bring my baby to me," a hoarse voice commanded from nearby, drawing the woman’s attention.

She looked up, meeting the speaker’s gaze, though the figure remained indistinct. "Are you fine yet? You need to be stable before coming near this child. You almost killed yourself. What if you—"

"Bring my child to me, Aurora." The voice cut her off, cold and threatening. "I will not say it again."

Aurora flinched but held her ground. "Aerona, do you think I want to keep your baby from you? Of course not, especially after losing the other one. But you need to understand—I’m doing this for you and her." She glanced down at the baby in her arms, her voice softening. "Please, sister, let the drug take effect first. You need to be stable."

The room grew silent except for the faint sounds of breathing. After a tense pause, Aerona grudgingly muttered, "Fine."

Time passed, though Eira couldn’t tell how long. She was preoccupied giggling and playing with Aurora, who doted on her lovingly. Then, Aurora glanced up as a resigned sigh echoed across the room.

"It seems the new drug Harley designed works faster than expected," Aurora observed.

"And efficiently," Aerona added curtly.

Aurora nodded and stood, her movements graceful. "We’ll check for side effects later."

"Will you bring me my child now?" The voice softened but carried a desperate edge. "Please, Aurora. I need to see her."

"Of course, Aerona." Aurora smiled gently before stepping closer. She cradled Eira with care as she approached her sister. "Here she is."

The moment Aerona held Eira, her silver hair, shimmering like strands of moonlight, caught the baby’s attention. Even Eira’s tiny fingers reached out, grasping at the ethereal strands. Aerona’s hands trembled as she held the child, her touch reverent, her expression raw with unspoken emotions.

"She’s... perfect," Aerona whispered, her voice cracking as she gazed down at the baby. Tears glimmered in her eyes as Eira cooed, her small fingers brushing against her mother’s cheek.

Aurora watched the tender scene with a bittersweet smile. "She’s strong, just like her mother. Have you thought of a name for her?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Silence filled the room as Aerona’s lips parted. "Ephyra," she said softly. "I’ll name her Ephyra."

"Ephyra?" Aurora echoed, tilting her head. "What does it mean?"

"It means fiery—a fiery soul," Aerona murmured, her voice growing distant.

Aurora smiled faintly. "Then she’ll be just like you."

"No," Aerona corrected, her gaze unwavering. "Just like us, sister."

Eira felt the world around her grow dark as her vision faded, leaving her suspended in a void.

Seconds passed, then minutes, before the blackness around her shifted into the familiar expanse of the space she had seen before her soul merged into Ephyra’s body.

When Eira opened her eyes, she found herself as she once was—her true self. A soft chime echoed before a mechanical voice spoke.

[Name: Ephyra Althea Vale.]

[Gender: Female.]

[Age: 18 years (as of today).]

[Nationality: America.]

[Mother: Aerona Vale. Status: Alive and healthy.]

[Father: Deceased (16 years ago).]

[Other Family Members: Aunt—Aurora Vale. Status: Alive and healthy.]

[AI: Sole Assistant programmed to be renamed Donna by The Administrator on Miss Ephyra coming-of-age.]

Before Eira could process the revelations, the space disintegrated, plunging her back into consciousness.

"Happy Birthday!" The sudden chorus startled Eira awake. Her heart raced as she glanced around, disoriented. In her room stood Jania, Lyle, Liam, Han, the butler, and even Miles and Reed.

This time, Ephyra was surprised.

Jania approached first, holding a neatly wrapped gift box. She smiled warmly. "Happy Birthday, Ephyra. Wishing you all the happiness in the world."

Eira—no, Ephyra—glanced at the clock. 12:08 AM. It was officially her birthday.

Before she could respond, she felt Jania place something on her head, and when she touched it, she realized it was a birthday cone.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice betraying her inner turmoil. Before she could say more, Jania hugged her tightly, holding on for a brief moment before stepping back with a bright smile.

Next, Lyle stepped forward, holding a large gift box that nearly reached his waist.

Ephyra—no, Eira—couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips, even as her mind swirled in chaos.

"Happy Birthday," Lyle said simply, shifting the box to rest beside her bed.

Eira glanced at the gift, her heart fluttering unexpectedly, before turning to face him. "Thank you."