Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 97: An Ass

The next day, Eira was at the shooting range, practicing her aim. The crisp morning air filled her lungs as she steadied the rifle, the weight of it familiar yet foreign in her hands. Each pull of the trigger echoed in the spacious hall. She took a deep breath, focusing on the distant target set against the far wall. Her fingers tightened around the grip, muscles tensing as she aligned the sights.

It felt like ages since she had held a gun, let alone aimed at something.

The click of the safety being disengaged was almost a whisper, but in the quiet of the range, it sounded loud. Eira exhaled slowly, letting the tension melt away as she squeezed the trigger. The shot rang true, the bullet striking the center of the target with satisfying precision.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She leaned back, lowering the rifle and taking a moment to appreciate her progress.

"Perfect score," a voice called out from behind her.

Eira turned to see Jania approaching, her presence as commanding as ever. She held a bottle of water in one hand, offering her a reassuring nod. "You seem to be good at a lot of things."

She accepted the bottle, opened it, and took a sip. "Thanks, Jania," she replied as she capped the bottle and set it aside. "I’m just very talented."

Just as Jania opened her mouth to say something, Eira’s phone started ringing. She furrowed her brows, placed the gun on the table, turned around, and stretched her hand to pick up her phone.

Eira glanced at her phone as it continued to buzz insistently in her hand. Seeing Cyran’s name on the caller ID, she smiled softly before answering, her voice calm.

"Cyran," she greeted, leaning against the table.

"Ephyra," Cyran replied, relief evident in his tone. "Hey, how are you doing? I hope I’m not interrupting anything important."

"I’m fine," she said, brushing her hair back. "Just practicing at the shooting range. What about you? Everything okay on your end?"

"I’m doing alright," Cyran replied, though there was a slight hesitation in his voice. "I’ve just been trying to get back to normal after... you know, everything that happened."

Eira nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. "That’s understandable. How’s your mom holding up? I imagine she didn’t take the news of the attack very well."

Cyran let out a rueful laugh. "That’s putting it mildly. She hovered over me for three days straight, checking for injuries I didn’t have and insisting I needed a new security detail. I told her it wasn’t necessary, but... well, you know how mothers can be."

Eira chuckled softly, her voice tinged with amusement. "I can imagine. She sounds very protective."

"She is," Cyran admitted, his tone softening. "And honestly, I can’t blame her. But she went so far as to personally hire the new security team without telling me. I think she’s still shaken up."

"And your dad?" Eira asked casually, though her voice carried a note of curiosity.

There was a brief pause on the line before Cyran answered in a quieter tone. "He called me. Just once. Told me to take care of myself and not to worry the family."

Eira’s lips tightened as she muttered under her breath, "Your dad’s an ass."

Cyran let out a startled laugh, though it was laced with genuine amusement. "I’m not going to argue with you on that. But let’s just say he has his... priorities."

Eira didn’t respond right away, her silence speaking volumes. After a moment, Cyran cleared his throat, changing the subject.

"Anyway, the reason I called is that my mom asked me to invite all of my friends over for lunch tomorrow," he explained. "I’d really like it if you could come too. It’ll just be a casual thing—nothing fancy, I promise."

Eira hesitated briefly, but realizing she didn’t have any pressing plans, she nodded to herself. "Alright. I’ll be there by noon."

Cyran’s voice brightened immediately. "Really? That’s great! Oh, and just so you know, I’ve already told Malia and Orla, and they’re coming too. It wouldn’t have been the same without you, Ephyra."

She smirked slightly, her tone dry. "Don’t get too excited. I’m only coming for the free food."

He laughed warmly. "Whatever the reason, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Ephyra."

"See you soon," she replied before ending the call.

As she set her phone back on the table, Eira glanced at Jania, who had been quietly observing her with a curious expression.

"Lunch plans?" Jania asked casually.

Eira shrugged, picking up her rifle again. "Just something I couldn’t turn down."

Jania smirked faintly. "Well, don’t forget to tell me how it goes. You’ve been making quite an impression on your new friends."

Eira raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, focusing instead on lining up her next shot.

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A few hours later, Eira stood in front of a modern luxury mansion characterized by clean lines, expansive windows, and a combination of stone and glass elements. The house had a multi-level design, with each floor showcasing large, floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to flood the interiors.

Eira admired the modern design of the mansion, momentarily lost in its architectural beauty. The expansive windows, sleek stone accents, and surrounding lush greenery created a perfect blend of sophistication and warmth. She was so absorbed in the sight that she didn’t realize she had already knocked until the door creaked open.

Blinking, she stepped back slightly, her gaze shifting to the doorway. Standing there was a strikingly elegant woman in her mid-forties, her dark, silky hair cascading over her shoulders. Her warm smile deepened as she took in Eira’s appearance.

"You must be Ephyra," the woman said in a melodic voice, her black eyes twinkling with genuine curiosity and kindness.

Eira returned the smile, her expression softening as she inclined her head politely. "Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Carver."

The woman’s smile widened, her gaze sweeping over Eira’s attire with approval. Eira was dressed in a white cropped blouse with puffed long sleeves and a ruffled neckline, paired with a high-waisted, flowy skirt adorned with delicate floral patterns on a light green base. A thigh-high slit added a touch of boldness to the otherwise modest outfit, and she had completed the look with white chunky sneakers.

"You’re even lovelier than Cyran described," Mrs. Carver said warmly, stepping aside to invite her in.

Eira chuckled softly, stepping through the threshold. "That’s kind of him, though I’m sure he exaggerated."

Mrs. Carver shook her head with a laugh. "Not at all. Come in, dear. Everyone is in the sitting room. Malia has been talking about your arrival all morning."