What? I Actually Reincarnated As Stepping Stone In Another World?



Capital City, the mansion where Zayn lives

"Why am I feeling this way?" Mira wondered, pacing back and forth in the living room.

Without any apparent reason, Mira found herself overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of unease.

Her anxiety intensified upon Charlotte's arrival, and she could no longer contain it.

However, her conversation with Zayn compelled her to regain her composure.

"It should be fine," Mira reassured herself.

"The young master is incredibly talented and remarkable," she thought.

"He will be alright," she concluded.

Mira kept muttering to calm herself down, convinced that Miss Charlotte couldn't possibly pose any threat or engage in peculiar actions towards her young master.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize someone had tapped her on the shoulder.

"Who?!" Mira exclaimed, immediately turning around with a wary expression.

However, her tense and cautious expression quickly transformed as she realized it was Zayn.

"Young master?" she inquired, her face displaying a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"Weren't you inside, having a conversation with Miss Charlotte?"

Zayn smiled and shrugged his shoulders, speaking lightly, "Of course."

"I just came back from the bathroom, you know?" he chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Mira let out a sigh of relief, but her expression quickly shifted back to worry.

"Young master, I..." She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but hesitated, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

Observing her distress, Zayn smiled and gently stroked her hair.

"I know," Zayn assured, his voice gentle.

"Take it easy; I'm fine, and none of your worries will materialize," he reassured Mira.

"I assure you of that." Zayn continued to calm Mira with soothing words.

"After all, Charlotte is only here to confirm the termination of the engagement between her and me," he explained.

"So, there's no need for you to worry." Zayn persisted in reassuring Mira, encouraging her to remain calm.

Mira, upon hearing this, could only nod slowly.

After all, what her young master said was true, and her concerns were unfounded.

"Alright, wait here for a moment," Zayn instructed.

"I'll go back inside to meet her."

"After this, we'll just be casual friends, and maybe our marriage will commence once Mom and Dad go home, you know?" Zayn whispered softly in Mira's ear, causing her face to blush like an apple.

"Hum, hum~ I understand." Mira nodded, her worries seemingly erased by Zayn's words.

Soon, Zayn turned around and walked back into the living room, disappearing from Mira's sight.

"Married? Hehehe, are we getting married soon?" Mira murmured to herself, humming softly and happily.

Little did she know, this would be her final encounter with her beloved Zayn.

...

One hour later, Mira, patiently waiting for Zayn to emerge, suddenly experienced intense pain in her chest.

"Why is this happening?" She dropped to the floor, attempting to endure the agony in her chest.

"What could be wrong?" Countless questions flooded her mind, leaving her even more perplexed.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted toward the living room door for some unknown reason.

The stabbing sensation in her chest grew stronger as she fixed her eyes on the entrance to the living room.

"Is something happening to the young master?!" She exclaimed in a panic, quickly rising to her feet and rushing towards the living room.

Despite the young master's reassurances not to worry, she couldn't seem to regain control of her body as it propelled her toward the living room.

As soon as she swung open the living room door, she called out to Zayn frantically.

"Young master?"

"Are you okay?"

Right at that moment, she asked, and an unexpected and extraordinary scene unfolded before her eyes.

"Young master?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her face displaying a look of utter disbelief.

Before her eyes, she beheld the lifeless form of Zayn, a knife embedded in his chest.

Beside him stood Charlotte, her face contorted into a horrifying smile as she caressed Zayn's lifeless face, whispering words into his motionless ear.

Just as Mira was about to utter something, she noticed Charlotte cease her murmuring and abruptly shift her gaze toward her.

A deranged and unsettling smile emerged on Charlotte's exquisitely beautiful face, with bloodstains adorning her cheeks.

Combined with her bloodshot eyes, it added an unearthly allure that captivated all who beheld her.

"Young master!" Mira screamed hysterically, her impulse driving her to rush toward Zayn immediately.

However, before she could take a step, Charlotte appeared to say something to her.

"..."

Upon hearing those words, Mira's expression underwent a drastic transformation, and an unusually intense aura of murderous intent emanated from her body.

"I will kill you!" Mira shouted at the top of her lungs, her face twisted with overwhelming madness.

However, before she could act, Charlotte burst into maniacal laughter and drove a dagger into her own heart.

Soon, Charlotte's breath gradually faded, and she died, still clutching Zayn in her embrace.

Witnessing the scene, Mira lost all semblance of sanity and rushed towards Zayn, tearing his lifeless body from Charlotte's grasp.

"No!"

"Young master!" She screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why is it like this?!"

"You can't be dead!" She frantically adjusted Zayn's lifeless body, pleading desperately.

"Is this some cruel joke?"

"You can't be gone, can you?" She repeated it in a hushed voice, her words falling upon Zayn's slightly cooled corpse.

"Hahaha, young master," she said, a hollow laugh escaping her lips.

"You can't play such a cruel joke," she continued, her voice trembling.

"It's not funny at all, you know?" She clung to Zayn's lifeless body, gently caressing his pale face.

Yet the lies she uttered were truths she couldn't bring herself to accept.

However, Zayn's silence immediately forced her to confront this cruel reality.

"Why is it like this?" she choked out, her voice filled with despair.

"Didn't you promise to marry me?" She pleaded, her words filled with anguish.

"Didn't you vow to always be by my side?" Her voice trembled with heartbreak.

"Hey! Answer me!" She cried out, shaking Zayn's lifeless body.

"Young master!" Mira shouted, her voice cracking with grief.

Tears streamed down her cheeks incessantly, and her face contorted with immense pain.

"Didn't you say just an hour ago that we would get married after Master and Lady Carla return?!" Madness consumed her thoughts, and she couldn't contain it any longer.

Yet, like before, Zayn, now lifeless, offered no response.

"Ahhhh!"

"No!"

"This can't be happening!"

"Don't leave me!!!"

"Young master!!!"

She screamed uncontrollably, and in the midst of her prolonged crying, her tears dwindled, leaving behind a solitary droplet of blood that trickled from the corner of her eye.

Her piercing screams sent the entire mansion into a state of panic.

Soon, servants and guards hurried towards the living room, their expressions mirroring utter devastation as if they were witnessing a natural disaster unfold.

"Young master!"

"How can this be?!" they exclaimed in disbelief, rushing toward Zayn's lifeless body.

"Miss Mira!"

"What happened?!" a frantic guard inquired, seeking answers from Mira.

However, Mira paid no heed to their questions, her mind blank and her soul seemingly lost.

"Young master," she kept muttering, refusing to respond to the guard's question.

Witnessing this, the guard swiftly commanded some servants to escort Mira to her room.

The servants promptly moved to assist Mira, but her disoriented state fueled her resistance.

"No!"

"Don't separate me from the young master!"

"The young master is still sleeping!"

"Leave us alone!" She persisted, rebelling and screaming in hysterics.

Observing the scene, several servants exerted gentle force until Mira appeared exhausted and eventually lost consciousness.

"Young master!" She continued to murmur those words before succumbing to unconsciousness.

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Honestly, I'm not very good at creating sad scenes. Hahaha.