Awakening to a Peculiar Habit

My name is Coolie, Princess of Darkness, Guardian of the Dungeon.

To be precise, Coolie is the name of this body I currently inhabit. And at this very moment, I am lost within the sudden surge of her memories.

The fragments of memory, though mostly shattered and chaotic, contained a scant few that were remarkably clear. Among them, besides scenes of slaughter, combat, and struggle, there were also some spells that might prove useful to me.

This body inherently belonged to Princess Coolie. Once these spells were recalled, they were unlikely to be forgotten, and I sensed that I could already employ them.

Yet, why had I become Coolie? Where had her original consciousness gone, and what had become of my own body?

The moment I touched upon that dark expanse of memory, my head began to throb once more. The pain was so intense that attempting to recall anything further was utterly impossible…

‘Mm…’

Involuntarily, I let out a soft moan that filled me with shame, and my consciousness slowly returned.

‘Hm?’

I felt something in my mouth, something that was deliberately being pushed further inside. It seemed incredibly soft.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and uncomfortably turned my head away. Yet, that object continued to press against my lips. As my vision cleared, what came into view was a—nipple… Oh no! It was a pacifier!

‘Huh!???’

I immediately sprang from the bed, scrambling into a corner of the large mattress, a stream of white liquid trailing from the corner of my mouth.

Sitting by the bedside, facing me, was the mature and voluptuous Beth Daisy. A blush spread across her brown face, which would have been fine, but the object in her hand made me want to bash my head against a wall in sheer embarrassment!

It was a baby bottle, complete with a pacifier! Clearly, it bore the marks of having been sucked.

With the back of my hand, I wiped away the white liquid from my lips, my face flushed as I glared at Beth Daisy. ‘You, you, what are you trying to do?!’

Beth Daisy seemed unfazed, responding with her usual gentle tone, ‘Your Royal Highness, did you have another nightmare? Because it was time for your feeding, and you hadn’t woken up, so I did as I always do…’

‘Stop! What ‘always’? How long ago was ‘always’?’

‘Hehe, Princess, it’s just the two of us here, no need to hide it. Every day, you can’t sleep without your milk, and it must be fed to you with a bottle while you’re in my arms.’ As she spoke, Beth Daisy’s own face reddened, yet it was filled with maternal tenderness.

‘Hold on! Hold on!’ Though my body was somewhat petite, I was still a girl of fifteen or sixteen. My chest might not be large, but my development was healthy and age-appropriate! To be fed with a pacifier daily—if news of this got out, wouldn’t my reputation as the Princess of Darkness be utterly ruined? The demons would likely overthrow me, citing my unworthiness as a princess! Coolie! Just how many more perverse habits do you have that I don’t know about?

Seeing my mortified expression, Beth Daisy showed no surprise. Instead, she moved closer, pulling me into her embrace, pressing me against her warm, soft, and profound bosom.

‘There’s no need to be shy, Your Royal Highness. You grew up without a mother. As an infant, you would hold your pacifier, laughing and calling for Mama every day.’ Beth Daisy held me, gently patting my back.

‘…’ I leaned against Beth Daisy’s chest, momentarily speechless.

So, this bloodthirsty and tyrannical Princess Coolie also had such a sorrowful childhood. How deeply must she have longed for her mother to still be drinking milk from a bottle at nearly sixteen years old…

Coolie, though I don’t know where your consciousness has gone, despite our vastly different statuses, we share a similar childhood. Perhaps I should treat this body with more kindness.

At that moment, I felt Beth Daisy fumbling with her buttons. She unbuttoned her maid uniform’s shirt, lowered one strap, exposing a bare shoulder, and said to me, ‘Your Royal Highness, do you perhaps want to have the real…’

‘Hey!?? No need!!!’ I instantly broke free from her embrace, jumping to the floor. Facing the mirror, I awkwardly tidied my messy braids, gradually calming myself. Then, adopting a serious tone, I asked her, ‘How long was I unconscious?’

‘About two or three hours.’

‘Where are Seth and the others?’

‘They are waiting in the underground arena, but Your Highness needn’t worry. You should rest a little longer…’

‘No, I will go see them. Now.’