I'm a little bit cute after transforming.

Chapter 115 Surely a cute girl wouldn't lie?

Denise slowly opened her eyes. She struggled to sit up and felt that the perspective was a bit off. She tried to rub her eyes but was surprised to find that her hands had become smaller.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she clutched her head, feeling like she couldn't remember many things. Ignoring the chill that was creeping over her, she searched through the robe on the floor and finally found a notebook.

Because she frequently takes medication to slow down aging, a side effect of which is forgetting many things, she has developed a habit of taking notes.

This time, I seem to have forgotten quite a lot of memories, and the fragments of memories in my mind are very chaotic.

Denise quickly flipped through the notebook, which contained daily records, preparations of various medicines, and experimental results. There were no records of anyone, which made her feel very lonely and that her life was so boring.

It wasn't until the last dozen or so pages that the first name finally appeared: Diana.

The notebooks are filled with records of Diana's activities and daily life. They detail when she went out, which streets she liked to visit, and what she liked to eat—it's practically a stalker's notebook!

Denise's golden eyes sparkled; she felt as if a glimmer of color had appeared in her otherwise gray life.

Denise rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and continued reading her diary, turning to the last page.

The record still traces Diana's activities, except that she was eventually assassinated, stabbed through the body, and her blood was collected before she died.

Denise's entire focus was on the words that she had been stabbed and pierced through the body.

Her thoughts were in disarray, and she hurriedly got up to check if the woman named Diana was alright.

He probably got up too quickly, tripped over his hair, and fell face down on the ground.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts!"

She then realized she had shrunk and her hair was dragging on the ground. She got up again, looked down, and discovered she couldn't see her feet at all.

"What a troublesome thing!"

She picked up her hair and began looking for scissors and clothes.

Ultimately, she couldn't find suitable clothes. Denise hastily cut her hair shorter, then found a black robe and slashed it into a dress.

She slipped on the altered dress, put on a hat that was way too big, and hurriedly went out.

Perhaps she wasn't quite used to her smaller body, or perhaps her 'balance' was difficult to maintain, because she fell many times.

Passersby, seeing this, thought she was a child fleeing famine and asked if she needed help. She simply asked for directions and then left.

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Before the party was over, Diana called a few people out to play. She was afraid that Adolf would come back to ask about the white doves, so she repeatedly told Lilia not to reveal that she had caught the white doves.

Several people were eating grilled meat they had bought on the street. Lilia complained:

"Sir! This isn't as good as mine! If you want some, I'll make it for you!"

Diana ate the roast meat in her hand.

"You don't understand, do you? Homemade food is delicious, but the food outside has a unique flavor!"

Lilia really didn't understand, and after thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.

Cora looked at Diana, feeling a bit awkward about what she was hearing, and her right eyelid was twitching badly today, she didn't know why.

Denise walked carefully down the street, not daring to quicken her pace, because she had already fallen several times today, each time falling forward, and she didn't know why.

Just then, she heard someone calling for Lady Diana from ahead.

She swept away the gloom of her previous falls and ran in that direction. She didn't even realize that her personality had completely changed. She used to be only interested in making potions.

Diana walked along, responding to the people around her. This was always a bit of a downside when she went out; the people around her were too enthusiastic towards her. At first, she was quite proud, but after a while, she got a little tired of it.

Just then, a dark figure about her height suddenly ran up in front of her. Diana was about to be on guard when she heard a thud as the figure fell flat on its face.

Several people inexplicably felt a phantom pain in their faces; there was a kind of pain that was painful just to look at.

Diana didn't rush to help immediately, remembering the assassin from a few days ago.

An assessment was initiated, and it was discovered that she was only a few levels high and had no offensive skills, so they went over and helped her up.

"Are you OK!"

Seeing that the girl was covered in dust but her face was completely unharmed, the group's gazes involuntarily shifted to her prominent bulge.

'so big! '

'No wonder nothing happened! There was a buffer zone!'

Denise looked at the white-haired girl in front of her. Although she had no memory of the girl, she was very certain that the girl was Diana!

For some reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with this girl, a kind of inexplicable warmth. (A side effect of drinking the potion made with Diana's blood)

"No... I'm fine!"

Several girls keenly noticed that Denise's gaze towards Diana was somewhat strange.

Where do you live? Do you need me to take you home?

Diana didn't think anything of it; many people saw her that way, and she was used to it.

"Home?"

Denise looked up at the sky. She had no memory of home. Now she just wanted to stay by this girl's side. Soon, a plan came to mind.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

“I have never met my parents. I have always lived with my grandfather. Home is wherever my grandfather is. But not long ago, my grandfather… I have no home anymore!”

Denise choked up as she said this.

Diana was completely confused; wasn't this the same tactic she had used before?

Hearing sobbing behind her, Diana turned around and saw several girls wiping away tears, with Elua crying softly.

"Is this really that exaggerated?! This is clearly a setup!"

Denise held Diana's hands in her own.

"I've heard of a saint named Diana who saved many children and gave them a home. I've traveled so far and so far to finally get here. You must be that saint! Can you give me a home?"

Diana looked at Denise's longing eyes and said, "I admit your acting is a little better than mine, but I've seen through it!"

Diana was about to refuse when someone from behind hugged her waist.

Elua's tears and snot covered her.

"Sister Anna, please take her in! She's so pitiful!"

Then she looked at the others and saw that they were all wiping away tears and nodding.

Diana glanced at Denise and noticed that she was dressed in tattered clothes and had messy hair.

'Could I have guessed wrong? Such a cute girl wouldn't lie, right? Anyway, the manor is so big, one more person won't make a difference.'

"Alright! You can come back with us. What's your name?"

"My name is Denise!"

Denise wiped away her tears, quite pleased with herself, 'Easy done!'

The group introduced themselves to each other.

Bystanders wiping away tears.

"This is so touching!"

"The city lord is so kind!"

"Lord City Lord! I am also an orphan! Please take me in as well!"

A middle-aged man shouted loudly.

When everyone looked and saw that it was a big man, they immediately burst into laughter.

Diana pulled Denise away from the crowd.

"Let's buy Denise some clothes first!"

They all agreed and followed.