I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

ies’, there was not much information because she was Ashmia’s maid, and Michael didn’t exactly know what happened to her after Ashmia’s death.

“Thanks.”

Ashmia answered with a smile and headed towards the bathroom.

***

Ashmia felt as if her fatigue was relieved the second she soaked her body in the warm water.

At first, she was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even go to the bathroom because of her gender change.
Fortunately, after realizing that whether it was going to the bathroom, changing her clothes, or bathing like she did now, she felt comfortable knowing that if she left her body to the original Ashmia, she would take care of it.

First of all, what I have to do is…

Above all, it was to develop physical strength.

I can’t do anything with this body.

No matter how much Vanessa said she would protect Ashmia, she should be able to protect herself as well.

“…Great.”

Having organized her thoughts, Ashmia got out of the bathtub.
After changing her clothes and drying her hair with the help of her maids, Ashmia called Vanessa into her room.

“Vanessa.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

Ashmia motioned for Vanessa to come closer.
She took a few steps closer to Vanessa, who was only two meters away.
Vanessa’s face turned a little red at the slightly burdensome distance.

“L…Lady?”

Ashmia held up her index finger in front of her lips.

“Quiet.”

Then, she slowly traced Vanessa’s body, starting with her neck and her shoulders.
Her armpits, arms, wrists, chest, waist, belly, groin, knees, calves to shins.
After that, she gestured again to take her shoes off.

Ashmia ran out of strength trying to remove the heel of Vanessa’s shoe, so she had Vanessa take it off herself.
After all checks were done, Ashmia pulled Vanessa down slightly so she could whisper in her ear.

“I’m sorry.
I didn’t doubt you.”

Ashmia whispered to Vanessa, who was still embarrassed by Ashmia’s sudden behaviour.

“I’m going to search the room now.
You know what a wiretap bug* looks like, right?”

tl/n: a tiny microphone that can be hidden either on or under clothes and furniture, often used by a third party to monitor communications to investigate someone

Vanessa nodded.

Stand lights, tables, chairs, various picture frames, vases, under beds and mattresses.
After completing her search, Ashmia sat down in her chair and looked at Vanessa.

“Sit down.”

Vanessa sat across from Ashmia, who opened her mouth to speak in a low voice with an expression full of doubts.

“I think we have a ‘rat’* in our family.”

tl/n: rat = snitch

Vanessa was about to say something out of surprise, but Ashmia put her index finger on her lips again.

“I can’t explain what happened yesterday unless the information was leaked.”

The family event was basically once a month, but the date was randomly assigned by Richard each time.

Even if he didn’t change it and they continued to lurk around for a month at the previous location, it was impossible to find the exact location of Ashmia’s car in the middle of the city, which was not even close to the Black Lion’s mansion.
Ashmia’s car, license plate, and route to the Black Lion’s mansion were different each time.

“And yet the bomb truck drove straight towards us.”

As if they already knew where she was supposed to be, without a doubt.

Vanessa nodded with a serious look.

“Once again, I trust you, Vanessa.
I hope you didn’t misunderstand me.
I was afraid that someone else may have played a prank on you.”

“I didn’t misunderstand.
Thank you for trusting me!”

Vanessa’s loyalty was real.
Ashmia could tell just by looking at how Vanessa protected her from the huge explosion yesterday, and there was no doubt about Vanessa in ‘Ashmia’s memories’.

In other words, Vanessa was the only one Ashmia could trust now.

“Father will try to catch the ‘rat’ first before anyone else.
My older sister and brothers too.
Then, the whole family will be in chaos.”

“I-I guess.”

“Instead, the mess will strengthen their vigilance, so the person who tried to assassinate me probably won’t be able to target me for a while.
So, I need to do some work in the meantime.”

“Like what?”

“Training.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened in surprise at Ashmia’s words.

“You should train me, Vanessa.”

“Huh?!”

“I trust you, but I’m so weak that there will be a limit to how much you can protect me.”

Of course, Michael Rose was able to use various martial art skills that police officers had to learn, and he was good at street fighting, but it was impossible to imitate those movements with Ashmia’s body who grew up as a houseplant.
It was also clear that even if she could, it was going to arouse suspicions if she suddenly imitated those skills with that weak body.

Although her first goal was to develop her stamina, she needed to learn martial arts while being trained by Vanessa in order to have an alibi.

“Alright!”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Ashmia said.

“I’m going to learn horseback riding.”