The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 116

The exam proctor strode into the room, delivering the test papers with an efficiency that spoke of years of experience.

It was English Literature in the morning. Mirabella stared at her paper with a sense of dread. Of all the subjects, English was her least favorite. The sight of those densely packed words always dragged her back to her childhood, to the days when the old sticklers of her family tormented her. Those dusty tomes of Shakespeare and Chaucer were the stuff of her childhood nightmares.

Ever since she arrived in this new body, she’d had an innate aversion to English, leading to an unsurprising neglect of the subject.

With a silent sigh and resistance coursing through her veins, Mirabella picked up her pen and began to write at a snail’s pace. When it was time to hand in her paper, it looked complete, but as for accuracy… that was anyone’s guess.

The afternoon brought Mathematics, which was much more Mirabella’s speed. Effortless and straightforward, it hardly required a thought. Having learned her lesson from a previous deduction for answering beyond the syllabus, she was careful not to repeat the mistake.

Post–exam, everyone in class was flipping through textbooks, trying to estimate their scores.

“Queen Mira, don’t you think today’s math test was brutal?” Jenna asked, her face downcast after calculating she’d barely scraped through. But as soon as she’d posed the question, she regretted it. After all, she was speaking to the national competition’s reigning champ–wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

Mirabella cocked her head, letting out a rare, long sigh, “I found English to be the real difficult

↑ beast.”

Did I just hear you use the word ‘difficult?“” Not just the use of

mean I’m omnipotent,” Mirabella replied with a

blow. “Isn’t English the easiest, though?” Jenna quickly steered the conversation back to safer waters.

her frustration evident. “For me, it’s the

Jenna realized she’d stumbled upon a bombshell. “So, what do

I pass will be a matter of luck,” Mirabella mused, resting her chin on her hand, the

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out of her head, “Queen Mira, don’t tell me you’ve got a

every normal student have at

question was a piercing

textbook from her desk. “I know you’re just

grin, her voice laced with schadenfreude. “Imagine if you fail English, what will happen to