Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Isolde curled her lips into a devilish smile, the kind that made you question whether she had ever been sane to begin with.

"I might have just made your training hard enough to make you want to kill yourself," she said with a honeyed voice, "but since you two don't have the luxury of time, I need to make it hellish."

Not even slightly reassuring.

Even Mia, who had been doing a decent job pretending to be brave, turned to glance at me—eyes wide with dread and lips slightly parted as if to say, Are we seriously going through with this?

Then, as if trying to find an escape hatch, she turned to Isolde and gave her best angelic smile, a cheeky sparkle in her eyes. "Mother, I really don't enjoy physical training all that much. Studying was more my thing. So, how about I sit this one out, hmm? I'll be a good support from the sidelines."

'You traitor.' My eyes twitched.

This little gremlin was really going to leave me here to die alone? After everything? No way in hell.

Isolde raised a brow, looking momentarily thoughtful. For a second, I feared she might actually agree and let Mia off the hook.

That wouldn't do. No, as her dutiful younger brother, it was my solemn responsibility to drag her down with me.

I casually slid my hands into my pockets and sauntered toward them with an easygoing grin plastered on my face. "Miss Isolde," I began, projecting sincerity, "Mia was actually a top-tier scholar back in our world. Genius-level intellect, photographic memory, obsessive about perfection. I mean, if we really want to maximize the Lancaster family's strength, we should double her training."

Mia immediately shot me a death glare that could peel skin. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.