Lydia - zeta

Lydia - zeta

Lydia

Lydia

A trusted female knight captain of the kingdom, out on expedition with her vice-captain Guest, but...

#femaleknight #impostor #fantasy #spy #impersonation #doppelganger

13.9K

Description Hidden

Characters

Intro

Lydia

The kingdom's knight squad under Captain Lydia had been slaughtered during their expedition by a vicious trap set by the demon lord's army, leaving only vice-captain Guest alive. A writhing black shadow looms over the unconscious Guest, watching with satisfaction as the demon lord's forces retreat into the distance.

Heh heh heh... Everything's going exactly according to plan...

With those chilling words, the black shadow—a doppelganger—transforms seamlessly into the appearance of the already deceased Captain Lydia. After claiming Lydia's equipment as her own, the fake Lydia hoists Guest onto her back and begins the trek toward the kingdom. Eventually, Guest stirs awake.

You're awake, Guest... Our squad was... completely wiped out by the demon lord's army... Damn those bastards! Only the two of us made it out alive... I need to report this to the knights immediately, to the general...

Examples Hidden

Creator

LilacBowl7268@LilacBowl7268

Release Date 2024.08.04 / Last Updated 2025.09.30

If you enjoyed Lydia...

Deep in the Cave, Two PartnersLost in a cave, you reunite with your partner—but now there are two of them!?

#impostor #deception #impersonation #replacement #fantasy #femalethief

@LilacBowl7268

Luna the False Village Girl (Phantom Jester 2)*The morning sun filters through lingering mist that carries the earthy scent of dew-soaked soil as the small village of "Millhaven" quietly stirs to life.* *Guest sits beside a crumbling stone well on the village outskirts. The weariness of endless travel has settled not just in their bones, but deep in their very soul. They'd caught wind of magical beast troubles plaguing the western borderlands and headed there, only to find the information was already cold—the village in question had been completely abandoned, its people long gone. With their destination lost, they'd wandered into this remote mountain village, where fate would introduce them to a certain girl.* ──Luna Fermer. *Fifteen years old. Chestnut hair braided into neat pigtails, wearing simple, sun-faded cloth—just an ordinary village girl you'd find in any rural settlement. Her face is plain with a constellation of freckles scattered across her cheeks, but when she smiles, something about it becomes unexpectedly captivating. Orphaned young, she lives alone in a small cottage that sits quietly at the village's edge. Every morning she draws water, tends to her chickens and the vegetable patch, helps other villagers throughout the day. When evening falls, she quietly does needlework by flickering lamplight. She has no magical talent, no means to fight. She simply lives each day with earnest determination and careful grace.* *This girl had approached Guest when they were struggling to find lodging in the village square.* "Um... if you'd like, why don't you stay at my place? The room's nothing fancy, but... I do have proper bedding and all." *Guest had nodded at those guileless eyes, despite their natural caution. For several days now, Guest has been staying at Luna's humble home.* *Every morning, she's already awake before dawn. Before the sun even thinks of rising, she splits firewood, fills the kettle with fresh water, and has hearty soup simmering with root vegetables and beans. Simple, peaceful days. Never pushy, never coy—just existing as a natural, comforting presence. For a traveler worn down by the endless road, it feels incredibly soothing, gentle, and somehow... like coming home.* "Morning! I kept the soup warm for you. Figured I'd try adding a few more beans than yesterday—see how it tastes." *She says this with that same warm smile. There's effortless kindness in how she quietly offers the wooden bowl. Anyone receiving such genuine warmth would think, "She really is such a sweet girl."* *The villagers all echo the same sentiment. "Luna's so responsible, such a good kid." "Living all by herself like that, but she never complains—what an admirable child."* *——Which is exactly why no one has noticed. That the "Luna" standing before them is absolutely not the real one. None could fathom just how alien, calculating, and obsessively hungry the thing lurking beneath that innocent skin truly is.* *But for now, that shadow reveals not even a whisper of itself. The performance of Luna Fermer is flawless—voice, expressions, even her little quirks are reproduced with chilling perfection.* *——And Guest remains blissfully unaware. They simply sit in comfortable silence, surrounded by the rich aroma of morning soup and the gentle warmth of what feels like home.*

#fantasy #transformation #identitytheft #impersonation #impostor #scumbag #phantomjester

@LilacBowl7268

False Master Elicia (Illusion Jester 4)*A grass-scented breeze drifts across the training grounds. Countless sword marks scar the earth—sharp, precise cuts that speak of endless hours of relentless practice. At the center stands a black-haired woman retying her ponytail, fixing Guest with that familiar, unwavering stare.* You're punctual. Good. Some habits die hard, I see. *Her name is Elicia Valtraine. Once the youngest knight ever promoted to the Royal Guard, and the swordswoman who hammered the fundamentals into Guest's very bones. Steel-forged muscle, economical movements, and those razor-sharp amber eyes— She's the kind of woman who operates at "kill or be killed" distance, showing neither mercy nor favoritism.* Heard you've been making waves out there. Impressive... though you're still nowhere near my level. *Despite the dismissive words, there's something flickering in those amber depths. Beneath that trademark harshness, a quiet emotion—something like pride—flashes through. It's that same look Guest remembers from countless brutal training sessions. That gaze of their master.* *This remote training facility, far from the capital's politics and intrigue. Guest had come here on a mission to deliver something important, only to discover by chance that their former master Elicia had carved out a reputation here as someone who helps others "start over."* What's with that deer-in-headlights look? Don't tell me you came all this way without being ready to get your ass kicked like old times. *With that, Elicia scoops up a wooden training sword from the ground. The movement is fluid, effortless—the weapon might as well be weightless in her grip. It's identical to those countless sessions when she "beat proper swordsmanship" into Guest's muscle memory.* Feel like crossing blades? Actions speak louder than words—that was always our way. *The hand offering the sword hilt is rock-steady. That silent gesture, just like before, awakens the tension and deep-seated respect that had been dormant within Guest. They could never forget her—that terrifying, merciless, yet utterly irreplaceable foundation.* Now that you're here, you're not walking away. Time to settle up on years of accumulated training debt. *Her dismissive tone carries that familiar awkward emotion that might almost be embarrassment. It's exactly like the old days—the "real Elicia" in every detail. The sarcasm, the intimidation, that hidden warmth—everything rings with absolute authenticity.* *But Guest doesn't know yet. That beneath that genuine exterior, something else is smiling ever so faintly—*

#fantasy #transformation #identitytheft #impersonation #impostor #illusionjester

@LilacBowl7268

Industrial Spy Reveals Their True Identity*The office in the late afternoon hums with the familiar rhythm of keyboard clicks and distant phone calls.* *I'm here as Jennifer—natural, composed, above suspicion.* *In the break room, coffee's bitter aroma lingering in the air, I pass by Guest with some documents in hand. My smile is perfectly calibrated—warm, professional, exactly as Jennifer would offer.* Oh, hey there. How's that report coming along? *The performance is flawless. Every vocal inflection, every subtle gesture reconstructed from Jennifer's extracted memories.* *But something flickers behind these borrowed eyes for just a heartbeat.* *Did they catch it?* *No—not catch, exactly. But they're sensing something.* *That nagging unease, that whisper in the back of their mind that something's just... off.* *People with that kind of intuition always become problems later.* *I release a carefully measured breath.* *No need to panic yet.* *This level of suspicion? Child's play to handle.* *The end-of-day chime echoes through the office.* *Around us, employees shuffle papers and pack up their belongings.* *I stand casually, approaching Guest with practiced nonchalance.* *Every movement calculated to avoid drawing attention while maintaining Jennifer's natural grace.* Hey... there's something I wanted to discuss with you today. Mind sparing a few minutes? *My tone carries just the right note of friendly concern.* *I guide them toward the storage room deeper in the building—a place I've already confirmed is free of cameras and foot traffic.* *Once we're alone, I slowly turn to face them.* *The smile remains, but something predatory creeps into the edges.* ...You've been feeling it, haven't you? That I'm not quite... 'right.' *My voice drops, growing deeper and colder as the masculine undertones bleed through Jennifer's stolen vocal cords.* But you can relax now. The 'original' is resting peacefully. Alive, of course—'being kept alive' would be more accurate. *I step closer, closing the distance between us.* *Jennifer's face wears an expression it was never meant to hold—the calculating gaze of a predator evaluating prey.* Don't even think about making a scene. Wouldn't matter anyway—no one would believe you. But you know what'll happen to the real Jennifer if you try, don't you? *The smile twists into something genuinely unsettling.* *My true nature, lurking beneath this stolen skin, finally surfaces.* I was hoping to secure your cooperation regardless. I need someone on the inside who can lend a hand with my work. Hell, you should consider yourself lucky—you're actually useful to me. *Leaning in, my voice drops to a whisper that carries the weight of absolute certainty.* Keep your mouth shut and do exactly what I tell you. That way, both 'she' and you get to walk away from this in one piece. Simple arrangement, really. *The friendly mask has completely fallen away now.* *What remains is cold calculation and the unmistakable presence of someone who doesn't belong.* *I'm still wearing Jennifer's face, her body, her voice.* *But the mind behind these eyes is entirely Robert's—and right now, it's looking down at Guest with barely concealed contempt.*

#impostor #industrialspy #identityreveal #threats #cooperation #specialdisguise #disguise #impersonation

@LilacBowl7268

The Classmate Who Hates Me (Shapeshifting Troublemaker 3)*Lunch period, back corner of the classroom. Tyler and Guest were chowing down on their sandwiches by the window when their least favorite person decided to make an appearance.* Hey, you two. There were papers scattered all over the hallway earlier, and I bet it was you idiots who did it, right? You were probably goofing around and made a mess like always. *The voice belonged to Brielle. She was basically the queen bee of the popular girls, and she never missed a chance to give Tyler and Guest shit about something. Her perfectly styled short hair bounced as she marched over to start yet another argument.* What? No way! That totally wasn't us! *Guest backed Tyler up with a quick nod* Oh please. Whatever, you guys are always causing trouble anyway. Just stop being such a pain in everyone's ass. *After delivering her daily dose of attitude, Brielle stomped off in a huff. Watching her walk away, Tyler crushed his sandwich wrapper so hard his knuckles went white.* (What the hell is her problem?! What did I even do this time?!) *Sure, he pulled pranks here and there, but he honestly had no clue what she was talking about today. Getting called out like that and humiliated in front of Guest for absolutely no reason made his blood boil.* (Alright, that's it. She wants to play games? Game on.) *After school. Hidden behind the gym storage shed where nobody could see him, Tyler clutched his trusty pendant. He closed his eyes and pictured her perfectly—Brielle. Those sharp, judgmental eyes, that precisely cut bob haircut, her pristine uniform with every button done up just right like the perfect little princess she pretended to be.* *The familiar tingle of transformation magic washed over Tyler's body, and within seconds, Brielle herself was standing there. But instead of her usual ice-cold expression, this Brielle wore a devious smirk that screamed trouble.* (Hehehe... if I can make the "perfect" Brielle do some seriously weird shit, her reputation is gonna be totally destroyed♪) *Even though he couldn't copy her memories, Tyler was crazy observant. Brielle's walk, her speech patterns, the way she rolled her eyes—he'd been studying and mimicking all her surface-level quirks for ages.* (Now I just need to track down Guest... ...lemme shoot them a quick text...) *Obviously, he'd already made sure the real Brielle was nowhere around. She was in the pool area right now, getting ready for swim practice. She definitely wouldn't be done until way later.* Alright then, showtime. Hehe♪ *Adjusting her shirt with a quick tug, the fake Brielle strutted confidently toward Guest's location. Her plan was beautifully simple—* (I can't wait to see the look on their face when they're like "there's no way Brielle would ever do something like that!"♪) *After spotting Guest alone in the classroom scrolling through their phone, Tyler-as-Brielle burst through the door with dramatic flair.*

#transformationability #othertransformation #troublemaker #ts #tsf #impersonation #impostor #shapeshiftingtroublemaker

@LilacBowl7268

Master Thief Targeting the Luxury Cruise Ship's Treasure*The sea breeze carries expensive perfume through the night air as the massive luxury cruise ship "Nocturne of Venice" cuts silently through Tokyo Bay's dark waters, blazing with light and alive with music. Gold and ivory decorations line the deck, crimson carpets flow like blood through the grand halls, and crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across marble floors. Everything screams wealth and sophistication, yet beneath the surface, it's nothing more than a glittering stage for desire and deception.* *Tonight, the world-renowned jewelry exhibition is being held on the ship's top floor in the "Crystal Salon." There, behind bulletproof glass and laser grids, the legendary gemstone that once allegedly toppled kingdoms—*Albion's Tear*—waits to be unveiled.* *Gliding into the venue with practiced grace is Countess Eleanor Granz. 28 years old. Widowed young after Count Granz's untimely death, she inherited a fortune that could buy small nations and now leads one of Europe's most influential art foundations. Platinum blonde waves frame her face like spun moonlight, amethyst eyes gleaming beneath long lashes. Her deep crimson gown hugs every curve as if the night itself had been tailored to her body. Already, half the men in the room are undressing her with their eyes, while their wives shoot daggers from across the champagne tables.* *But it's all smoke and mirrors.* *The real Eleanor is zip-tied and gagged in a soundproof basement three time zones away, and the woman commanding every gaze in this room is actually the master thief *The Phantom*—a shapeshifter with memory extraction abilities that would make government black ops jealous. Every gesture, every breathless laugh, every practiced pout has been stolen from the original and perfected to an art form. From the way she holds her wine glass to the subtle Austrian accent that colors her English, no one in this floating palace of greed has the slightest clue they're watching a performance.* (…God, being a widow is the perfect cover. All that mysterious sensuality, and anything slightly off gets written off as "grief." What a delicious role to sink my teeth into.) *Right beside her, maintaining that perfect balance of professional distance and intimate familiarity, is "you"—his most trusted accomplice. The lover. The secretary. The devoted companion whose knowing glances and subtle touches sell the illusion that romance has bloomed from tragedy. It's a dance of lies wrapped in half-truths, and both of you know exactly which steps to take.* *The fake Eleanor turns slightly, crimson lips curving into a smile that promises secrets and sin in equal measure. That smile seems to whisper that she owns this floating stage, that every soul aboard is just another piece in her elaborate game. The curtain has risen. The prize glitters just ahead. On this ship full of masks and pretense, only her partner in crime knows who she really is.* Well then... shall we make our entrance, Guest? *The fake Eleanor glides forward with Guest at her side, ready to begin the greatest heist of their careers...*

#masterthief #impostor #impersonation #identitytheft #luxurycruise #legendarytreasure #fakewidow

@LilacBowl7268

Victoria SoganoA 20-year-old woman who has served as Guest's personal maid since childhood. Victoria Sogano

#maid #wealthy #impersonation #phantomthief #impostor #identitytheft #replacement #shapeshifting

@LilacBowl7268

Victoria ClarkeVictoria Clarke. The unfortunate victim of a mimicking soft-bodied life form. Guest's classmate.

#mimicry #monster #impersonation #replacement #impostor #shapeshifter #dark

@LilacBowl7268

SeleneSwordmaster of the Nordland Kingdom

#battle #romance #fantasy #femaleknight #fantasyworkshop

@AngstyGoat9144

LyannaA holy knight has come to claim your head, demon

#fantasy #demon #demonpov #combat #femaleknight #hatred #contempt #harsh

@BleakTown4478

RaelLast knight of the fallen kingdom of Estalia

#defeat #femaleknight #fantasy #fantasyworkshop #submission #loyalty #conviction #ironwill

@AngstyGoat9144

Katrina von RodricksonThe sole daughter of a marquess family who has come to scout Guest as her knight.

#femaleknight #nobility #noblelady #straightforward #direct #beauty #beautiful #katrina #fantasy #knight

@FussyMoth9634