I was Reincarnated as the Villainess's Older Brother, but it seems My Sister is Obsessed With Me. And for Some Reason, the Male Love Interests are also Doting On Me.(BL) - Chapter 2

This is the Kingdom of Francayne.

My name in this life is Clive Arclight.

This world has a noble class, and I was born as the eldest son of a count’s family. I’m currently five years old. My biological mother passed away shortly after giving birth to me.

Last year, my father remarried, and his new wife brought her daughter—Fiona. She’s a year younger than me, making her my stepsister. No wonder we don’t look alike.

And as if that wasn’t surprising enough, this world has magic. A fantasy world—how cool is that?

Apparently, nobles have inherited magical abilities for generations and have used them to develop and strengthen society.

That means I should be able to use magic too, but since a child’s mana levels are unstable, it won’t properly manifest until around the age of seven.

“Alright, I think I understand the basics. Thanks, Louis.”

“It is my pleasure, my lord.”

Louis—that’s my butler’s name.

He has been working in this estate since before I was born, and ever since my birth, he has served as my personal butler.

“But why did Fiona apologize earlier and say it was her fault?”

“Ah, that… Lady Fiona wanted to pick flowers to cheer you up. That part went well, but unfortunately, a caterpillar was hiding among them.”

“And how did that lead to me hitting my head?”

“You have an extreme fear of insects, my lord. The moment you saw it, you fainted on the spot.”

“…”

…That is beyond humiliating. If there were a hole nearby, I would gladly crawl into it.

“There is still some time before dinner. Would you like me to bring you some tea?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll take some time alone to process all of this.”

“Understood, my lord. If you require anything, please ring the bell.”

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“My appearance may be average, but I was born into a wealthy noble family. My future is secure, and life might actually be easy mode.”

Thinking about my past life does make me feel a little bitter, but considering my current situation, it’s not bad at all.

I have an adorable stepsister like Fiona—what more could I ask for?

And yet… something doesn’t sit right with me.

Kingdom of Francayne.
Fiona Arclight.
Villainess…?

Wait. Villainess?!

—”Senpai, this is the game I’m obsessed with! The second prince’s route is seriously the best.”

—”I didn’t know you played these kinds of games.”

—”They’re great for unwinding! The villainess, Fiona, is actually really tragic—”

I remember now…

My junior at work used to play an otome game.

“TRUE LOVE ”

The setting? The Kingdom of Francayne, inspired by medieval Europe, featuring fantasy elements.

The protagonist, Alice, experiences an exciting academy life, where she meets various romanceable characters and finds her true love.

There are four love interests:

1. Cristel – the refined second prince (classic princely type).
2. Arnold – the affectionate childhood friend.
3. Stefan – the flirtatious playboy.
4. Allen – the possessive, yandere first prince.

And then there’s Fiona Arclight, the villainess and Cristel’s fiancée.

I don’t remember all the details, but in Cristel’s route, Fiona becomes jealous when the heroine grows closer to him. Enraged, she harasses the heroine in an attempt to separate them.

Eventually, her schemes are exposed, leading to her public downfall and disgrace.

—That’s the kind of otome game it was.

“Are you kidding me?! Damn it, I should’ve paid more attention when she was explaining it!”

I never thought I’d experience something like this firsthand.

I used to think these kinds of games were ridiculous, barely paying attention when they were mentioned. I’m such an idiot!

But if I had to be reincarnated, shouldn’t I have at least been one of the handsome love interests? Why did I end up with this completely average background character face? Even Louis, my butler, is objectively much better-looking!

Of course, there’s no guarantee that this is the same otome game my coworker was obsessed with.

But if Fiona really is the villainess, then my adorable little sister is doomed to exile, the downfall of her family, imprisonment—or, in the worst case, execution.

Just imagining it sends chills down my spine.

I don’t remember the game’s events in detail, but one thing is certain—as her older brother, I’ll protect Fiona’s future!

That was the moment I made up my mind.

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A long dining table covered with an immaculate white tablecloth. Several servants stand at attention nearby.

As I take my seat, I notice Fiona already sitting beside me, her small frame perfectly poised.

“Brother, are you feeling better? I’ll be more careful when picking flowers from now on.”

“O-Oh… thanks.”

God, this is embarrassing. A man who faints at the mere sight of a bug—what kind of pathetic older brother is that?

“Oh! Father, Mother!”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Entering the room is a plain-looking man with slightly graying chestnut hair, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman with porcelain skin, flowing silver hair that gleams like silk, and deep lapis-blue eyes.

I never saw my birth mother, but it’s painfully obvious—I inherited my father’s looks.

Arranged marriages are amazing. He actually managed to marry a woman like her.

Wait, was that rude?

As I mentally scold myself, my father turns toward me.

“Clive, I heard what happened. Is it true that you’ve lost your memories?”

Phew. At least he didn’t read my mind.

“Yes, my body feels fine, but…”

“Oh dear, how worrying. What should we do?” my stepmother asks, her voice filled with concern.

“Let’s discuss it over dinner for now,” my father replies.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

With that, everyone takes their seats, and dinner begins.

Oddly enough, my table manners seem fine—whether it’s muscle memory from this body or lingering habits from my past life, I don’t struggle at all.

…And wow, this food is amazing!

The meat is so tender and juicy that it practically melts in my mouth. If I get to eat like this every day, life in this world might not be so bad.

As I savor my meal, Fiona looks up at me, her expression tinged with worry.

“Brother, do you really not remember anything? You don’t hate me, do you?”

“I’m sorry… but Fiona, I love you. You picked those flowers for me, didn’t you? There’s no way I could ever hate such an adorable little sister.”

“Father! Mother! I like this version of Brother way better!”

…Huh?

Wait, was I that much of a jerk before?!

I glance at Louis for confirmation.

He simply smiles and nods.

What was I even doing?! How could I have been cruel to such an adorable little sister?

Was it jealousy?

Fiona, who inherited her mother’s outstanding beauty, must have drawn everyone’s affection, while I—with my entirely average face—was probably overlooked.

A bitter, envious older brother, mistreating his stunningly beautiful younger sister… leading to her becoming twisted and vengeful…

Yeah. That checks out.

So this really is my fault?!

What if the caterpillar incident was her way of getting back at me?

Fiona may look like a sweet, innocent child, but what if she’s already starting to harbor resentment? She’s only four—which means there’s still time to change things.

“Even so,” my father sighs. “Clive, this situation must be difficult for you. Perhaps a visit to the church would help. They might have a way to heal spiritual afflictions.”

I shake my head.

“No… I mean, I believe what matters most isn’t the five years I’ve lost, but the future ahead. I’ll start from scratch and study hard to become a worthy heir. And—”

I glance at Fiona and declare with confidence:

“I’m going to spoil Fiona rotten—so much that she’ll be sweeter than sugar!”

“O-Oh… that’s quite the declaration. I don’t fully understand, but we’ll keep an eye on things for now,” my father mutters.

“Oh my, how charming,” my stepmother chuckles.

“Yay! Brother, I love you!” Fiona beams.

And just like that, the conversation is settled.

Thus begins my new mission—completely doting on my little sister!