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 3

Eight years have passed since then.

“Brother, let’s take a break for tea.”

“Is it that time already?”

I pause my sword training, wiping away sweat as I walk toward Fiona.

If I were a handsome protagonist, I bet I’d be greeted with excited cheers. But alas, even after eight years, my background character face remains unchanged.

“Will I get to enjoy Fiona’s homemade treats again today?”

“Yes! I made scones this time. Be sure to drizzle plenty of sweet honey on them.”

Thump—

Her radiant smile hits me like a critical strike, making me freeze for a moment.

Crap. I just had an inappropriate thought about my own sister. Get it together, man!

Still, Fiona’s beauty only grows more refined with age.

Today, her silky silver hair flows down to her waist, softly braided, complementing the frilly dandelion-yellow dress she’s wearing. Her aquamarine eyes shimmer like precious gemstones.

“For a second, I thought a dandelion fairy had appeared before me.”

“Oh, Brother, stop it. I turned twelve last month, you know!”

As I instinctively ruffle her hair, she puffs out her cheeks in protest.

She’s too cute.

I’ve spoiled her completely rotten, so our sibling relationship is strong and affectionate.

Unlike in the game, where she was supposed to be strong-willed and haughty, Fiona is reserved, gentle, and a perfect young lady.

“But enough about that, Brother. Your swordsmanship is impressive, but how is your magic coming along?”

“Ah, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it—just a little.”

That’s right—I can finally use magic!

On my seventh birthday, I was tested at the church and discovered that I had affinities for wind and ice, while Fiona’s affinity was water.

I had imagined cool incantations and flashy spells, but in this world, magic is non-verbal—it’s all about visualization.

“Watch this.”

I raise my hand over the table, focusing my magic. I imagine a small piece of ice forming.

…Splash.

“That’s amazing, Brother! You made ice! And it’s even bigger than before!”

“Yeah… though this is still pretty small. I’ll keep working on it.”

Fiona enthusiastically praises me for producing just a single tiny ice shard.

But honestly, this is pathetically underwhelming.

I remember when my parents used to proudly say—

“Our son has two magical affinities! He’s a genius!”

Ah, those were the days.

I really thought, “Yes! This is my overpowered cheat ability! If I master this, I’ll be unstoppable!”

But then—reality hit me hard.

Turns out, I have absolutely no talent.

At my age, most kids can freeze several meters of ground without breaking a sweat. As for my wind magic? I still can’t even use it.

Fiona, on the other hand, is thriving.

Maybe it’s because she was originally the villainess, but she has an abundant mana pool and exceptional control.

She can already raise six towering water pillars—at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if she could summon a water dragon someday.

Meanwhile, I…

“Sorry for being such a lame big brother, Fiona.”

Fiona never mocks me, even though I’m practically useless when it comes to magic. She really is the perfect little sister—far from the villainess she was meant to be.

Even if I lack magical talent, I excel in other areas. I was always good at academics in my past life, and learning about this new world’s unique subjects is both fresh and exciting.

My swordsmanship has also improved significantly through relentless training—I’ve reached a level where I could seriously aim to become a knight.

Of course, my father is the chancellor, and as his heir, sword skills aren’t exactly a requirement for my future role…

But muscles never betray you.

I’ve been careful not to overdo it, though. I didn’t want to end up bulky, so I adjusted my training to maintain a lean, athletic build instead.

Most importantly, I need to stay strong to protect Fiona.

There was a time when I dreamed of becoming a powerful mage, but that dream died a quick and painful death.

As I enjoy Fiona’s homemade scones, washing them down with my now-cold tea, she suddenly speaks up.

“Oh, that’s right, Brother. There’s going to be a grand tea party hosted by the royal family soon.”

“Huh. That’s unusual.”

“Officially, it’s a social gathering for nobles, but the real purpose is to find a fiancée for the second prince.”

Pfft!

I choke, spitting out my tea in a spectacular spray.

“Brother! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! Sorry about that.”

I laugh it off, but inside, I’m panicking.

I completely forgot, but wasn’t this the tea party where Fiona and the second prince, Cristel, first met?!

In the game, Fiona falls in love at first sight and, despite the obvious breach of etiquette, boldly proposes marriage on the spot.

Cristel, impressed by her confidence and strong-willed personality, accepts.

Even though Fiona’s personality is different in this timeline, if she somehow ends up engaged to him, she’s doomed to become the villainess.

I can’t let this happen!

“Fiona, you should skip the tea party.”

“Huh? That’s impossible. Mother already sent our RSVP. Besides, who refuses an invitation from the royal family?”

Damn it.

If she has to go, then I have no choice—

I’ll go with her and make sure nothing happens.

I won’t let Fiona out of my sight for a second!