My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 2

My older sister, Agnes Frenzel, is two years older than me and the eldest daughter of the Frenzel Ducal House.

(Agnes, my dear sister, is—)

Like a cherry blossom.

Now that I have regained the memories of my past life, I can describe her that way.

Agnes, my dear sister, is fragile, beautiful—

the perfect picture of “a beautiful woman with a fleeting life.”

In reality, she was born with a chronic illness and has always been weak.

Since childhood, people wondered if she would even live to be twenty.

And now, she has reached the age of twenty.

Carrying a life that could end at any moment, my sister lives each day desperately.

I worried about her very much, and I admired her.

—However.

That day, I saw it.

——

As I was lost in thought, Agnes ran towards us.

Her hair, as white as snow, and her pale white skin.

Her light blue eyes resembled the crimson-green sky of dawn.

White, all over—

Who was it that once said she was like an angel, untouched by any filth?

When compared to her, I was merely ‘somewhat cute.’

My pale pink hair was unusual, but that was all. My eyes of the same color were only ever met with, ‘Oh, how nice.’

At the very least, I was not the kind of girl whose beauty would make someone gasp from afar.

If I were surrounded by old gentlemen, they might say, ‘Oh, Felicia, you’re adorable!’—but the moment my sister stood next to me, they would all be left breathless by her beauty.

I do believe that words like ‘cute’ and ‘graceful’ suit me.

But at best, I was ‘upper middle.’

If we are being honest, I was merely ‘middle-upper.’

My sister, however, was top-tier.

She was—yes, like Snow White.

Now that I remember my past life, that is how I would describe her appearance.

—-

‘Feli… cia!’

My sister called my name, out of breath.

Just from running a little, her face was flushed, and she was gasping for air.

Even now, she must have been pushing herself too hard.

Her face was bright red.

She rarely had days when she could even get out of bed. And yet, she had pushed herself to come all this way—

That was when it hit me.

This was the royal castle’s courtyard.

The Royal Garden, a place exclusively for the royal family.

Only those with permission from the royal family were allowed to enter.

Judging by Prince Felix’s shock—

(No way… Did she come without permission!?)

The absurdity of her actions left me so stunned that I fell silent.

And while I stood there speechless, she threw herself into Prince Felix’s arms.

Then, she turned toward me.

Her long eyelashes—(so long that you could probably balance a matchstick on them)—were glistening with tears.

And then, a single teardrop fell.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Felicia… Please forgive me!!”

With tears streaming down her face, she cried out.

Loudly.

(…Huh!?!)

Completely taken aback, I was left speechless.

As she sobbed, she tried to explain herself.

“I—I never thought that Prince Felix and I would be… d-destined…! Cough, cough!”

“Agnes! You mustn’t overdo it. It’s okay. Felicia will understand, I’m sure.”

“But… Felix. I… I took my sister’s fiancé…! Hic… sniff…”

She broke down in tears and collapsed on the spot.

Her delicate, slender body was caught by him.

(…What exactly am I watching right now?)

For some reason, I was the only one feeling eerily calm.

This just looks like some ridiculous staged drama—should I be expecting a washbasin to fall from the sky or something??

I reflexively glanced up.

Of course, there was nothing there.

The sky was a beautiful blue.

A fresh, clear, and pleasant blue.

If only those two weren’t here, going, ‘No, it’s not your fault,’ and ‘No, I’m the one to blame’ back and forth, it would have been a perfect day!

Despite knowing full well that nothing would fall, I still checked.

Maybe I wasn’t as calm as I thought after all.

(*What am I supposed to do with this mess?

How am I supposed to clean this up…?*)

No, but seriously, looking at my sister—

Prince Felix was gently stroking her back, his face filled with concern.

Then, his gaze flickered toward me.

“──”

Our eyes met, and I gasped.

Because in his eyes—he was blaming me.

(Agnes is suffering so much. You wouldn’t dare blame us, would you?)

That was the silent pressure I felt.

With my sister’s dramatic entrance, I had lost even the chance to argue.

“…………”

Um, hold on a second.

There were so many things wrong with this that I almost shouted, “Time out!!”

Time out? What even is that?

Oh, right. I used to say that all the time in my past life.

I even wanted to throw my hands up in a T shape.

In my confused thoughts, I suddenly realized something.

(…Wait? Have I even managed to say anything properly!?!)

The only complete sentence I had spoken was ‘Please stop! Raise your head!’

Other than that, all I had managed were the words ‘no,’ ‘um,’ and ‘I.’

Not even a full sentence.

I fell silent.

(…Come to think of it.)

Prince Felix called me here to talk, right?

But at this point, there was no way we could have a discussion anymore.

I mean, my sister was still crying (why was she even crying?).

I let out a sigh.

It was a very small sigh, but my sister’s shoulders jumped in surprise.

“I-I’m sorry, Felicia…!!”

And then, she started crying again.

Can you please not be this fragile…!?

My sister had been raised like a delicate butterfly, never used to rejection.

Although, to be fair, I hadn’t even rejected her yet.

I haven’t even managed to say anything properly yet!!

Hearing her tearful apology, Prince Felix glared at me as if blaming me.

He had no intention of talking this through, did he?

Where did that whole ‘let’s have a discussion’ go??

“Felicia. I cannot love you.”

How funny—

Neither can I.