My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - 48 - Even if you're related by blood, that doesn't mean you understand each other.

“…Huh…”

“Hey, Zachs.”

The boy with brown hair beside me, Marcus, nudged Zachs.

But Zachs was looking at me seriously.

“Please tell me the truth, from your point of view as her sister.”

“What? You never cared about history.”

“Now that Lady Felicia is here, it’s no longer just a story from long ago. At least for me, it’s something happening now.”

“……”

“And… sometimes people who look evil are just clumsy. You are her real sister. That’s why I want to hear your thoughts.”

His words seemed like they were about someone in particular.

(Maybe… Magnolia?)

I suddenly thought of her.

But it didn’t feel very important right now, so I let it go.

I slowly lowered my eyes and searched my memories.

A beautiful older sister.

An older sister so lovely she looked like a dream.

An older sister so delicate, she seemed like she’d break if you touched her—like glass.

‘Felicia, you’re lucky. Because… you get to see the outside world.’
‘…Sister, I’m sure one day you’ll go outside too.’
‘No, don’t comfort me. …I’m jealous of you. Because, Felicia. You—’

“Lady Felicia?”

At Zachs’ voice, I looked up.

He must’ve thought he asked a bad question when I stayed silent. Marcus nudged Zachs’ arm again, but—

I smiled and answered.

“I don’t know.”

“Huh…?”

“Eh?”

Marcus and Zachs both looked surprised.

Seeing that, I gave a small smile and closed the book in my hands.

Snap. I shut the book—and gently touched the page with my finger.

“If you look at it from a historical view, then yes, my sister is probably considered a villain. But I wasn’t there after I disappeared, so I don’t know what she did afterward. Now that I’ve read this book, I know some things, but I still don’t know what’s true or what’s been changed. That’s why I can’t answer the question of whether she was really an evil woman who destroyed the country.”

“…Then—”

Zachs started to speak, but I cut him off, or maybe I just continued from there.

“If I look at her as her little sister, then… I don’t like her.”

“What!?”

“Eh…”

Again, they both raised their voices together.

(These two are really close…)

I thought that as I tilted my head.

My pink hair swayed gently.

With a small smile, I said:

“My sister is the kind of person who tries to get what she wants without meaning any harm. Whether that’s good or bad, I just didn’t like that about her. Innocent people with no bad intentions can sometimes be the scariest.”

“……”

“She probably didn’t mean any harm. She just… did what she wanted to do. That’s all. …Sorry, whatever I say will probably sound like complaining.”

I put my hand to my mouth.

I couldn’t answer the question of whether she was a villain.

You can’t fit a person into just one mold. You can’t sum them up with one word.

But, if you asked me if I liked her or not, I have only one answer.

With bitter feelings, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I didn’t like her. I wasn’t good at dealing with her. …Even if you’re related by bl00d, there are some things you just can’t accept. Some people you just can’t face. …That’s how I gave up on her. Do you think that’s cruel?”

Even if we’re half-sisters, we share the same bl00d.

We were the only sisters we had.

We shared the same bl00d.

And yet, I gave up on facing her.

I thought, I can’t do it.

Even if you’re related, a different person is still a different person.

Sometimes, it’s hard to understand each other.

Maybe it was from my past life, but I gave up on trying to understand her—

when she pushed me down the stairs, and when she tried to protect herself instead of me.

I don’t regret that.

I don’t feel sorry for giving up on my real sister.

When I looked straight at Zachs, his eyes widened slightly—
then he shook his head.

“…No. Even family are still different people.”

As I wondered what to do about the heavy silence, I suddenly remembered a question Marcus asked me a while back.

“Is it true that Agnes Frenzel and the last crown prince of the Tsobellar Dynasty, Felix, were in love?”

I think it was during our introductions, then we talked about the army, and Magnolia showed up, so I never got to answer.

Remembering that, I touched my chin and answered clearly.

“By the way, you asked me something earlier, Marcus.”

“Huh!? Ah, yes!!”

Marcus suddenly shook his shoulders in an exaggerated way.

His voice was too loud and surprised.

“……”

That’s when I realized—this wasn’t just a quiet silence.

The air was frozen.

It seems even here, my cold, sharp stare is still strong.

(I didn’t mean to scare him though…!!)

I gave a nervous smile… but Marcus looked even more pale.

Can’t help it. I guess I should explain.

With a sigh, I said:

“…My sharp stare is something I was born with. Or maybe it’s just a bad habit. Please don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s not your eyes… it’s more like your gaze…”

Marcus mumbled something quietly.

I couldn’t hear well and tilted my head.

“What is it?”

“No, nothing.”

He fell silent, so I just shrugged.

As you can see, my face is quite cute—but sometimes…

Even though I don’t mean to, my mother’s sharp eyes, which I inherited, make me look very cold… or so they say.

From how Father and Lord Felix reacted, I think… I probably do look very cold.

“…My sister and Lord Felix were in love. They fell for each other the first time they met. That, I can say for sure.”

That day.

In the bedroom where magnolia petals were falling—without a doubt.

My sister and Lord Felix fell in love.

Her white cheeks turned red as she stared at him.

And in his normally cold, light blue eyes, there was warmth.

At that moment, I wondered something.

(…When did my sister cast her special charm magic?)

Because, they met and fell in love right away.

When did she ask Arnold…?

No, more than that—

When did she even start contacting Arnold in the first place?