𖣔 My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess 𖣔

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My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess – Chapter 17

Translator: Jawbrie

We pretended this whole scene did not happen.
It was the smart thing to do, why fixate on the remains of a fallen sand castle, if you could act as if it never were? Thanks to fathers mediation, we were able to settle things and the acts of barbarism committed by both me and Charles would be scrubbed from the records.

Once everything was cleanly forgotten, the only thing that remained was Charles’ slightly reddened cheeks. It was much too small to be considered evidence of anything.

And so once this scene had ended, I was allowed to take Charles away and give him a tour of the house.

“What do you think Charles! This the famous garden of House Noir!”

“Woah!”

His reaction upon seeing the gardens was so good that I too snorted with delight.

While I may have said ‘taken away’ this tour of the mansion had been planned in advance.

Originally, it was to be father who would do this, but the role had been changed in an emergency. Father had told me in a voice mixed with resignation and comprehension that, ‘his majesty will probably be happier if you gave the tour…’, well, that was his reason.

In any case, it was the duty of a genius to carry out any task to perfection. I was very enthusiastic to introduce our home to my friend.

“What do you think of this garden! We employed a most gifted gardener to make this!”

“The one in the palace is better!”

“Shut up. Be quiet and praise it.”

“Uhh…”

My contradictory command seemed to have confused him, but I did not care.
It was something I decided to keep within the walls of the Noir house, but here I decided there was no need for respect and honors to be shown him.

There were two main reasons for this. The first was because we were both children. The second is because when I did use elegant words and respect to greet him, Charles had taken to accusing me of being a fake and causing a scene.

Ultimately, father and Oxe, who stood by Charles, had to discuss the matter and decided that such reservations were not necessary between children.

The man who was with Charles was a house knight after all, and he had been assigned as Charles’ caretaker.

They had also considered the fact that I was adept at changing into the necessary way of speaking in public.

“Duke Noir. Your daughter Christina is quite a lively young lady.”

“Yes. I don’t know what I did wrong with her. I have such mixed emotions, I don’t know if I should feel happy or sad…”

“No, it is a good thing that she is so healthy. …And she seems to get along with Prince Charles.”

“I see. Well, I am glad to hear you say it.”

Oxe and father, what these two adults with pretensions of guardianship were talking about had nothing to do with me.

I pretended that I could not hear them and continued to show Charles around.