𖣔 My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess 𖣔

0.1

My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess – Chapter 0.1

Translator: Jawbrie

This is an extra chapter that is from Mishulli’s POV. It is written in the third person and has a very different feel to the main series.

The eyes were smiling, eyelids just slightly closed, the brows were furrowed just to the point where they didn’t look angry. The eyes that looked at me like this, they seemed a little dark.

Everyone I had ever met had looked at me with such eyes.

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“…”

A lone girl was sitting motionless in the swaying carriage. She was a young girl of three, with golden hair that looked like bundles of the finest golden threads and the clearest blue eyes.

The carriage that bore this young girl from the royal palace moved along smoothly. There was nothing particularly wrong with the driving, but that was only from the perspective of an adult who was accustomed to carriages. If you thought about it, a three-year-old would surely get overly excited and rowdy inside of a moving horse-drawn carriage.

Either that or they would become fussy at the environment. After a while, they may finally become tired and fall asleep. That was normal.
However, this girl barely moved from the position that she first sat. She just stayed very still.

Her eyes that resembled glass marbles were open and unmoving, looking quietly ahead. The overall effect was of a realistic doll.

But this motionless girl did not so much seem as if she were calm, but as if all of her life force had been sapped from her.

“…Fu…”

Duke Noir sat on the opposite side of the carriage, and he let out a soft sigh so that she would not notice.

This may have been the result of political conveniences and expectations, but this girl was to be his daughter from now on.

He had attempted to talk to her several time when coming to pick her up, but aside from the one glance she gave him on their first meeting, she had not reacted to him at all.

Eventually, Duke Noir could not stand the silence and had succumbed.
Mishuli.

This child who had been born from the now deceased sister of the King. The only thing that this young girl had ever been given was a name and a small hidden room in the depths of the palace.

She was not even given a family name to confirm her roots. And considering she had been raised in a secret environment, hidden from the eyes of anyone, it was not surprising that she had become such a silent girl.

Duke Noir thought this, but then immediately regretted his near acceptance of the present. He once again looked at the girl who would become his daughter.

“…”

Their gazes should have been perfectly aligned, and yet Duke Noir was not even sure that her eyes were registering him.

Duke Noir was most struck by those lifeless eyes that seemed to stare into nothing. Once again, his heart was overwhelmed with resignation.
Well, she was only three. Perhaps she just needed some time.

“Fuu.”

Thinking this, he sighed once again and turned his gaze towards the small window and the outside.