𖣔 My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess 𖣔

0.2

My Sister the Heroine, and I the Villainess – Chapter 0.2

Translator: Jawbrie

The first thing that Mishuli felt when she entered the room was the slight sting of heat on her skin.

It was not because there was a stove burning in the room or anything. It was more of an emotional heat, it was causing Mishuli to feel a phantom heat.

And the source of this heat was the young girl in the middle of the room. There was a single girl who stood proud in the center, and an intense heat was pouring off of her.

“Hello, father. How are you today? Just as an aside, I happen to be quite angry with you.”

That heat filled glare passed over Mishuli and focused solely on Duke Noir, who stood next to her.

The girl gave him a look of such heated intensity that Duke Noir could not help but take a step back in surprise.

“Wha-, what is it, Christina?”

“Hah. Don’t play dumb with me.”

The young girl named Christina looked at her own father and snorted.

“Suddenly bringing an orphan back with you, how very impressive. Ah, wait. You, father, are the head of this Noir house. That’s quite impressive already. It can’t be helped then, yes, it could not be helped.”

“Chri-, Christina.”

Duke Noir flinched at the force of the anger-filled words.

“Just why are you in such an ill mood…? Perhaps you have misunderstood something…”

“Hmph. As if there was anything to misunderstand! I am angry, father! You good for nothing!”

“Good for nothing…!?”

She had not stopped with her overwhelming and heated, jealous attacks the moment her father had entered.

He could not even start to explain himself. Mishuli had never witnessed anything so vicious and relentless before.

What was it, this viciousness?
Mishuli was left in a shock from experiencing such passion for the first time, then Christina’s gaze turned towards her.

“And, is this the girl that you were…what?”

The angry girl stopped in the middle of her words as soon as Mishuli entered into her eyesight. Her eyes widened as if to allow all of the steam that had been accumulating inside of her to disperse.

What had happened? The answer came as soon as Mishuli wondered this.

“A, ador…”

The first two syllables that came from that shaking voice; Mishuli was now able to understand the reason for her actions.

See, her shoulders drooped and she looked at the floor.
She had been very surprised at first, but in the end, they were all the same. This person would likely look at her with eyes that said ‘you poor child,’ as well…

“Adorable!”

A very different word than the one that Mishuli had been expecting now echoed through the room.

“Huh?”

She raised her head reflexively, perhaps she had misheard her.
Adorable. No one had ever called her that before.