[✓]My Fiancé is in Love with My Little Sister

Chapter 15

The dream that the Soleil of this life sees is – 1

It’s a dull iron color, she said as she cast down her eyes. Like an old woman’s hairs.

He opened his mouth to say it wasn’t true, but the words wouldn’t come out. Contrary to his own intention, he sneered and said, “Indeed.” Hearing this, she kept her gaze down and only her lips showed a little smile. Of course, it wasn’t a smile of delight. But it neither felt like she was sad. Right, if it must be compared, it was a smile of resignation. It was the expression of a person who has already given up on everything and anything. I knew I should correct her, but as before, tasteful words wouldn’t come out.

… … Why is it like this? This, this is, not like me. To hurt her. To make her show this expression. This, is certainly not me.

The faded green color of my eyes looks like the tinge of a leaf just before it withered, my parents too don’t seem to like it. She laughed one more time. She took a little breath and asked me, you don’t like it either, right? For a normal listener, her mutter might sound like a mere idle complaint. Like something that could be easily ignored. However, I immediately understood she wasn’t expecting me to deny her. It wasn’t like she wanted me to do so. She was pretending to ask me, but in reality, there was no need for an answer. Her behavior betrayed her thought that it was natural to reply with an affirmative. When I tried to ask why she needed to always depreciate herself so much, ultimately only a sigh left my mouth. It’s not that I wasn’t aware of the effect it would have, but I couldn’t swallow that sigh. I certainly thought it was bad, but I couldn’t take it back. She, who seemed to had been carefully waiting for my reaction, without showing the slightest sign of surprise, she strongly closed her eyes once, then soon she straightforwardly stared into my eyes without turning away.

Her eyes which seemed to radiate light were enough to overturn her assessment of herself.

That it’s a faded green color, I never once thought such a thing. Certainly, it’s a light hue, but I noticed that when you changed the angle, you’ll see they were slighted blended with a trace of amber. I thought it couldn’t be compare to anything else in the world, they were the only eyes with such a color. When I catch a sight of her eyes, for some reason it makes me feel happy. Completely and thoroughly happy. I’ve always thought it was a mysterious color. But, I never conveyed this feeling into words, and while I thought now would be a perfect time to say it, my lips only grasped for air and my voice refused to come out.

Something, an inconceivable force that I can’t begin to understand, is at work. I must say it. I must quickly say those words. If I don’t do this, I’ll lose her heart. Even though I knew this, my tongue refused to move as if it has been sewed.

“Ah, it’s already this late. I have a lesson on courtesy now. Soleil-sama, please take your time. You see, this child will come too.”

When I followed her gaze, I saw a young girl whose silver hairs were fluttering in the wind as she was walking toward us with a smile on her lips. The tea party that was hold in the garden of the earl’s estate only had two seats facing each other. Can it be that, from the start, Ilya hadn’t planned to stay? Indeed, she was trying to leave as soon as she finished the greetings, exchanging as fewer words as possible.

… … Why? That tea party, didn’t you prepare it for the sake of your fiancé, for my sake? 

As I tried to say that, I noticed that the young girl she had called “this child” had arrived right beside me. The girl’s sight wasn’t fixed on her older sister but rather on me, her sister's fiancé. Receiving her gaze didn’t make my heart flutter. … Although it certainly didn’t, for an unknown reason a smile rose to my mouth. I’m not happy. It’s not funny either. However, I can’t help but feel happy. I can’t help but feel amused. It was as if I was drunk.