Chapter 3 (1/2)

TL notes:{ I suck ass at translating stuff and my Japanese is bare bone basics (I didn’t even get through the Genki 2 book) so don’t expect much from this. If anyone wants to translate this/ is better than me by all means please do. For now I plan to translate the next chapter in my free time so do tell me. Welp here it is I guess. }

TRANSLATIONS ARE PROBABLY INCORRECT. YOU ARE PROBABLY BETTER OFF READING RAW MTL. * marks sentences I’m not too sure on.

Suggestions are welcome.

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Mishuly is pulling precious blood.*

Born from the duke’s family, I had royal blood but I couldn’t compare with Mishuly.

According to knowledge from my previous life, I knew the king’s younger sister secretly gave birth to Mishuly.

As far as I know, she isn’t married to anyone. Or rather, she’s already dead. Judging from the timing, I fear that Mishuly’s birth may have caused it.

While not mentioned in my past life’s memories, Mishuly’s unique position was probably caused by some political circumstances.*

In this situation, Mishuly was born and raised for 4 years. She was taken in by my father to become a member of the Noir family as my younger sister.

I could make this conjecture due to my memories, but there are some differences.

Namely: me.

From my memories, I would have continued to misunderstand and think Mishuly was from father’s mistress.

Because such discrimination never started in the first place, I managed to get along with Mishuly. If I was to have misunderstood and thought Mishuly was came from a mistress, I would have shunned her and tyrannized her. *

Ten years later, when she gets friendly with the crowned prince and the other high-spec boys, I would consider her a nuisance.* And finally, when Mishuly is revealed to be part of the royal family, the villainous daughter will receive her reward. Thus the unavoidable fate of suicide, execution, or exiled to a monastery awaits me.

However, this is impossible to happen.

First of all, I regained my past life’s memories before I judged Mishuly to be a mistress’s daughter. At this point, it’s already different. Also, presently, I am Mishuly’s prisoner. From my knowledge, I would have left behind a terrible would on Mishuly both physically and mentally, but now I can’t even imagine doing such a thing.

If I were to injure Mishuly, father will lose his position and she would become the Duchess of this country. With this weight, I swore that I wouldn’t harm Mishuly. Regarding this and that towards the boys…… well, there is no suitable partner for Mishuly, but this is my right as an older sister. Therefore, I can’t be blamed.

What’s the difference?

The answer is obvious.*

Perhaps I was born a genius or something.

From my memories, Christina Noir wasn’t a smart woman.

From an outsider perspective, you couldn’t even consider her a human. Frankly speaking, it would be miserable to look at a woman so stupid and emotional.

I’m not singing praises about myself but I’m not like that. For I, a born and raised genius who excels at reading the situation, paying attention to my environment was a breeze. Most importantly, for the sake of my sister’s happiness I would be glade to burn this life away.*

In other words, the conclusion is this:

Regardless of my memories, Mishuly and I have a happy, harmonious, and rosy colored relationship.

“FuFu”

As I thinking, laughter slipped out.

A laugh I was unable to suppress swelled up and I puffed my chest in a dignified manner and laughed loudly.

“FuFuFU, Fuwa—HaHaHaHa!”

“From here I was going to start the practice to the dance steps so why the loud laughter, Christina-ojou”

“Just escaping from reality”

In front of my eyes, the excessively strict reality towers over me. I whose eyes lie on Mariywa Toinette, wanted to escape back to my memories.

And so the item so called dance was added on to the etiquette lessons.