Chapter 25 (1/2)

Translator: Jawbrie

A pleasant humming escapes my lips.

Charles had now left and it was time for us sisters to have our usual time alone together. I was very high-spirited and the melody that my voice made was proof of it.

This tune that had popped into my mind was a song that had played at a ball I had once attended. It was that day where we danced to the barely audible music and then fell in a most grandiose fashion.

The song was played in a continuous, slow temp and I hummed along to the fragments that remained in my memories.

“…Mmm.”

For some reason Mishuli was now looking at me with a rather dissatisfied expression.

“Sister, you look happy.”

“Fufufu, indeed I do.”

I admit and laugh at Mishuli’s assertion. Though, it was not as if I were trying to hide it. In fact, I was feeling very, very fine right now.

I pat Mishuli on the head good-naturedly.

“Ehehe. Mishuli, it is all thanks to you.”

“…What happened with you and Charles?”

“Hmm?”

Mishuli was a sharp little one. Her words had hit the nail on the head and I smile giddily.

“Fufufu, Mishuli, you told me did you not? That it may be a good idea to reconsider my distance with Charles. And so I did just that, with great results.”

I don’t know, but it seemed to me that in just one day, I and Charles had become much closer all of a sudden. And this was somehow making me very happy. I am sure it was because we had deepened our friendship, but there was also this sensation, as if my heart was floating. It was most exciting.

And all of this was because Mishuli had been kind enough to make the suggestion. I pat her on the head for being so good, enjoying the feel of her hair which was soft like melted honey.

“…Hmmph.”

While I was in a good mood, Mishuli’s eyes were a little annoyed.

“Mishuli?”

“I don’t care anymore.”

Care about what? It was embarrassing for me, as her older sister, but I could not understand what she meant by it.

“Uh…about what?”

“It’s nothing. It’s not like I regret saying something unnecessary or anything.”

She said bluntly as if not allowing further questioning. Mishuli’s lips were now pouting as if she were sulking.

Then she came to sit on my lap.

From on top of my lap, she slowly leaned backward, entrusting me with all of her weight. I was at a loss by this affectionate behavior as she pressed into me, which was so different than the rebellious words she had just spoken.

I just could not grasp what her words and actions meant. What was this? Was this perhaps her rebellious phase? But if her rebellious phase was going to be this adorable, then I was rather looking forward to it.

Well, it didn’t really matter now.