Chapter 82 (1/2)

Let’s respect it.

Whether it’s execution, suicide or exile to a nunnery, whatever conclusion there is to Christina Noir’s life, I will respect it.

She always followed through. By sacrificing herself she gave Michelie happiness.

That is the road I too shall follow.

It’s all decided.

There’s one month left until the Academy entrance ceremony. I have so many things to do before then. Since I’m going to change the direction of my life, I need to change the very way I have lived my daily life until now.

“…”

Sitting in my room I swirl a pair of scissors around.

These dark and simple scissors are large and cut with finality. This heavy weapon in my hands was something I stole from the maid’s quarters. I had brought them here because they are necessary for what I’m about to do.

Since I decided to follow the scenarios of ‘Destiny Labyrinth’, there was something I had to do first.

It’s a crucial part of the scenario. Rather it is what drives the whole story – my relationship with Michelie – so I need to make our relationship what it was in the original scenario.

In the game Michelie and Christina were already enemies by the time Christina entered the Academy. Although the description said that Michelie idolised her sister, the villainous Christina tyrannised her and looked at her with disgust.

They never clearly said why. From the words and actions of the original Christina it seemed she thought Michelie was her father’s secret child born from a mistress and thus hated her for it.

But you know it was probably just like this.

That Christina was me.

That’s why I have to immediately recreate what happened.

“……”

Motionless, I stared at my reflection on the blade.

The sin I’m about to commit, I dare say father won’t punish me.

Hurting Michelie and pushing her away, he will think it’s my rebellion against his claim that she ‘deceived’ me. I’m about to do a terrible thing to Michelie. ‘I have never been deceived by Michelie. So, don’t send Michelie to a monastery.’ The things I’m about to do, he will surely misunderstand them like this.

That’s why Father won’t say a word and pretend that nothing happened. He’ll just overlook this as a childish rebellion against him.

“Such a convenient excuse….how annoying.”

I feel like I’m going to throw up. My hands holding the scissors are trembling. The things I’m about to do, even if I’m not punished, I hate it.

It must be because of stress. As a headache starts to throb, I hear a knock at the door.

“Big Sister, I’m coming in.”

“…..Ah”

Michelie enters my room, with no idea what’s about to happen she approached me with a happy smile.

Today is the day Charles will come to visit. She always visits me in my room before he arrives, which is why I had to do it today.

I must finish this before Charles arrives.

“Ehehe, Until Charles arrives why don’t we-…..Eh? Big Sister. What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

What’s about to happen, my determination right now; Michelie who knows nothings, tries to read my espression.

My face right now is probably pale as a sheet. I knew from what I saw in the scissors.

Looking at me, I don’t know what Michelie is feeling.

“….Stay away from me”

“Eh?”

More than hurt, she seems bewildered at these words I’ve never said to her before.

Her troubled face is attacked by confusion. The weak part of my heart is screaming that it’s not too late to stop this now.

I crushed that voice.

“W, what’s wrong Bis Sister. Are you that sick? I’ll call the doctor? It, it will be okay. Even if it’s contagious, whatever disease it is, since it’s you Big Sister, I’ll stay right by your side!”

She seems to have reached this conclusion by blaming my words on illness.

My self hate will leak out. Of course, up until now I would have responded just like that.

But I’m a villainess. I have to corrupt my soul. To let go of my beloved little sister. This is nothing more than the beginning of what will happen in Destiny Labyrinth. To make Michelie a true heroine, she needs a villainess like me to stand in her way.

Therefore I cannot choose words she can misunderstand.

“…..Michelie. Do you know your origin?’

“Ummm, I’m Big Sister’s little sister?”

‘Wrong.”

As my beloved sister had just said words that would make me happy, I put my arms around Michelie. Without the slightest resistance Michelie hugs me back.

“What’s wrong Big Sister. You seem a bit different?”

“….Different…Huh. That’s right.”

Michelie is sweetly looking up at me confused, but this time I’m not hugging her to show her my love.

I raise the loose strands in my arms, and with a short movement I twist my hands. Like this you can easily gather lots of hair without pulling hard. It’s even easier because Michelie’s hair is so very soft.

‘Michelie. Someone like you has no right to the Noir family name.”

“Oh, really?”