Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

(Surprisingly, it's very acceptable...)

Like my calm in the mirror, I want to laugh out.

The fourth or fifth time I was so disturbed by habits that I was startled to accept destiny.

No, maybe I'm already exhausted.

"Ma'am, breakfast is ready"

Blurry, thinking about it, I heard a maid from across the door.

"Yeah, I'm coming."

What would I have been like the first time... It seems a long time ago.

I've changed my mind and personality a lot during this loop, so I'm a little anxious to be able to produce a good evil lady.

"Good morning, Father, Mother, Brother"

"Oh."

"Yeah, good morning, Mr. Amelia"

I head to the dining room early when I get ready quickly.

When I greet my family and sit in my seat, my father and mother return the greeting.

But my brother doesn't give me a glimpse, he keeps eating. I guess my brother deserves it because he hates me.

My brother Leonhardt, with his bright blonde hair and cool eyes, is nothing like me.

My brother goes to the same high school on one of mine.

He's a smart, noble guy, and he even does student council boards. Honestly, for my brother, I would be a tumor over my eyes.

My self centered self has caused a lot of trouble to my brother so far.

And we're going to call it even more. Unparalleled annoyance...

"Good morning, brother"

……

Speaking again from me, I turned my gaze to this one just a little bit and immediately went back to my meal.

To my brother's attitude, my parents keep eating without saying anything either.

Of all the loops I've redone several times, I couldn't reconcile with my brother once.

I remember even the third time I went actively involved, but it was all ignored.

"I'm going now."

My brother takes a seat after dinner when I say I should start eating.

"You're early today, Mr. Leon."

"I have a lot of things to prepare for because I'm moving in to second grade today."

"Are you like Amelia when it comes to second grade?"

I pretend not to notice, though my heart makes an unpleasant noise in my father's words.

"Well, I wonder who it is. I hope you're not born to denigrate the name of the school... there's no way you can enroll someone like that in Emoldauk."

I think I said a dialogue similar to this the first time. This time I tried to be even more sarcastic.

The first time I didn't know she was a civilian, but now I know I'm a civilian, so then. I wonder if it feels bad inside.

When I'm heartily satisfied, I notice my brother looking at me with a chilled gaze. I don't think anything more with those eyes on me. I've had worse glances over and over.

"What's wrong? Brother."

I smile and cheer at my brother.

If it had been me for the first time, I would have been hysterical to that gaze of my brother, but I wouldn't look like that anymore.

If I'm destined to be hated and convicted anyway, I'm going to push my way more dignified and scatter it gloriously instead of being a villain like Minotaur Sanoshita.

My brother opened his eyes slightly to my calm attitude and left his face. Rarely.

My brother rarely changes his expression in front of me anymore. His face, which I remember for a while here, is always a mouth tied firmly to the glance of a cold thrust, that's all.

"Well, I'll be there."

"Yes, come in, Mr. Leon."

"Be fully encouraged to study"

"Welcome, brother."

Eat breakfast while watching your brother's back.

When I'm done eating this too, I have to head to the battlefield.

(It's okay... I've already made up my mind)

The third time, my body remembers the gaze directed at me by everyone.

That was hard because you believed it, because you believed it.

"Then from the beginning... we just need to get along"

Mother turns this way strangely to my voice, whining small.

And I shake my head that it's nothing, and I take a seat, too.

"Oh, Mr. Amelia, have you had enough? I don't think you've eaten much..."

"Yeah, I'm a little out of shape today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get ready to go to school."

When I said that, I tried to go back to my room with a breakfast I couldn't get my hands on much. But remember one thing, and tell the maid to make a sandwich that pinches the rest of the breakfast.

"That's unusual. I can't believe Amelia asked for a snack."

And with leftovers.

I laugh vaguely at my father, who says otherwise, after the dining room with a sandwich and water made by Cock in his hand.

On my way, not my room, but the mansion garden.

Quickly confirm that no one is watching and you will descend into the garden. Straight across flower beds and plants organized by gardeners, look for the plants a little deeper next to each other.

I remembered earlier, the second time I found a wounded cat here.

The third time I left the house early to get along with her that would transfer in, and I couldn't find it when I came in the afternoon to see how it was going.

"Cat, aren't you there? Cat..."

I've always regretted what I put behind me then.

When I almost gave up wondering if he wasn't there this time, I heard a thin sound and rushed into the implant. My hair catches on but I don't care.

Relying on his fine voice, he pushes the lush leaves apart to reach the source of the cat's voice. There he is, that cat!

She has yellow eyes, brown stripes, and a large, splendid body that must be a long-haired species. The cat seems to be wary of this one, but his injured foreleg and long hair caught on the branches and he seemed to be in trouble without being able to move.

Once you take the hair caught in the branch, you hug the cat and get out of the implant.

"Good for you! Now I want to see you properly!

I'll water the injured foreleg of the cat I held up as it was.

I knew it wasn't that bad of an injury, so to the extent that I would gently muddle it. But the cat hurts and rumbles.

"Come on, man up! Cat, here... ooh!

I was caught with my arms in mind. To seeping blood, I sigh that this will have to be treated myself later.

"Look, we're done here, so please be nice."

That's what I say, check the wounds that made me beautiful. Looks fine.

I really think it would be best to keep it that way, but I remember the second time I was getting that wound done and made it worse.

After a while of thinking, Amelia gently rolled her handkerchief out of her pocket. If it was out of the way, I could take it off myself.

"Look, you can still eat this and go"

Give Cock the sandwich he made earlier, in front of the cat.

When I see the cat catching a sandwich with Capri, I'll get that body down to the ground.

The cat, down to the ground, glanced at the handkerchief wrapped around his forefoot, seemingly disturbing, but didn't think to take it.

After a short walk through the sandwich as it was, he lowered his back in the shadow of the implant and began eating the sandwich.

"Hehe, the same thing"

If I look at the cat and laugh, I get annoyed by the sound of the ringing bell.

I totally forgot, but I had to head to school.

"What I did... if you don't hurry, you'll be late!

A scratch on the arm would be a good idea to get a stipend in the school infirmary.

I gently straightened out my messy hair, and now it was time for me to rush to my room.