Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"You didn't make it."

I managed to come back to school after that, but at the same time as I entered the lift, the sound of a bell rang announcing the end of my rest time.

It was only for a moment that I walked around wondering what to do. There's no way I can go to class dressed like this. When I rushed over to the carriage, I glanced at my injured leg and decided to head straight to the infirmary.

"... excuse me"

Open the door after the knock and step into the drug-smelling room.

"Oh, there you are - wondering what's wrong?

I wasn't there the last time I came, I heard Alwyn from the nursing professor. As usual, he has unsanitary and innocent hair that doesn't hang around the school.

Nevertheless, his prolonged way of talking is so angry that it seems to evoke Esther.

"I hurt my leg. Will you call for a woman's salary?

No matter how much nursing instruction, the lady tells the young man to touch his feet in advance.

"Huh? Wow!! You're bleeding!! I'll get Dr. Maria soon ~"

"No, that's fine. It's not as injurious as it looks."

There is also female nursing instruction in the middle department, but it is not enough to call for injuries, and it is sufficient to have a light first aid.

"I'm afraid I've lost my clothes, so I'd like your permission to leave early."

In some places, the hem is dirty and unraveled after several knees. I don't want to expose my classmates to such a wonderful outfit, and now I'm both physically and mentally tired. I don't have any more important business today, so I want to get home soon anyway.

"Oh, oh... yes, that's right. Now just write down what you need here ~"

Run the pen on the paper offered.

School year and signature, it seems good with a brief filling to that extent.

"Hey, you're a solid student nonetheless - most of your ladies get hurt..."

Pretend that Alwyn is talking some perky stuff, but he's focused on filling it out and ignores it.

I don't really like this nurturing teaching.

He's a five-boy in a fairly famous house, probably teaching nursing at this school on the brink of it. My hair is always bumpy, I can't feel motivated or hectic, and I can only feel the impression that I'm doing a very different job.

Well, this status quo is similar everywhere.... the majority of teachers in this school are graduates here.

"I'm done writing. Best regards,"

"Oh, yes, yes......."

Give him the form that he wrote down what he needed.

Alwyn, who received the paper though, solidified while staring at the paper.

"... uh, Amelia Wellbellsley...?

"Yes."

"Of that Wellbellsley family maid?

"... unless my brother is your lady, I guess so."

I frown upon Alwyn for asking the obvious. What does this nursing teaching want to say?

I wish someone had just called me while we were having such a futile exchange......

"Wow, wow, wow."

"Huh!?

But Alwin screamed and butted the next moment.

I accidentally open my mouth and get pompous about that strange behavior.

"Oh, sorry!! I just wasn't at work during this time!! I didn't mean to..."

He had spoken unilaterally of a disjointed excuse for a while, but if you listen carefully, he apparently apologized for his absence during this time. Now what?

"I don't care about anything. I guess it was simply not a good time, for each other."

Whatever it is, it's not as narrow as blaming nursing education for not being in the infirmary at work.

But when he heard my words, Alwyn just peeled his eyes off that he couldn't believe it. He's a rude man from earlier.

"... shouldn't you be doing your job sooner rather than worrying about the past?

Besides, let me just include you to go get people and I'll smile at you.

When Alwyn stood up in a hurry to the words, he tried to run out to call people. But...

"... Um, Miss Wellbellsley"

As you pass beside me, you stop and turn to me.

"Could it be that when you came here before, you met a middle school student named Will?

Obviously not the same tone as before, that's what they ask in a calm voice.

"? Yeah, we met."

"... Really?"

For a moment, I felt his eyes shine sharply hidden in that gray hair just for a moment.

"Oh, then I'm coming! I'll be back soon ~!"

I twisted my neck wondering if it was my fault as I dropped Alwyn's back running in a rush of shoe noise.

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In the end, the nursing instruction of the woman Alwyn had called for was well treated and returned to the mansion without going back to the classroom.

To Al, who was surprised by my fitness, I told him an excuse I had prepared in advance: 'I was surprised by the big cat who entered the school and fell off when I tried to escape'. I'm not totally lying, and putting it together in a big mess would be like that.

Speaking of which, I didn't even see my cat in the end, and I still realize that curiosity is the source of disaster.

(Still, I can't imagine how evil you have to crush the Wellbelsley family...)

Think while being rocked by a carriage heading to the mansion.

What is a bad thing that needs to be said so much in my body...

(Speaking of which, you told this story to your brother once before)

It's about when my brother told me that ignorance is a sin.

From a young age, my brother had changed a little. I didn't play with the other noble children, I always studied all the time.

Even at home I always prefer to be serious and qualitative and don't say I'm exhausted. He was such a child.

(Now and in the past, you haven't changed much)

Although I can't even flatter you for being close to my brother, I was still a lot closer to him than I am now when I was a kid. I guess that's because I was young and honest and my brother had a little interest in me like that.

Is it because of the walking on the beast path or the mental shock, the lid falls gradually as the swinging carriage vibrates?

"Brother......"

One last word. I squealed like that, and my consciousness darkened.

"... shall we talk about analogy"

The blonde boy closed the book and turned this way.

I have a kind of very memorable feeling and a bad feeling in my mind.

(Nevertheless, I still... have a sense of ready-to-see...)

Apparently, the boy has grown a lot more than he had in the dreams he had during this time.

I can see the shadow of Leonhardt, but it's not like that, I feel like someone who's not my brother.

(Father? Mother?... No, you don't look much like the two of us, do you? Not to say that in the first place... more like this...)

Although I don't think I look that much like my parents myself, my hair color has been taken over from my mother in my case. My brother, on the other hand, is a very beautiful blonde unlike my father, my mother and I. Is it called isolated genetics?

When I was a kid, I remember admiring my brother's sun-like hair color and complaining irrationally that it was sloppy or unfair.

(Yes, my brother was really like an angel when he was little... I remember envying him)

Beautiful, smart, angelic looking brother. Once again, when I was a little brother in my dreams, I also have the impression that I was neutral and frivolous because of my lack of boned manhood, as I do now.

The sara loose forehead was thinner and softer and sparklier than my brother's now, and I still felt a terrible sense of ready-to-see.

He stares at his little brother's face, holding a mollusk like a bone stung him in the back of his throat.

"Even if we talk?

"Oh. Amelia doesn't know what's wrong, does she?

"Yes. Because the bad things your brother says are not bad things for everyone!

My ear hurts Keane to the voice of a young self who exhilarates and cries high.

I remember this exchange though it was thin. Apparently, I'm dreaming about that time because I fell asleep looking back at my memories with my brother earlier.

"Leaving food behind, throwing it away, breaking things, making fun of those who are inferior to themselves, that's normal, after all!!

"... right"

"What's wrong with eating what you like and leaving what you don't like? You'd break anything you don't want and throw it away, wouldn't you? Those who are inferior, it's not bad to be inferior!!

"That's because Amelia and her children don't know."

My brother takes a deep sigh. My brother's voice, which pales back, had lost a lot of emotion than I had previously heard in my dreams.

(As always, my brother and I had different opinions when we were little.)

And that's still the same though.

My brother and I probably have a different view. When we look up at the sky at the edges and edges of the world and share our thoughts, I'm sure we won't get through. Maybe the weather isn't the same.

And that distance must also be the distance of the mind. Maybe my brother is closer to civilians, and I'm talking from aristocratic perspectives.... there's no way the two of them agree on such values and opinions.

Everyone laughed that what your brother was saying wasn't "bad" but "beautiful."

"... Beautiful, huh? Right."

Looking aside at me angry, my brother seemed to be convinced of the word somewhere.

"Then let's talk about something that's not beautiful. … for example, a child stole an apple in a store and ate it"

My brother started talking in a quiet voice. I was just saying, even if it's about the story.

"You think that's a bad thing?

"Yes, thieves are bad things!

Confident in my dreams, that's what I return. Thieves on boulders are bad from nobility.

"So what if the kid had no money and was dying of hunger?

"Huh?"

"I really didn't want to steal it, but I didn't have the skill to work and there was nothing else I could do. What if you had no choice but to steal in order to live?

"... yeah... if that's all you were hungry you might have no choice..."

Apparently I'm having trouble answering and my gaze is shaking.

Honestly, because I can't imagine how hungry that is.

Stealing is a bad thing... but if you don't steal it, you're dead... then maybe you can't help stealing it. Dying or living, that's the choice.

"Yes, most people might think so, saying there's room for extenuating circumstances. … but it's also beautiful from the party who stole it"

Gimme that?... and wonderfully little I say it.

I guess I still don't know what the hard word means, but my brother doesn't care and keeps talking.

"In fact, the shopkeeper who stole the apple knew about it and beat the kid up."

I'm surprised to see my eyes open in my dreams about that word.

I guess it's hard to believe a kid gets beat up with just one apple.

"Think of the owner as a bad guy?

"... it's not obvious... I can't believe we're going that far with one apple..."

Besides, they're kids. It can't be a normal nerve.

I guess I'm angry with my dreams, my stomach and chest get full of unpleasant feelings.

"Right. It's easy to accuse a shopkeeper of beating up a child of being an inhuman."

My brother nodded one thing.

"But if the shopkeeper also owed money and it was best to earn today's food support?

Cold words that follow pale.

"What if one of those apples gets stolen, which reduces my child's food support?

I don't understand the words of my brother, little man.

But now I can understand what my brother is saying.

Whatever it is, it should not be violent.

But sometimes people have to fight to protect what's important. I guess the store owner used violence to keep his own children alive in order to protect his family.

If the other person was weaker than himself, to show more strength. Never again, let me get you upset about stealing your own.

That, too, I remember.

"In the end, the shopkeeper was imprisoned for hitting a child, and losing a parent makes his child a thief"

Negative loop repeated. Is it beautiful to think that it is a terrible thing?

And my brother says this terrible thing will be repeated for granted.

"Hey Amelia, who do you think is the bad guy?

The kid who stole the apple?

The shopkeeper who beat the kid up?

The guard who caught the shopkeeper?

"Then what about justice?

In this, is it a guard... he just did his job right.

But from the store owner's family, the guards...

"I don't know..."

In my dreams I answer that with a flashy attitude. I'm sure you don't understand a bit of what my brother is trying to say. My brother's story is too difficult.

... Though I don't understand that much right now either. You can't give me this answer yet.

"Amelia... what we know about evil and justice is actually very vague."

"... ambiguous?

"One way a person feels is to make evil righteous and evil righteous."

"Is justice... going to be evil?

"On the contrary, evil can be justice."

"So the truth is, there is no justice?

"It may or may not be"

For my brother's answer, it's terribly vague and appropriate.

But my brother said it as a matter of course.

"In war, for example, a winning country would be evil if it was just and a losing country"

"... yes, is it?

Young I don't seem to know the first thing about it right now, but it could certainly be something I would say.

If you win, the official army. If you lose, the thief army. If you change your point of view or position, your logic will change too. The hero of the victorious nation is a massacre killer from the perspective of the people of the defeated country. But there is certainly justice there.

Maybe that's what my brother said he was going to do. He had his justice... I had mine. Alex, who was an object of fear to me, would be a comforting hero from Esther's point of view.

"Beauty is beauty because everyone thinks it's beautiful and frigid. That's probably the closest thing to true justice in a way."

"So the bad things your brother was saying were really bad things...?

Back to the first topic. Probably about the bad things that were done to him.

I'm shaking my heart wondering if my brother's words, which everyone said were beautiful, were right. I am very honest and adorable these days.

"... I wonder. But I can tell you something beautiful because I know it."

"I know, is it?

Beauty is ideal, like a stick without the contents.

But even if I stick around, I can't talk without knowing what's inside. For people who have never seen it under the stakeout... maybe it's something they can't tell you.

"What... do you know"

Me in my dreams and my heart sync now.

Purely, I wondered. How could this little brother have known something about it?

"... not just a beautiful world."

The voice of his brother, who replied with a distorted end of his mouth to mock himself, was terribly flat.

"Knowing that… I believe that I am just in what I identify and judge"

But the words must have included a lot of thoughts, now I know. Because in the carriage, I heard my brother's determination.

In vague justice and evil, perhaps there is no real justice. But if you can pierce it, it will be justice. That is proven by history.

I guess that's why my brother performs the justice he's convinced of. Even if it's invisible justice ahead, he's already walked out.

(But that's not terribly dangerous... brother)

I don't know what justice is like in him.

But no matter how smart he is, he is a child. Even thinking about horizons wouldn't be that broad.

The justice he believes in...... is it really right? My brother continues to walk the justice he believed in at an early age.

"... So your brother knows who's at fault in what we just talked about?

Contrary to me feeling an unpleasant impatience, that's purely what I heard in my dreams of receiving my brother's words on par

Earlier, if you look out of subjectivity, the boy who stole the apple and the shopkeeper who beat it up, that's all.

Judging by that alone, they both end up with bad guys.

But I guess that's not what my brother's trying to say... I'm sure.

"... the worst evil is the man above who doesn't know what's going on... a great man"

His voice rocks as he hits and changes from the way he was before.

And my brother, who had never had the lust to give me verbal consideration, dared to choose a language that was easy to understand and gentle.

"No, you don't. I don't want to know."

That's what I told him to throw up. His eyes are freezing cold.

"If they only knew it and carried out the beauty...... children, shopkeepers and family could have been helped with everything"

Since this time, is my brother in captivity to save everything?

If you do the beauty thing, it won't be the prettiest thing ever. But it's all a theory of results.

In fact, how many beautiful things have been arranged, and nothing will change unless they are executed.

(Oh, but... right. That's why your brother says beautiful things)

If a "great man" doesn't even say something beautiful... it's more desperate to make it happen.

I guess that's why my brother says. Whether it's an ideal that won't even come true, or a great, biased idea... if you don't tell me, it won't reach anyone's ear or heart.

"... I just didn't know it was evil. It's awful."

In my dreams I chewed my lips off and groaned, blocking my brother's words.

I seem to have noticed a boulder saying that I am a "great man" in my dreams and that I am included.

And that was a guess at my words earlier... and that's why my brother chose words.

But isn't there anything you can do that you don't know? There are many things any human being doesn't know. Not to mention this I'm a young child.

You have to know that just like you do. Oh, my God, that's the earliest ego and it's a push.

"Amelia, people are born with roles and responsibilities. And there is not even worth living in what you renounce it"

I wondered if my heart had been spotted. But my brother's eyes, who looked up, were not looking at me. My brother, with his eyes closed tightly, wondered to whom he muttered the words.

But I don't notice in my dreams. I was told that I was evil... and it wasn't even worth living, so I don't even care about my brother.

"Ignorance of the powerful is a sin... Remember, Amelia"

I guess the older brother who decided so without telling is different from the older brother.

He doesn't see despair in his eyes anymore. Hidden in thin eyelids, there are only beautiful green cubes frozen.

With the vibration of the carriage stopping, consciousness was inadvertently raised.

Ma'am, we're here.

Al calls me from outside the door and responds reflexively.

(... it was still a bad aftertaste)

It's a dream, so I don't know how credible that was when I saw it earlier.

Maybe he's been legged in my head.

(But somehow... yeah, I think so)

My brother, who always says things right and beautiful.

My brother was often regarded as the kind of person who painted clean and white, but he may really be the opposite. I guess that's why I was trying to be extra. To make the tenacious justice he strives for real.

"... I can't believe I didn't notice that until I was so obstinate"

Could I have noticed that discomfort if I had looked at my brother more properly?

Could I have noticed my real brother under the stakeout?

"Ma'am? What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing. I'm coming down now."

Something that has been somewhat delayed will not be injured on the grounds of injury. On another voice call from Al, he moved his painful leg and took a seat.

"There was a dress try on today's appointment... shall we change the day"

On the road to the mansion, Al speaks to me that way and tilts his neck. Trying on a dress...... a dress?

Al leans his neck wonderfully at me like that and opens his mouth.

"The dress that was prepared for Master Wolfgang's birthday banquet arrived today."

Blood draws attention to the word at once.

(Speaking of which... not soon...)

Alex's birthday party...... sounds cute, but it's not really that cute. Especially for me.

(I totally forgot...... that sucks)

The dress order was made before the repetition began.

The party was the last time I attended, too, and then there were so many things that I was totally driven out of consciousness.

"Ma'am?... Could it have been that you didn't intend to participate"

I guess Al came up with something for me to look pale and shut up about. He's listening to me and Alex fighting.

"No, I just didn't feel any better. Can you turn the fitting around tomorrow?

Yes, of course.

Honestly, I wanted to be absent as Al put it, but it doesn't work either. Esther will be at this party.

(Besides, let's just say it was just fine... Alex has something to ask)

This is a story nobody wants to hear. Though I was wondering how to be alone with him, my fiancée would always have a chance to be alone without being suspicious at the party.

(The question is, will he answer my question...)

The answer is no. Maybe you won't even listen to me properly.

I don't know how to pull him into this pace...... that's the biggest problem.

(Maybe your relationship with Alex will change as well as your brother...)

I didn't think it was going to get any worse than it is now, but it seems there's something down there.

When the hell are we going to get to the bottom and do it?

(Oh, my oasis isn't here...)

There's still a lot to think about.

He dived through the mansion door, feeling heavy on his back.