Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"Then I'll go"

"I'm going, Father. Mother."

Say hello to my mother and father and head with my brother to the carriage. In the end, the day passes quickly with dress fixes and gift selections, and if you realize you don't have time to think, it's party day.

(Though I wanted to get ready for a little bit more...)

I glance up at my brother's back walking forward. This is also the first time I've seen my brother face to face since that day.

Alex's birthday party will coincide with a longer holiday this time of year. Of course, Alex and I haven't met each other since the school was closed for the past few days.

"Lady, watch your step"

"Yeah, thanks"

Get in the carriage, supported by Al. Although there was no conversation at that time, my brother formally lent me a hand.

Originally, these party partners are served by my fiancée, Alex, but today's party is being replaced by my brother because he's the organizer.

"Then I'm leaving"

Al's voice is heard from the passenger seat, and the carriage begins to move as the horse hisses.

……

……

Heavy air fills the car where only the sound of the horse's hooves kicking the dirt sounds. My brother says he's sitting face-to-face, but he doesn't even try to look at me.

Even though my brother, who wore a swallow tail suit and stroked his hair behind his back, is a totally unusual outfit, that attitude only makes me a little sad about the same thing as usual.

(Now that I've heard that story too, I can't help it... sounds like it)

My brother doesn't ignore me just because he doesn't care. My guess from his monologue is that I am somewhat at at the edge of the evil.

I don't know how bad that is, but if I did put such a person in front of me, I wouldn't even want to look at them and be nice.

(So I don't care anymore)

I can truly accept the reality that my brother hates me.

Because I'm impatient, because I have a bad personality... because I lost to Esther as a human being, it means I can be more convinced than for such unreasonable reasons.

"You have a face that doesn't float"

Unexpectedly, my brother calls me and raises my face. I had a brother in front of me who looked at me with surprise.

"... is that right?

"Every year on this day, this one I watch floats to the point where I can see it."

I'm a little surprised inside because it's rare and really rare for my brother to continue the conversation.

It's kind of very fresh because I was usually just talking to him one way or the other. Even if the voice contained mockery.

"… enough, I'm floating"

Yes, the voice that answered just one word was a shriveled voice so that I could see it myself. My brother's face is even more distorted.... would I have been suspicious?

Sure enough, I would have talked about love in my dreams and as much as I would have liked this before. But I don't feel that way right now.

"... well, actually, just a little bit, I don't like the color of this dress"

So just for a moment, I decided to zero in on the real deal.

"I don't think it suits me... this color"

Pinch the dark, heavy colored hem and flicker towards your brother.

That said, it was me in the past who originally specified this color, and from my brother, you'd think I was complaining about the trivial color flavor. My usual self. I'm sure he's frightened and will break this conversation.

"... nothing"

"Huh?"

I hear a response I didn't expect, though, and I look surprised unexpectedly. But when my brother glanced at me like that, he turned his face to the window again to see what he thought.

……

……

I stared at the side for a while, but in the end I didn't follow my brother's words, and I turned my gaze across the window. It's dark outside and the stars are blinking in the sky. We don't know where this place is from in the carriage, but it won't be long before we get to our destination.

"... I don't think it suits you, I do"

"... what?

I thought the words that were thrown abruptly were illusions because they were accidental.... Unexpectedly enough to have reviewed my brother's face twice or so.

But before my suspicious behavior, my brother is still stubbornly staring out the window, so I guess it's not an illusion.

After a while my head has calmed down too, but I find myself in trouble about what to give back to the consolation words that I suppose have jumped out of my brother's mouth after all.

(But I don't know...)

I kind of feel like we've had a similar exchange a long time ago. Maybe it's your fault.

"... I wonder"

Look out the window again for a while, then whine slowly.

"Well, then, I don't care."

Worried for a long time, it was such an unspoken word that came out.

But I don't know, my mouth is loose. I felt so inspired by why. If you look at my face in the windowsill, you won't be told it's a face that doesn't float anymore.

As usual, in a quiet car, but unlike earlier, is it cash that now I feel terribly calm air?

Meditate your eyes slowly and leave yourself to the vibration of the carriage. Before I met Alex, I wanted to be immersed in this warmth at all.

……

So... don't even notice how my brother looks so sad at me like that.

□

"You're as fine a mansion as ever."

Step out of the carriage and stare at Wolfgang Mansion, which stands to a large extent at present.

Because I suspect that the engagement was set up, I feel unusual pressure as to why.

"I'm coming, Amelia."

But my brother, he silently kills me like that and walks straight past Stasta.

"Oh, hey, come on!!

He hurriedly walks out into his brother's arms. If an elderly lady enters without an escort, it doesn't make any sense.

I was angry and tried to hit my brother in the guise of an accident with a skirt swollen in bread with a pannier, but I was forced to walk faster with a steady face.

"... Amelia?

Walking toward the floor, they call their names from behind and stop.

"Oh, Will... and not Master McGregor, good day"

"Here you go - Amelia! Mr. Leon!"

Will and Scott were the ones who turned around.

Will looked a little surprised, but quickly turned to me with a smile.

"Amelia and Wellbellsley seem to be breathtaking, above all."

Is it because of his outfit that I get the impression that I just met him a few days ago, but only slightly calmer than then?

Will, who flushes the hair he usually lowers behind him and makes an all-back look more cool than cute.

"This is... Dear William, be in a good mood. And tonight, Scott."

My brother, who was next to me, looked slightly blind to both of them. But soon he turns to them and bows his head.

To such a brother, Will waved a smile as troubled.

"Oh, don't be so hard on me. Thanks for your patience today."

"Ah... right, sorry"

To Will's words, my brother smiled just a little out of his shoulder.

(... oh)

Is it because my brother and Will are all-back...... I feel terribly visionary on the sides of the two laughing at each other, in the eyes.

(This is what I thought I would do during this time...)

A blurry view of the two people having a conversation.

The boy I dreamed of... my brother... said he looked like someone...

…… Amelia, what's wrong?

The voice of a boy who has calmed down, but has not yet undergone a vocal change. In that voice and shadow, I dreamed... no, my brother's face in memory overlaps.

(No, no way...... no way)

I look worried and ask Will about this, and he says it's nothing and he's out of his sight.

Must be my mistake... or because the two hairstyles happened to be alike. I guess that's what Will and his brother looked like because they have very beautiful blonde hair.

(Yes, it is so decided......!!

I desperately deny the suspicions that have sprouted. 'Cause I can't believe the two people who are red are more alike than us who are brothers... don't you have such a bad feeling?

Because there is usually only one such story that falls between East and West.