I Became the Villainess’s Brother

"Look, Fortuna. Just a little bit, why don't you use your magic on me?

Brother Langley urges me to put my boundaries around me.

But I don't feel I can do it today either.

Your brother has just lost his fever.

Snow is the only thing that hasn't fallen today, but there's still loads of snow around.

Me and your brother wear warm coats, but I'm still worried.

"Miss Fortuna. If it's difficult for Master Langley, you can attack me."

Unusual and toned polite Riley encourages me.

He bothered me because I couldn't handle magic too much.

I'm very grateful, but my apologies creep up.

Of course I don't want to hurt anyone with my magic again.

If you can handle it properly, I know magic isn't something to be afraid of, it's something to make everyone happy.

Isn't it typical of your brother's good healing magic?

Arianne broke a plate today and got hurt, but your brother just took the street and healed me instantly.

I can use magic against myself, but I cannot use it against people.

Even though Arianne is a servant with me, I cannot heal her.

She's a little vulnerable to injury, so if only I could use healing, I'd get rid of the pain right away.

My husband disqualified, right......

"Fortuna, after all, is it hard?

When I noticed, your brother was peeking right into my face worrying.

At some point, my consciousness seemed to have become scattered.

You shouldn't.

Both your brother and Riley are taking time for me.

Shake your head and pretend to be your brother, and I will concentrate my consciousness.

From the body, on the arm.

From arms, to fingertips.

Like lighting magic on your fingertips.

... All you have to do is push out the magic.

But my fingertips tremble, and I cannot release my magic.

Again.

You really don't listen to what your body says.

No, you don't.

My heart refuses, not my body, right?

I let my magic run wild, and I saw your brother like that.

I guess I won't be able to use it for the rest of my life...

If it's enough to hurt someone like that, maybe it's still good.

That's all I did that day.

Your brother works hard to encourage me, so I can't speak.

... that day. I hated such a sweet brother...

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The day my magic ran wild.

That day, I cried out for Arianne in the morning.

"Wow, I want to be a servant. Uh-huh."

Squeeze the handkerchief I lent you, and Arianne begs.

Apparently, again, your brother Langley has done the mean thing.

Your brother is always kind to me.

My sweet brother, I love you.

But why not?

The kind brother hits the servants hard.

To the servants who work so hard for us.

The other day, Arianne seemed annoyed by your brother.

If I or my cousin Riley stop, they will stop then, but it seems so terrible when I'm not there.

"It's okay, Arianne. You are a servant with me. You can't stop being your brother."

Apparently, today, they threatened to fire you.

Arianne is certainly immature as a servant.

But it brews very aromatic tea.

Her tea that her grandfather taught her is very calming.

"Sit here. Shall we have tea together? If you do, I'm sure you'll calm down."

When I advised her, she got to the table, too.

Tasty tea and sweet treats will calm you down a bit.

Why would your brother snore as a servant?

Not to mention to a child who is no different from me, like Arianne.

Arianne was my age and went up to this mansion as a servant with me.

Since I was born in the twelfth moon, and Arianne in the fourth moon, is she only a little sister?

But I'm still an apprentice child.

It's obvious that things can't be done well.

I don't understand you bullying a servant like that.

Your brother is fat.

I didn't care if the servants said it badly.

"Difficult to look at and contents"

Sometimes I stopped a servant from saying things that I didn't have the heart to do.

But your brother who bullies Arianne, he seems really terrible.

To the words of the servants, to the point of wanting to snort.

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"Dear Fortuna, let's come to the backyard today"

My magic teacher, Dr. Credil, took me to my backyard.

My usual practical skills were in the courtyard, but today they are rare.

Unlike the courtyard, the backyard can see the woods right on the side.

In the spring it is a forest with blossoming flowers, but now all the snow remains white.

Unlike your brother, I never skipped class.

But if you change places like this and work on them more than you do in the same place every time, you will feel like studying.

But I'm sure that was, like, alarming.

-... the magic... concentrate... the depth of your heart... -

You were supposed to be reciting Dr. Credil's words.

but......

"My brother!

What happened.

I was hugged by my brother when I realized it.

Black shadows overflow like snakes from my body.

And one black shadow pierced your brother's body after another, and the next moment, another black shadow popped out of your brother's body.

"Chip!"

Dr. Credil struck a tongue and cast some kind of spell.

Small, I think they squealed, "Failed."

I don't think he's the usual gentle, gentle teacher, in a ghostly shape.

I found magic raging through my body.

It's an abusive force, far from the feeling I'm always used to.

As dragged by the black shadow serpent, my magic has overflowed outside, as if it were intertwined.

Dr. Credil presses one black shadow after the other and turns it off.

And the black shadow that came out of your brother's body.

Dr. Credil looked back as he erased all the black shadows that were twitchy and crazy with tremendous momentum.

"Sleep."

In the words of my teacher, my unconscious brother held me, and my consciousness fell asleep.

◇ ◇

"Miss Fortuna. Why don't you stop practicing today and switch to writing?

"Are you tired? You're making it impossible, aren't you? Sorry, Fortuna."

Dr. Credill and Dr. Joshua seem to agree with you, too, Riley.

That's it for today's practical moves.

The two teachers will not be angry, but will unravel the stretched bonds and urge us to the mansion.

Dr. Joshua is tough, but he's a teacher who won't let you force him.

And Dr. Credill, as always, has a gentle grin.

That day, Dr. Credil was horrified because you alone held all my magic runoff in an emergency.

It was to calm the rampant magic that put me to sleep.

If Dr. Credill hadn't been here, he wouldn't have had your brother's life.

... all the time, I have something to think about.

Magic ran wild.

Isn't it because I hated your brother...?

I certainly hated your brother that day.

You've always been nice to me.

Didn't the slightest neglect of your brother cause your brother to run wild with magic...?

Everyone says the magic broke out because your brother missed my consciousness.

So I don't have to worry about it.

But I think.

Because the runaway magic went toward your brother, not Dr. Credil, nor myself.

"Fortuna, are you okay?

Your brother was peeking into your face again.

Because of the snow around us, it seems easy for consciousness to turn to that day today.

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

I gave my brother a hug.

Pom Pom and my brother who rubs my back.

Sorry, I love it......