I Favor the Villainess

"Do you care, Master Claire?

It was Misha, Ray's roommate, who spoke to me that way.

Today is the day of Amor's festival.

Many people gather at the ceremony, and this is why we are so happy and worried when we dedicate our offerings to the balance.

Seriously, the bridesmaids are in one minority or another, and there are many sights of fathers and sons taking on mothers within the family or already established couples competing in the funny half with friends.

In that, I am restlessly twitching in front of the balance.

"... no, nothing"

I gave it back to Misha without hesitation, but it would not be as if words were convincing to me when I was seen like this.

"Ray has been out all this time. I'm offering you my best offering for Master Claire."

……

Your sister and Ray's rematch was told by your sister.

It means betting on me and competing in the balance of love.

I asked my sister to stop being stupid, but she didn't listen to me.

"Don't you believe in Ray?

That's what your sister said.

I had no idea why it was about Ray, not about me.

"Which do you want Master Claire to win?

Misha has asked me that.

"I don't care. I don't know anything about prizes."

I was angry.

There is so much absurdity, such as ignoring my feelings and taking care of mine at will.

"It's certainly not something you've been praised for. But aren't we going to run out of women's plutocracy?

Misha has said it in a rare teasing tone.

I was a little surprised that she usually had such a sober look that she barely changed her expression.

"Who do you think I am? Treasury Minister Dollar-François is my son, Claire-François, right? I'm used to being thought of by people."

That is what I said and truncated Misha's words.

But I think.

I wonder if the two of you are different from the elephant you have told me so far.

Your sister is my first love.

Even without the circumstance that I was mistaken for my lords, your sister was a lovely man.

As it grows, it gets more and more polished by people, and even minus the fact that it's same-sex, I honestly think you're happy that your sister thinks of you.

What about Ray compared to that?

You just make fun of me with weird words and deeds.

Think of it, that guy's been saying weird things since the first time we met.

I liked my same-sex stuff without any sense of timidity, and I did a series of sexually harassing things.

If you bully him with a businessman, the opposite is the beginning and end of joy.

If you notice, take it in on your father and become a maid.

"Was it also something interesting?

"Huh?"

"You're laughing."

It was the first time I noticed in Misha's point that I seemed to be smiling.

I felt bad.

I can't believe I remember that one and laugh.

That person, you better not be there.

I'm no longer a maid of honor, and it's really clean.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it?

"Now you look sad"

Such an idiot, and when I took out my hand mirror, it certainly seemed that I had a face that would not float.

I no longer know who I am.

I don't like him.

I hate it, it should be.

"I want Ray to win"

Misha told me to whine.

"Why is that?

"Ray is definitely a weird kid. I'm sure you've caused a lot of trouble to Claire."

"It's true."

"Yes. But that kid's thoughts are straight and pure. I really like Claire from the bottom of my heart."

As if to say about her ill-made sister, Misha said so in a warm voice.

"Master Claire, you don't actually hate Ray that much, do you?

"No, I hate it"

"... you're not being honest"

Misha laughs when she dulls.

"Misha, are you being disrespectful?

"I'm sorry. But I can't watch the last few days, Master Claire."

"... from you, how did you see me?

Second, I wanted to ask.

"I looked lonely"

Misha continues.

"Somewhere in the sky above, even though you are with this rather lovely man called Master Manaria. It was like right after Lene was gone."

"I don't..."

No, I couldn't say enough.

After Ray fought and lost on his own with his sister, I always had a sister on my side.

While I was delighted to have a lovely escort that didn't look exactly like Ray's, I felt myself missing that weird thing Ray said and did somewhere.

"So far, I think it's Ray who can make Master Claire smile the most."

"Such a civilian...?

"It must be because of a man named Ray, not because of his identity. He's a funny kid, but he thinks he's a wonder and a happy kid around him."

Misha laughed, though I can't tell the person that her mouth is torn.

"So Master Claire. If Ray wins, will you make that kid a maid of honor again? From Master Claire, if you can."

"I can't do that."

I am a nobleman, a nobleman who is also almost at the top of this country.

I can never say that I will bow my head to the people and become a maid of honor.

"Really...... Speaking of which, nobility was a hassle."

"So did Misha."

Misha's house is an old house that boasted considerable character before its fall.

"Then let's hope it happens even by miracle"

"A miracle?"

"Yeah. Miracles like those stories, like everything goes well"

"That's not true."

There's no way I'm going to wake up, when I almost said...

"Hey, Claire."

I had a sister.

Take a flower that emits a strange light in its hands.

"Sister..."

"Looks like Ray's still here."

With that said, your sister indicated a flower in her hand.

"The flower... no way...?

"Yeah. It's a floss flower."

It was a flower of light in Amor's legend.

It is the best offering dedicated to the balance of love.

"Apparently, I won again."

My sister stares at the legendary flowers, but she seems lonely somewhere.

"A little early, but let me make a declaration of victory."

With that said, your sister stared at me,

"God's balance showed in my heart. I swear to protect you here and now."

That was a passage from Amor's poem.

This is the dialogue when a tall man chosen for the scale tells his love toward a witch.

That dialogue like a hero in a story that once stopped me from tearing in Count Larnac's house.

Was this how a witch once felt when poemed?

When your sister put her hand on my jaw, she turned her face softly upwards.

I thought, "Oh, you're going to talk," blurry.

If you're a sister, it's not bad, I think.

But...

"Wait a minute!

I'm sure I've been waiting for that voice.