I've been in a good mood for my sister since Noah joined the college.

I don't see my sister much in college, but she seems oddly happy to see me once in a while.

Even so, though it would be about me to be able to distinguish the look on my sister's face in the perfect lady's mask.

Sure, my sister was eager for Noah to come to school, but would that be the only thing that would make her so happy?

There's no way I'm going to ask why within a college with ears and eyes around me, and if it's a long vacation, I'll ask.

My sister met Noah when she was five.

Every year, at the beginning of the year, the Duke of Zephyrus (My Ya) visited his aunt - the first time Marquise Cellows Gerard brought Noah.

My sister liked Noah, who was only two years old, and didn't let her go for an hour until she left.

And he said, "I want to get married."

Until a little while ago, you said, "I'm marrying my prince."

But my sister, who actually went to see "The Prince," said when she returned, "I don't need a Prince!" She cried.

That's when my sister liked Noah.

I myself was probably quite impressed because I was only three years old at the time and I didn't really understand it, but my sister's rise and fall is as much as I still remember.

No, if they say that, can't they even forget it?

When Noah came and even a month later, my sister...

"Would Noah stay with us the whole time if I switched with Garbellas?

I said so. Face me.

"Oh, did you embarrass me?

I was shocked and asked back, and my sister laughed.

"No way. I love Gerberas. But Noah likes it the most in the world.

If Noah was here, I wouldn't need anybody else. "

I replied.

They said "I don't want it" towards my face, and I remember crying so hard then.

No malice at all on my sister, I guess I just purely wanted to see Noah, but that was only cruel to me at the age of three.

Now that I think about it, I guess that was childish cruelty.

And my sister, who was still young, became obsessed with her mother for wanting to marry Noah, and her mother was

"If you want to marry Noah, you have to be a fine lady."

And I rounded myself up physically and started educating ladies.

The phrase "if you want to marry Noah" has the feeling that it was the best killing complaint against your sister.

I don't think my sister would have said as much about me until then, but she stopped saying so much about me from around the beginning of her ladies' education.

And the following year, Noah came again.

My sister defeated Noah just waiting for her and burned her to look after her for nothing.

You look so happy that you're rarely seen.

He said he never even did it to me, such as carrying sweets to his mouth from hand to hand.

And I said to my mother, "Can I marry Noah because she's grown up? I heard."

I guess that's all I was hearing in my face about something that even I, at the age of four, could still tell I couldn't do.

And after Noah left.

After all, my sister mentioned something intact.

"All year long, I wish I was new year"

That's not gonna be a year anymore.

At the beginning of the year when I turned six, my sister finally got engaged to Noah.

It was unspeakable when it came to my sister's delight, but it didn't seem to be Noah's or Mandarin's.

That felt kind of happy to be with my admiring sister, but now I'm relieved that my sister will stop saying strange things too.

Was it when my sister and Noah were thirteen years old for the first time?

My sister's engagement to Noah was tentative, sometimes when they were young.

When my sister grew up and forgot her young first love and made a real love to someone else, it was meant not to leave behind a flaw (not to leave behind) of broken engagement, but she was dissatisfied with “temporary (it)".

My sister, who was seriously going to marry Noah, asked for a "confession from Noah," a condition for making the engagement real, every time.

However, that was because Noah needed to (...) spontaneously, so my sister could only say, "Take the“ provisional ”as soon as possible".

That's what Noah said, "What can I do? I heard that, so my sister stuck with me.

Noah is not guilty.

Anyway, Noah, who was five at the time, had not been informed of the situation around him.

Noah came to me to talk to me, having spared her sister who had always been so upset.

"Dorothy told me to take the“ provisional, "but I don't know what to do. Dorothy is angry and doesn't even talk to me. Gerberas, do you know what to do?

I know how you feel, but if you can teach me enough, my sister teaches me all the time.

As far as I'm concerned,

"Well, I know, but you can't say it out of my mouth."

I just had to answer that.

In the end, my sister kept complaining that she wasn't sure what it was until Noah left.

Fuck that, I'm gonna cry at Noah trying to get home and pull him back.

Somehow, my sister when Noah is involved, she really becomes like a child.

Too pure and straightforward, the feeling of my first love as it was at an early age.

I don't know if Noah is pathetic enough to be able to bump such a heavy feeling from the front, but as a brother, I also want my sister to be happy.

From what I see, Noah also seems to admire her sister, and I'm sure she'll take it.

"Well, it's gonna be tough, but I need your sister. You'll figure it out."

When I told him that, Noah looked like he was stuck in a fox.

It was a long vacation, and when I asked my sister why she was in a good mood when she came back to the mansion, Noah told me, "I want you to wait because I'm going to be the man you deserve"?

Well, did your sister's first love pay off?

I accidentally leaked a bitter laugh at myself for being unexpectedly relieved.

Honestly, I don't know how my sister feels or how Noah feels.

I'm sure love is something honorable, but I can't understand dragging my first love for ten years when I was five.

That's true even for His Highness Lush Past, who graduated from college the other day.

I've been dragging my mouth off when I was seven for ten years.

That's not to say that I hurt my sister, but that she hated me.

I have never fallen in love until today, when I was thirteen.

There are many young ladies rubbing against the name "Duke of Zephyrus", but few others, such as myself, are attracted to me.

You can say that even if you are, you are just attracted to the outside, or you don't have one such lady who cares about my crowd.

Will one day I fall in love with someone too?

Indeed, if the current situation in the Duke of Zephyrus (of which) is the case, I may not be tied to a political marriage, but I cannot imagine myself falling in love.

Perhaps he will receive his wife from somewhere near the Count's house without difficulty.

Oh, my God, isn't Noah more adult than me?

I have no idea what “the man my sister deserves” is, but I can't possibly not deserve a man as flying.

Everyone but Noah has admitted it in the first place. After that, Noah just feels confident in herself.

In the near future, Noah will be officially announced as her sister's fiancée.

After a long vacation and a few days back in college.

As I was ascending the stairs, pens and notebooks came down.

I also wondered if some courtier had done something to attract my attention, but the courtier who came down the stairs to follow them,

"I'm sorry, didn't you bump into it?

and I just bowed my head, and when I said, "Oh, I'm fine,"

"Really, good.

Oh, don't worry about this one. "

So I followed the pen.

Apparently, he just really dropped it.

He didn't seem to realize who I was.

I thought I'd help you, but I don't have the in-laws to do that either. That's what I thought and up a step, I heard something break from under my leg.

Seeing it, he stepped on a pen that was caught on the stairs.

I have no choice, I won't be able to just ignore this and leave.

"Looks like you had it here, too. I'm sorry, I stepped on it."

And when I spoke, the lady in question looked rather sorry.

"Don't worry about it. I dropped it. I shouldn't have."

I answered and received a broken pen from my hand.

It was six months later that I learned that the lady's name was Hooke Batoob.