Volume 1: Seven Years Old, Chapter 1
Being in a tree is great.
Thatâs what I thought as I sat on a sturdy branch of the splendid tree in our garden.
My name is Christina Noir. Iâm a genius.
At one I could walk, at three I could talk, and by five, I had exhausted all the books in the library.
The household I was born into is a Dukeâs family which boasts a 300 year history. Our garden has been maintained by excellent gardeners for generations. Even this tree that Iâm sitting on was apparently planted a hundred years ago.
Even after a hundred years, this tree shows no sign of withering. The branch that supported my weight was sturdy and I could feel the treeâs quiet but massive existence from the trunk that supported my back.
What was most wonderful of all though wasâ¦..
ãOjou-sama? Christina-ojousama?ã
The rampant, lush foliage obstructed the womanâs view as she searched for me from down below.
Calling my name repeatedly was a woman in her mid-thirties. Slim and tall, possessing a slender, straight and well-proportioned back, she was of a strict disposition.
Mariywa Toinette.
Sheâs the governess employed by my family to oversee my education.
ãChristina-ojousama. Where have you run off to, Christina-ojousama? It is all right. If you come out now, I will not be angry. If you come out right now, I promise that I will not reprimand you for running away from your etiquette class. On the other hand, if you do not appear right this instant, I promise you that you will experience the depths of hell.ã
ãHumphã
Hearing her lie, I snorted and sneered.
ãA mere employee dares to threaten me with cheap lies?ã
Whilst disdaining her futile search from my elevated spot, I surmised her deception.
At any rate, Iâm a rarely seen genius in this world. At one I could walk, at three I could talk, and by five, I had exhausted all the books in the library. Recently at seven, my most exciting memory was when I had won an argument with my Father, causing him to seethe with teary eyes.
As I am a genius, I understood Mariywaâs real intention completely.
ãâ¦.. Even if I came down and apologised, Iâll be struck with the whipã
Stealthily holding my knees, I decided to ignore the voices from the ground.
No to whips.
Ah, it hurts.
The etiquette teacher my family employed, Mariywa, always had her whip on standby. According to the person herself, she will not use it unless necessary. In reality, she would mercilessly whip me without reservation. Mariywa especially did not like my tone. On the first day, every few words spoken resulted in the whip flying about.
Even if I was the heir to the Dukeâs house and were to utilise the age-old sympathetic cry ploy whenever I saw the whip, Mariywa would state, âThis is educationâ with a freezing glance.
Absolutely frightening.
That was enough to freeze the heart of a genius such as myself. That wasnât a look that treated another human being with dignity. It was akin to a relentless, merciless glare â that one cannot express â to a despised, poorly trained horse and cause them to shiver from the cold.
Although, to submit to such fear, as a child prodigy born into the house of Duke Noir and christened with the name of Christina Noir, it would be equivalent to weeping. Therefore, particularly today, I boycotted Mariywaâs lessons.
ãChristina-ojousama? This is my last warning. If you refuse to come out after hearing thisâ¦.. Your lessons today will be stricter than beforeã
ãâ¦.. Ughã
Itâ¦.. Itâs a threat after all!
In the past five minutes, I heard the whip fly once, more intensely than usual, in the remote distance. My shoulders instinctively trembled, but not attending the lessons was my victory.
Mariywa was different from the live-in servants who worked here. The time for the pickup carriage to arrive was set in stone and canât be missed. In other words, if I hide till then, Mariywa canât meddle with me. Consequently, I would have to wait here until it arrived.
Perfect. Not a piece lacking, it was the perfect, accomplished plan.
ãâ¦..ã
ãChristina-ojousama? â¦.. Cheã
Bating oneâs breath, before long, Mariywaâs resigned form disappeared from sight. Finally, I had a feeling that I heard the unworthy, ill-mannered etiquette teacher, but surely that was my imagination.
ãI wonâ¦..!ã
Victory. Deeply satisfied, I made a guts pose.
ãHahaha! Mariywa! After all, youâre just a lowly servant! To think that with your position that you could best me, Christina Noir, the eldest daughter and heir to the house of Duke Noir! Kukukuâ¦.. Fuwahahahahahahhaha!ã
Striking a daunting pose on top of the branch, a loud laughter rang out loud. This was an excellent height to gaze from and above all, it was a position that gave a birdâs eye view of the estate. Therefore, it felt good to roar with laughter.
Of course, I had verified that Mariywa was nowhere in plain sight. Even if she had seen me standing on top of the tree laughing, it would have been difficult to strike at me with the whip due to the obstructing branches. Must not think grandiose thoughts. That big-headed governessâ discipline and her torturous tool were plainly lacking characteristics. I thought she wouldnât dare, yet she would still strike me with absolute conviction.
With that being the case, itâs best to stay hidden. I canât relax my guard here for if Iâm found descending, it would be akin to committing a folly. After all, Iâm a genius at cleverly hiding stealthily.
Just like that, I continued playing hide-and-seek.
ãâe -samaaaaã
Suddenly, somebodyâs call could be heard.
It wasnât Mariywa, but it was necessary to guard against the possibility of her advancement. If this be the call announcing meal time, then I would need to endure my hunger. This was indeed a wise decision in order to continue hiding and prevent running across anyone.
Doesnât matter who tries to find me, even if it was Father searching for me personally, I would continue to hide here. With that resolve, I quietly peek at the ground.
Lo and behold, an angel younger than me, that was shaped like a girl, was there.
ãOneee-samaaaaâ¦.. Where are youuuuuuâ¦..ã
ãTouuuuu!ã
The delicate voice trembled slightly. Hearing that voice, I unhesitatingly leaped off the branch.
ãFueeee!?ã
ãFufufu!ã
For the seven year old me, jumping off from a height as such this was dangerous. However, if it was for the sake of my beloved imouto, this pain was nothing. Safely landing, I stood up boldly and laughed.
Before the very eyes of the me who had jumped down stood one beautiful girl. Compared to the boring black irises and hair I possessed, she had light, golden coloured hair that shone beneath the sunlight. Transparent blue eyes that looked like a copy of the sun suddenly widened in astonishment when I had descended.
This angel was my beloved imouto, Mishuly.
ãOnee-chan has answered your call, Mishuly!ã
ãO-Onee-samaâ¦..?ã
ãWhat, Mishuly! You were looking for me werenât you? Onee-chan will always be by your sideâã
ãWell, thatâs reassuring. In the future, if Christina-ojousama runs away from her etiquette lessons again, Iâll be sure to call upon Mishuly-samaâs assistanceã
ãânn?ã
Mixed together with the angelâs voice, I heard the voice of a hellish goblin. Turning around, there stood the tall and lean figure of the old maid, Mariywa Toinette.
ãâ¦.. Why are you even here, Mariywaã
ãHow about using a smidge of the expressions that Iâve hammered into your brain as proof of my teachingsã
ãâ¦.. May I ask why you are here, Miss Toinetteã
For the sake of information, I sold my pride using formal speech that was taught by Mariywa.
The words I used were naturally the qualifying marks. That human-pretending man-eating fiend Mariywa answered me readily.
ãTo discover the idiotic tomboy who decided to hide in the trees, I borrowed the assistance of Mishuly-ojousamaã
ãWha-!? Donât call me an idiot!ã
I protested instinctively at Mariywaâs words. Receiving my outburst, Mariywa responded ingeniously with a raised eyebrow.
ãAnd the idiot would be?ã
ãIt goes without saying! Isnât that you, a person from hell, who would plan and scheme to use an honest person like Mishuly!?ã
Mishuly is the purest existence in the world. It was highly unlikely that this existence would willingly agree to child abuse.
ãHoho. Splendid work, Ojou-sama. As per declaration, todayâs class will be stricter. Have you prepared yourself to take a good look at hell?ã
ãSilence, hellish goblin! For the crime of deceiving Mishulyâs actions, quickly go to hell!ã
ãAhâ¦.. Ermâ¦.. Mariywa said that onee-sama was lost and you didnât come back during meal time so she was worriedâ¦..ã
ãIâm sorry, Mishuly! This was all your foolish sisterâs fault!ã
Preoccupied with running away from this hellish ogre, I had made my younger sister insecure. This was a disgrace and unbecoming of the older sister. To the worldâs cutest, younger sister who was worried for me, I apologised and hugged tightly.
Mariywaâs argument had implied that I was partly responsible. The uneasy countenance was swayed with a tight embrace, gradually turning into a smile.
ãEh, eheheã
Uh huh. My younger sisterâs smile was definitely becoming. Feeling the body temperature of the angel in my arms, I was convinced again.
ãAs expected, youâre the cutest in the world, Mishulyã
ãA-again, Onee-samaâ¦.. ehehe ã
Mishulyâs voice was no longer shrouded with worry. Instead, it was overflowing with shy happiness.
With my younger sisterâs worries removed, everything was settled as it should be.
One extremely trivial problem remained.
ãNow then, Ojou-sama, relationships between sisters are such blessingsâ¦.. It is already enoughã
According to the hellish ghoul, it appears that Iâll be on a tour to a hell known as etiquette lessons.
However, I must not show my alarm. The reason is because in my arms lie my beloved, heavenly younger sister.
Not giving away a hint of insecurity, I confronted Mariywa with a magnificent, daunting pose.
ãFu, fufufu, fuwaaaahahahaha! Naturally! Letâs do this, Mariywa Toinette! I will turn the tables on you, leaving you speechless!ã
ãStarting from those expressions. I donât know what youâve learned from your mistakes, however prepare yourself, I will reform that vulgar, manly way of speakingã
ãO-Onee-sama!? Thatâ¦.. Isnât that painful? Onee-samaaaa!ã
From a wee bit distance, I heard my beloved younger sisterâs encouragement. Holding my head which was hit; crouching with teary eyes, I immediately vowed to confront my hardships with courage.
My name is Christina Noir. Iâm a genius.
Started walking when I was one, spoke words freely at three, read and exhausted all the books in the library at five and remembered my previous life when I met my beloved angel.
At seven years old, this is the personal, rare story of a proud Dukeâs daughter.