Translator: CasBrin
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Letâs respect it.
Whether itâs execution, suicide or exile to a nunnery, whatever conclusion there is to Christina Noirâs life, I will respect it.
She always followed through. By sacrificing herself she gave Michelie happiness.
That is the road I too shall follow.
Itâs all decided.
Thereâs one month left until the Academy entrance ceremony. I have so many things to do before then. Since Iâm going to change the direction of my life, I need to change the very way I have lived my daily life until now.
ââ¦â
Sitting in my room I swirl a pair of scissors around.
These dark and simple scissors are large and cut with finality. This heavy weapon in my hands was something I stole from the maidâs quarters. I had brought them here because they are necessary for what Iâm about to do.
Since I decided to follow the scenarios of âDestiny Labyrinthâ, there was something I had to do first.
Itâs a crucial part of the scenario. Rather it is what drives the whole story â my relationship with Michelie â so I need to make our relationship what it was in the original scenario.
In the game Michelie and Christina were already enemies by the time Christina entered the Academy. Although the description said that Michelie idolised her sister, the villainous Christina tyrannised her and looked at her with disgust.
They never clearly said why. From the words and actions of the original Christina it seemed she thought Michelie was her fatherâs secret child born from a mistress and thus hated her for it.
But you know it was probably just like this.
That Christina was me.
Thatâs why I have to immediately recreate what happened.
ââ¦â¦â
Motionless, I stared at my reflection on the blade.
The sin Iâm about to commit, I dare say father wonât punish me.
Hurting Michelie and pushing her away, he will think itâs my rebellion against his claim that she âdeceivedâ me. Iâm about to do a terrible thing to Michelie. âI have never been deceived by Michelie. So, donât send Michelie to a monastery.â The things Iâm about to do, he will surely misunderstand them like this.
Thatâs why Father wonât say a word and pretend that nothing happened. Heâll just overlook this as a childish rebellion against him.
âSuch a convenient excuseâ¦.how annoying.â
I feel like Iâm going to throw up. My hands holding the scissors are trembling. The things Iâm about to do, even if Iâm not punished, I hate it.
It must be because of stress. As a headache starts to throb, I hear a knock at the door.
âBig Sister, Iâm coming in.â
ââ¦..Ahâ
Michelie enters my room, with no idea whatâs about to happen she approached me with a happy smile.
Today is the day Charles will come to visit. She always visits me in my room before he arrives, which is why I had to do it today.
I must finish this before Charles arrives.
âEhehe, Until Charles arrives why donât we-â¦..Eh? Big Sister. Whatâs wrong? Are you not feeling well?â
Whatâs about to happen, my determination right now; Michelie who knows nothings, tries to read my espression.
My face right now is probably pale as a sheet. I knew from what I saw in the scissors.
Looking at me, I donât know what Michelie is feeling.
ââ¦.Stay away from meâ
âEh?â
More than hurt, she seems bewildered at these words Iâve never said to her before.
Her troubled face is attacked by confusion. The weak part of my heart is screaming that itâs not too late to stop this now.
I crushed that voice.
âW, whatâs wrong Bis Sister. Are you that sick? Iâll call the doctor? It, it will be okay. Even if itâs contagious, whatever disease it is, since itâs you Big Sister, Iâll stay right by your side!â
She seems to have reached this conclusion by blaming my words on illness.
My self hate will leak out. Of course, up until now I would have responded just like that.
But Iâm a villainess. I have to corrupt my soul. To let go of my beloved little sister. This is nothing more than the beginning of what will happen in Destiny Labyrinth. To make Michelie a true heroine, she needs a villainess like me to stand in her way.
Therefore I cannot choose words she can misunderstand.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦..Michelie. Do you know your origin?â
âUmmm, Iâm Big Sisterâs little sister?â
âWrong.â
As my beloved sister had just said words that would make me happy, I put my arms around Michelie. Without the slightest resistance Michelie hugs me back.
âWhatâs wrong Big Sister. You seem a bit different?â
ââ¦.Differentâ¦Huh. Thatâs right.â
Michelie is sweetly looking up at me confused, but this time Iâm not hugging her to show her my love.
I raise the loose strands in my arms, and with a short movement I twist my hands. Like this you can easily gather lots of hair without pulling hard. Itâs even easier because Michelieâs hair is so very soft.
âMichelie. Someone like you has no right to the Noir family name.â
âOh, really?â
âAhh. Actually, youâre not even of noble blood.â
âOh Okay.â
Because Michelie is actually royalty.
But I have to hide that for now, and instead make my expression one of disgust. Even hearing this new information, Michelie doesnât seem shocked at all. Itâs surely because she trusts our bond unconditionally.
Without caring about her lineage, she has full confidence that our bond is the strongest.
That is correct, but it is also wrong.
I love Michelie. But even so, from now on I will trample her love for me into the ground.
âSeems you still donât get itâ
My voice trembles. âbecause youâre pretendingâ says my head. This can only be described as an abrupt rash act of violence to a clueless innocent.
Slowly and carefully, I gather all of Michelieâs hair in my hand so as not to miss a single strand.
The top part of Michelieâs hair is tied in a ribbon, but the rest is left to flow down her back. While making full use of her wavy golden hair, the ribbon makes an accent.
I have both the loose and bound parts in my hand, and then I use the scissors.
These scissors cut with finality. In order to cut through all the hair, I hack at the hair in my hand. Snip-snip.
Michelieâs hair is easily cut off.
âHuh?â
Michelieâs hair was left in my hand as the red ribbon fell to the ground.
Michelieâs face showed the start of confusion. Certainly, she felt her head suddenly become much lighter. Michelieâs hair now hung in a mess above her shoulders, her hands grasped where her hair had been, disbelievingly.
The cut off golden hair was still in my hand.
Michelie blinked blankly.
âUm, Big Sister?â
âMichelie. You are. not. my. sister.â
ââ¦eh?â
She surely has no idea what I just said, what Iâve just done to her.
After coming so far, as I look at the childish confusion on Michelieâs face, the guilt that wells up in me canât be held back.
In my chest, I felt my heart crush, my stomach felt like it was being ripped apart, I felt like all my organs were trying to force their way out of my mouth.
In this aristocratic society, the worth and importance of a womanâs hair, is something I am well aware of. I understand that in this society, you will be held in contempt just for having short hair. These emotions are so strong, it felt like they were tearing my body apart, I could only grit my teeth and try and hold them back.
From now on, I must feel this way for the rest of my life.
âI am a noble. You are not. So listen up.â
âBi-Big Sister?â
My heart died hearing her voice. Looking at her uncomprehending face, it seems Iâve managed to trick my little sister. I donât think sheâs seen through me.
Even so I mustnât waver.
Looking straight into her eyes I declared it.
âYou, are not my sister.â
Iâm sorry Michelie.
To selfishly drag you along like this, Iâm so sorry.
Even if itâs for the sake of your future happiness, itâs something I decided by myself. Without asking Michelie first, this is something I went and did for myself.
To show finalise our seperation, I let Michelieâs hair drop to the floor.
âThis is the end of our relationship.â
Thinking of the burden Iâve placed on Michelie by selfishly throwing her away, I know.
Michelie is aâ¦â¦â¦âpitiful childâ
ââ¦..aâ
As if she finally understood what had happened, the light disappeared from Micheliâs eyes.
Now that I was sure, I turned on my heel. Leaving being the shattered Michelie, I left the room.
Calling me back, didnât happen.
ââ¦..â
I walked down the corridor alone. I wanted to hit something as hard as I could. I wanted to scream. I wanted to distract myself from these feelings.
However, I did not want such a light punishment. For Michelieâs happiness, I need not be forgiven, something like happiness I donât get to wish for. This is my choice.
For this, one day I will have to pay dearly.
Whether it be with death, suicide, or exile.
In my future these are the only three options. No matter which, I will suffer in the end. Thinking of that, my heart calms a little.
I didnât know.
Alone, muttering in my head I walked down the manorâs hall.
I didnât know, I would feel such comfort, knowing that one day I would receive the promised punishment.