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chapter 64
Did she eat something bad?
Felix, who had been about to pat Canis on the back after seeing her stomach upset, was equally taken aback when he saw May’s face.
“What’s… going on?”
Why did she look so… serious?
No, to be precise, “serious” wasn’t the right word.
The silver-haired, blue-eyed girl looked pale, as if she had seen a ghost.
And there was cold sweat forming on her forehead.
Compared to Canis, who simply said she wasn’t feeling well, May looked far more like a patient.
Felix glanced at Canis.
Here, it would be better for Canis, the older sister, to step in rather than himself or Aiden, who had no connection with the girl.
After all, it seemed like Canis herself was the cause.
But Canis just stayed still as time passed.
Eventually, Felix awkwardly spoke.
“Uh… May… right?”
“…….”
“You look worse than she does.”
“Older sister, what’s wrong with your condition?”
And he was ignored.
Come to think of it, Felix wasn’t the type to get angry just because a junior openly treated him like an invisible person.
If he couldn’t handle being ignored, he and Aiden would have already had a fistfight.
“Ah.”
“Older sister?”
“I’m fine now.”
Finally, Canis regained her composure.
Even so, May still looked uneasy.
“The next match is right after this. Don’t you need rest? Maybe we could ask the professors for permission…”
“Yes, Canis. Maybe it would be better to rest a bit.”
“No need for that.”
Aiden poured cold water on May and Felix’s concern.
“Nothing will happen to Escliff.”
And he was right.
Other than a slightly queasy stomach, Canis was completely fine.
At least, that’s how she felt.
[Winner: Allen Great!]
At that moment, the announcer’s voice rang out.
It was the end of the match in the fourth group of the quarterfinals.
Canis shook herself off and stood up.
Her gaze turned toward May.
“…….”
Though both were standing, Canis was about ten centimeters taller than May.
Naturally, Canis looked down at her sister.
Their blue eyes, a feature that made it clear they were sisters despite their opposite appearances, met.
And then—
“Older sister…?”
Canis’s hand gently rested atop May’s head.
“Don’t worry.”
As May’s mouth opened, Canis blushed slightly and averted her gaze.
“I’ll cut it cleanly.”
“…!”
May’s eyes widened.
But her rounded eyes soon folded into a gentle, angelic smile.
“…Yes!”
And from about five meters away in the spectator seats, a normal boy—Boy A—watched all this and thought:
“What did I just hear?”
What did she mean by “cut”? An arm?
Was she really going to cut the arm she mentioned earlier?
From the beginning, the conversation near Escliff had been strange.
And what’s with this atmosphere?
Why is there a glow around Princess Escliff?
Wasn’t a younger sister supposed to be like a wild gorilla or a piglet?
How could such sibling affection exist in the world?
He let out an enlightened laugh.
“This is crazy.”
A noblewoman of the ducal family, always at the bottom, suddenly awakening and defeating everyone who had ignored her—she was such a protagonist.
And the people around her were no less remarkable.
A brilliant and handsome crown prince.
A silent, wolf-like third prince.
A typical hot-blooded sidekick, the second son of a red-haired count.
A cute silver-haired, blue-eyed sister with a siscon vibe.
A cousin duchess serving as a rival.
“Wow.”
Each character had such strong individuality.
It was as if someone had crafted them perfectly as supporting characters for the protagonist.
“Heh heh.”
“She laughed. She actually said ‘heh heh’!”
Moreover, they even laughed “heh heh.”
At this point, it was terrifying.
“If I get involved with those guys, my peaceful future plans are ruined.”
His future goal was simple:
Study diligently, graduate from the academy with decent grades, become a wizard, and live a leisurely country life with his parents.
To achieve that, he must never, ever come into contact with the eye of the storm that was them.
If the protagonist is involved, it’s enough to just hear passing lines like: “What? Princess Escliff solved such a difficult problem? Amazing!”
“I didn’t expect them to come right next to where I was dozing off… but I can quietly slip out now without being noticed.”
Boy A tried to quietly stand up without attracting attention—
“Ugh!”
—until he almost tripped over the chair!
“This is bad. I don’t want to be noticed!”
He panicked and glanced at them.
But…
“Before that, shouldn’t we introduce ourselves? I think we met last time, second princess.”
“Ah, yes. I believe so.”
“Oddly cold. Why?”
“Because you’re unpleasant. Change that laugh of yours.”
“Hm, my late mother laughed like this.”
“…Damn.”
Surprisingly, none of them paid any attention to him!
Boy A finally remembered his special skill.
He was too ordinary, completely unnoticeable.
“Phew.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, he stood up with a fresh face.
“Today, I survived another crisis!”
His peaceful academy life seemed set to continue.
At least for now.
“Ugh. This is strangely irritating.”
Having naturally exited, I wiped my mouth and frowned.
Although this was the first time in this body, I knew what this symptom meant.
Either something I ate today had gone bad, or some suspicious drug was mixed in.
I hoped it was the latter.
Hunters can detect poisons that harm the body, but not spoiled food or medicine.
And as for someone giving me a suspicious drug…
“Too many possibilities.”
Yes.
There were too many, and that was the problem.
“You don’t look well, huh?”
Especially him.
Claude, who had crushed his opponent, looked impossibly clean for someone who had just finished a match.
“You didn’t—”
“No poison was added.”
He tilted his head.
“And even if it had been, it wouldn’t matter, right?”
“?”
“To properly penalize our great genius sister, that’s the only way the game works.”
What?
He bullied Canis plenty when she was a non-mage and now talks about fairness? Hypocrisy at its finest.
But, well.
“Not entirely wrong.”
I smirked.
“Blink once, and I could kill you without trouble.”
“What…!”
“Try to be careful, will you?”
I grabbed Claude’s shoulder as he flinched and pressed close to him.
Then I whispered into his ear.
“Accidents can happen during a match, little brother.”
Claude inhaled sharply.
He had been so confident before, but after getting hit last time, he seemed intimidated.
Siblings always need a good smack to behave. Such a troublesome existence.
Even in past and present lives, my younger brothers are always like this.
“Since you’re my little brother, act cute and brotherly.”
I pressed down harder on his shoulder.
My strength stat is A-rank.
For ordinary magician Claude, it could feel overwhelming.
“If you even lick my foot, I might forgive you.”
“Hah! Ridiculous.”
Smack!
Claude brushed away my hand irritably.
“You’ve never treated me like a brother, either.”
