She's Not My Sister You Fool

  The blunt-looking man but quite kind-hearted man wrapped his handkerchief around my blood-stained sole, then he put on my shoes before he stood up.  A bright yellow sunset fell over his wide shoulders. Long dusk was obscuring the field I was looking for. ‘Oh right, I shouldn’t be so carefree like this.’  Even though I thought of that, I couldn’t take my eyes off the face of the smiling man.  Not just simply because he’s handsome, but because he looked so sad. “You came here because you’re looking for the one you love?”  The man was smiling, but he looked as if he was about to shed tears at any given moment. Without realizing it, I put my hands around his eyes. “That’s right.”  He nodded his head as if he had no intention of pointing out my rudeness. Far from being wet, his eyes which I touched were dry with no trace of tears and I was surprised by the actions I had taken, making me flinch back.  “Ack, I apologize.” “It’s fine.” “I thought you were cr...

  Even the Viscount, who didn’t treat people who weren’t nobles as humans, couldn’t budge against the title of the Grand Duke. There were nobles whose hands trembled just because they touched a table that hadn’t been wiped, but the Grand Duke of Lagrange was especially famous for his unusual mysophobia.  ‘They said that even on the battlefield, after cutting down a person, he would wipe his sword clean right away.’ Dietrich Lagrange, who appeared in The Men’s War of Roses, didn’t seem to have that kind of setting, but it was strange.  ‘Is this really inside a book?’ I began to wonder if the world where I came to possess this body was not in a novel that I had read. ‘There’s also no Anissa.’ Although she wasn’t a protagonist, Anissa Euclid was one of the main characters but she wasn’t anywhere in this world. Great nobles like Euclid and Lagrange were bound to steer rumors. Veronica and Yuric decorated cheap tabloids with promiscuous scandals, but one could not find anyone ...

  It seemed like a long dream. When Dietrich woke up from a very long sleep, everyone but him had forgotten her as if it was some kind of a promise.  Even Veronica, who loved Anissa so much that she was wary of Dietrich, Yuric, who always took care of her first even while grumbling, and all the children of Lagrange who survived thanks to her.  There was not a trace of her left in the world.  Lancel gave the bedroom she used to guests as if it was natural, and the doll that she slept with until she was an adult was considered to be Rose’s.  Somebody had erased her. As insignificant as a scribble of a pencil.  ‘Why?’ Though he asked himself, he already knew the answer. Because the shadow that had been constantly tightening around him had disappeared.  All demons, including Baal, disappeared without leaving a trace. He was angry at how they dared to completely forget her, but when he saw people who seemed to have forgotten that Lagrange even controlled de...