She's Not My Sister You Fool

  ────── 〔✿〕────── As if I was running away from the ball which I hosted, I left the Dukedom’s castle without an escort.  “Madam, where are you going?” “A stroll.” “Then I will–” “Don’t try to follow me.”  Oslo, who was loitering around the drawbridge, found me and had asked me in surprise, but he retreated with a flinch at my short and cold answer. “Sorry. I’m not mad.” Thinking that I had vented my anger at him, I bit my lip and crossed the drawbridge.  ‘I’m so annoyed!’ I knew that Dietrich was being childish just to tease me, however, I couldn’t help but keep getting angry.  ‘Why am I so upset?’ My reasoning that it wasn’t a big deal comforted me, but my emotions didn’t think of listening to my words at all.   In the end, a dark red aura crept up and soon wrapped around my ankle.  ‘I’m really strange today.’ I felt pathetic for myself because I couldn’t control my emotions more than usual. And that made me angry even more.   Entering...

  ────── 〔✿〕────── “The fabric I’ve developed these days is so strong that it doesn’t scratch easily.” Crack . “So if Your Grace invests…huh? Did you hear something breaking just now?” Lady Harinia, who was explaining to Dietrich in a voice like a spring  breeze, point by point why Lagrange should invest in her estate, opened her eyes wide at the sound of something breaking next to her.  “Oh my! Good heavens! The statue!” Upon closer examination, the statue in the shape of a wolf that Dietrich was holding onto while leaning against the wall was crushed.  ‘Wasn’t this made of metal?’ Since he was a Grand Duke, it seemed that even though it was his own possession, the scale of how he handles things was vastly different.  ‘He seems to be in a poor mood.’ Instead of making a fuss while glancing at the crooked ear of the wolf, Harinia with a quick wit, glanced at Anissa and lowered her voice.  “.....Your Grace,are you all right?” “Yes.” “You don’t look that good...