I’ve always been good at reading the mood. So, I play the villain, just as my half-sister Marin wants, who wants to be the tragic heroine. If I don’t, my father, who dotes on Marin, won’t let her eat.
Today, Marin’s target is Rio, the son of the Margrave of Balgoa.
“Okay, okay, I’ll pour wine over your head, so you two hurry up and get cozy…” I thought, but…