Lets respect it.

Whether its execution, suicide or exile to a nunnery, whatever conclusion there is to Christina Noirs life, I will respect it.

She always followed through. By sacrificing herself she gave Michelie happiness.

That is the road I too shall follow.

Its all decided.

Theres one month left until the Academy entrance ceremony. I have so many things to do before then. Since Im going to change the direction of my life, I need to change the very way I have lived my daily life until now.

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 maids quarters. I had brought them here because they are necessary for what Im about to do.

Since I decided to follow the scenarios of Destiny Labyrinth, there was something I had to do first.

Its a crucial part of the scenario. Rather it is what drives the whole story my relations.h.i.+p with Michelie so I need to make our relations.h.i.+p 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 fathers 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.

Thats why I have to immediately recreate what happened.

Motionless, I stared at my reflection on the blade.

The sin Im about to commit, I dare say father wont punish me.

Hurting Michelie and pus.h.i.+ng her away, he will think its my rebellion against his claim that she deceived me. Im about to do a terrible thing to Michelie. I have never been deceived by Michelie. So, dont send Michelie to a monastery. The things Im about to do, he will surely misunderstand them like this.

Thats why Father wont say a word and pretend that nothing happened. Hell just overlook this as a childish rebellion against him.

Such a convenient excuse.how annoying.

I feel like Im going to throw up. My hands holding the scissors are trembling. The things Im about to do, even if Im not punished, I hate it.

It must be because of stress. As a headache starts to throb, I hear a knock at the door.

Big Sister, Im coming in.

..Ah

Michelie enters my room, with no idea whats 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.

Ehehe, Until Charles arrives why dont we-..Eh? Big Sister. Whats wrong? Are you not feeling well?

Whats 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 dont know what Michelie is feeling.

.Stay away from me

Eh?

More than hurt, she seems bewildered at these words Ive never said to her before.

Her troubled face is attacked by confusion. The weak part of my heart is screaming that its not too late to stop this now.

I crushed that voice.

W, whats wrong Bis Sister. Are you that sick? Ill call the doctor? It, it will be okay. Even if its contagious, whatever disease it is, since its you Big Sister, Ill stay right by your side!

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 Im 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.

..Michelie. Do you know your origin?

Ummm, Im Big Sisters little sister?

Wrong.

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.

Whats wrong Big Sister. You seem a bit different?

.DifferentHuh. Thats right.

Michelie is sweetly looking up at me confused, but this time Im 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. Its even easier because Michelies hair is so very soft.

Michelie. Someone like you has no right to the Noir family name.

Oh, really?

Ahh. Actually, youre not even of n.o.ble blood.

Oh Okay.

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 doesnt seem shocked at all. Its 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.

Seems you still dont get it

My voice trembles. because youre pretending 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 Michelies hair in my hand so as not to miss a single strand.

The top part of Michelies 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.

Michelies hair is easily cut off.

Huh?

Michelies hair was left in my hand as the red ribbon fell to the ground.

Michelies face showed the start of confusion. Certainly, she felt her head suddenly become much lighter. Michelies 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.

Um, Big Sister?

Michelie. You are. not. my. sister.

eh?

She surely has no idea what I just said, what Ive just done to her.

After coming so far, as I look at the childish confusion on Michelies face, the guilt that wells up in me cant 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 womans 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.

I am a n.o.ble. You are not. So listen up.

Bi-Big Sister?

My heart died hearing her voice. Looking at her uncomprehending face, it seems Ive managed to trick my little sister. I dont think shes seen through me.

Even so I mustnt waver.

Looking straight into her eyes I declared it.

You, are not my sister.

Im sorry Michelie.

To selfishly drag you along like this, Im so sorry.

Even if its for the sake of your future happiness, its 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 Michelies hair drop to the floor.

This is the end of our relations.h.i.+p.

Thinking of the burden Ive placed on Michelie by selfishly throwing her away, I know.

Michelie is apitiful child

..a

As if she finally understood what had happened, the light disappeared from Michelis eyes.

Now that I was sure, I turned on my heel. Leaving being the shattered Michelie, I left the room.

Calling me back, didnt happen.

..

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 Michelies happiness, I need not be forgiven, something like happiness I dont 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 didnt know.

Alone, muttering in my head I walked down the manors hall.

I didnt know, I would feel such comfort, knowing that one day I would receive the promised punishment.