"You are the eldest lady of the Xuexia family, the sister of Xueno, and the one who will inherit the family business one day."

It's painful......

"This is a matter of course."

It's so annoying......

"Remember, always remember who you are and become a good person."

I really want to get rid of ......

"You don't have to think about anything, just do what I arranged."

It's always been like this......

Obviously in the brightly lit room, she was like the darkness behind the moon, and it was impossible to see the expression on her face.

"So, is there any more questions? Yangno. ”

Kneeling in front of her, I bowed down and said:

"Not at all, Mother."

My name is Yono under the snow, probably made by my mother, the most ordinary, doll.

I was born in a wealthy family, and because of my father's work, my family probably belonged to a famous family in the eyes of other ordinary people, and I grew up in such an environment.

Grew up in the inexplicable expectations of others.

Having been educated as a gifted person since I was a child, I have many skills, and I can say that there are almost no things that I am not good at, and I can do everything that people can think of that a so-called genius needs to be able to do.

In other words, I can't really do anything.

My mother was a very powerful person, and as my goal was to help my father run the family business, she always kept her at a height that I couldn't reach at all.

I yearn for my mother? Perhaps, because that's how I'm set up.

By the way, I also have a younger sister, a cute kid who keeps chasing my back.

When I stepped out of my mother's room, I saw my sister hiding outside the door, and I wondered, what was the feeling that was surging in my heart at this time, and the joy of being watched by my sister?

Or is it the shame of being seen so ugly by my sister?

In any case, I can't show this without emotion, and all I can do is greet my sister with a smile that has long since lost its temperature.

My favorite sister.

"Yukino-chan, won't it be boring to stay at home during the summer vacation, where do you want to go with your sister?"

“...... No, I'm going to stay home and read. ”

Sister, she lied, without hesitation.

Speaking of which, I also have an annoying point, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a curse, since I was a child, I have learned the art of reading words and feelings.

This is one of the skills that must be mastered by the future family heir under the "training" of my mother, and learning to guess the minds of others is the most basic.

Therefore, my sister's mischievous performance, I only need to see it at a glance.

Maybe I don't think it's better.

"Then, my sister won't bother you."

“...... Well. ”

She replied like a mosquito, but she didn't seem to be talking to me.

After my sister finished speaking, she ran away and didn't look back.

It seems that I am also disqualified as an older sister.

Sad because you are hated by your sister? Lost because my sister lied to me? He also said that he was a little lucky because he didn't have to worry about showing his embarrassing side in front of his sister?

I don't understand.

I can clearly see through the hearts of others, but I can't read my own minds.

Abandoned by my sister, I had to go back to my room, pick up what I had read I don't know how many times, and start the time again.

I like to read?

No, no, not really.

What I like is being able to spend meaningless time without stress, books are emotionless things, and getting along with them makes me a little easier.

Probably.

I don't know what I like, but when my sister came to my room, she asked me if I liked to draw, but I didn't answer.

It's not surprising that my sister would ask such a question, because on the desk in my room, there are indeed paintbrushes and paints.

And I didn't answer not because I was selling off, but because I didn't know how to answer.

My sister only sees what she is interested in, and what she doesn't see is the reason why I chose to remain silent.

Like the violin in the corner of the room, like those obscure books on the bookcase.

My mother asked me to choose what I wanted to learn according to my interests, and she called these "skills."

There are countless paths in front of me, but probably the future I want to choose in my heart will never appear in the options that my mother gave me.

My mother's voice can be heard clearly even if I close my ears.

So, my answer can only be -

Okay, I'd love to.

Again and again.

My mother decided everything for me, and all I could do was follow the path she laid out for me.

Now, I may not even have the courage to question a word, because this courage is unnecessary for my mother, so at her request, I gave it up.

So I finally became my mother's crafts-

Dolls.

Squeak –

The door to the room was pushed open.

I refocused my attention on what I was doing, not because I didn't want to know who was standing outside the door, but because I knew that the only person in the house who would enter my room without knocking was my sister.

It turns out I guessed right.

The younger sister didn't push the door open completely, but just opened it wide enough for her head to stick in.

“...... Mother is looking for you. ”

My sister's speech was so simple that it made me wonder if she hated my sister.

Although the answer to this question seems to have been settled for a long time.

"I see, thank you, Yukino-chan."

“......”

Bang.

The door was shut.

To be honest, being treated with such a level of indifference by my own sister, I was able to accept it so easily, and I really couldn't help but want to sigh, habit is indeed a terrible thing.

I closed it without hesitation, and I didn't read a few pages anyway.

The moment I opened the door, I seemed to hear a nervous footsteps in the distance, maybe it was my sister.

Without much thought, I walked straight to the tea room, my mother never talked to me in the room, no matter who she was, she always used this rather "formal" way.

When I came to the door of the tea room, the door was open, and before I could say anything, I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes exit the room, and then walk past me quickly.

Someone you don't know.

While I was wondering, my mother's voice came too.

"Is it Yangna? Come on in. ”

"Yes, Mother."

Walking into the familiar and somewhat annoying room, I did not look up at my mother, but quietly lowered my head.

I just have to listen.

"It's your Uncle Uehara who just left, a good friend of your father."

I nodded slightly, didn't speak, and waited for my mother's next words.

"He came to ask our family for a matter, and after I thought about it, I decided to leave it to you."

Without waiting for my reply, Mother continued:

"Someone will come to Chiba tomorrow, and you will be responsible for receiving him, and by the way, you will play the role of a 'tour guide'."

"I see...... Well? ”

I replied without thinking, and then I froze.

Is there something wrong?