Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

How easy it is to resent people.

I don't need one big reason, because all I need is the feeling of hating that person.

How nice it feels to resent people.

Because all you have to do is throw all the blame on that person and unilaterally decide it is evil.

Because if you even hate that guy, you don't need to look at yourself...

She was born as the three daughters of the House of the Duke of Filialeggis.

Warm family, friendly servants, property and status allowed to any wagamama, she had been promised everything from birth.

She had a twin sister like that.

Glowing silver hair, eyes of different colors: peach and empty. He was a beautiful sister of no other human being apart: extinction, with colours that did not seem to have a blood connection to the family.

But her twin sister was born without magic. The higher the magic, the better the aristocratic society, and that was fatal for the son of the righteous Duke.

For this reason, from the moment of his birth, his sister was affixed a "Abominable Child" rettel.

While his parents abhorred his sister because of its creepiness, he had prepared a crowded living environment to preserve the character of the house and its value as a Duke's Lady, buying dresses and ornaments.

By the time she was mindful, she still had no exceptional aversion to her sister. Instead, he even wanted to get along with his twin sister, who was as beautiful as a doll. At an early age, my sister was clumsy but open to her walking distance.

But since when, even when she spoke, she stopped reacting. When I realized, my sister became even more silent and faceless and almost stopped trying to leave her alone.

Something that people gradually stop engaging with if someone keeps ignoring them. She eventually lost interest in her sister and grew up receiving family love all by herself.

But when the twins turned 6, she clearly felt inferior to her sister.

The inspiration was a tea party held in the garden inviting the son of a nobleman of the same age.

The children of the aristocratic family, who are cordial with the Duke's family, gathered in the garden and she was at the centre of the children as the protagonist of the Tea Party.

"... hey, who is that guy?"

A futuristic maid raised her voice as she looked up at the window of the mansion, surprised.

In response to that voice, he stared at a point where there were also other courtiers and warrants, and a twist ran between them.

She also imitated it and looked up at the upstairs window, where there was a sister sitting faceless peeking through a gap in the curtain.

My sister is not allowed to attend this tea party and is pushed into the room by her parents, but is she still interested in these places as well?

With that in mind, her and her sister's eyes met. My sister let her gaze swim like she was upset for a moment and shut her curtains sassy.

"... Ah, he's gone"

"That's a rare look... and you're so beautiful...!

My sister showed up only for a dozen seconds in time. But it was enough time to attract the kids' interest.

I guess the sisters are burned in the eyes of the children, even though they are no longer visible. Despite surrounding her, the children's topic was all about their sister.

Seeing the sight reminded her. that my sister is the most beautiful and rare person in the world. Even if she doesn't have magic, she just needs to be there to gather people's eyes.

Against her, she looked little like her sister. Beautiful, she had been told by her surroundings that she was cute, but she was aware that that was only to the extent that she had a better face than people, and not far from her sister.

Even the princess of the Duke's house felt like she had been shown to be just a normal person if she took a step outside.

Then again, several tea parties were held in the Duke's garden. My sister never attended, but when she sees her sister with some clap, the children around her always go to her sister.

I was jealous. I was jealous. My sister just needs to be there, but she just needs to be there for no one to notice.

Wanting me to look at myself, she learned to laugh lovingly, to lie, to act. Stick a flowery grin to your face, wield praise that you don't even have in your heart, and behave like rubbing it against someone else's heart. She had the talent to get into people's minds. She created the mask of a child that everyone loves.

Eventually, people gathered around her, and people stopped coming around her sister. She felt comfortable about it, and her feelings for twisting her sister were temporarily faint.

But at the age of 10, that thought came back to life after tutoring them, and jealousy and inferiority towards their sister clearly shaped them.

At first it was a basic education class. Knowledge and manners to remember. Next to her being fully focused and seriously remembered, my sister simply glanced at the same thing and easily remembered them.

Next up was a sewing class. Next to her, whose hands were clumsy and she was about to stab her fingers with needles many times, my sister had a beautiful pattern on her hand towel with vibrant hands like she was used to.

So did dance classes. My sister took steps lightly and danced pitifully. Its appearance was so beautiful that she could admire it. But she wasn't good at dancing, and she rarely stepped on a teacher's foot.

If we focus only on magic, there is as much difference between heaven and earth as there is between her, who has the best magic in her family, and her sister, who has no magic whatsoever. But if it was anything other than magic, my sister was a genius... no, she was a monster through genius.

appearance, knowledge, manners, dancing, sewing...... There was no one to go out to the right of my sister in anything. The tutors do not praise their sisters directly, mindful of their parents' eyes, but the eyes they see their sisters were always full of expectations, compared to her, who could only be crowded.

She spared no effort. I put twice as much time and effort into sewing that I didn't like or like to dance. Thanks to that, she became acclaimed as one of the best of the same-age warrants, but still her sister remained far above the clouds unchanged.

No matter how hard she tries, or how hard she runs to death, her sister always walks at an extra foot where she runs, and that distance keeps opening up with each passing year.

"It's okay, you have a great talent. It's not even at your feet."

My family, who would not love her, always smiled gently and comforted me so. The tutor praising her sister was fired, and all that was left was a human being praising her.

But she herself knew best that the word was a lie. It's her, not her sister, who's not even at her feet. She knew from the beginning that she was not the only one, that this house itself was not far from her sister.

It would have been different again if the years had gone away. But the near and far distance of the twins further stimulated her sense of inferiority.

A genius who was born in the same day, in the same place, in the same household, but one does everything, even easier than the crowd. An ordinary person who continues to receive disproportionate praise even though one side is no match for such a crack in everything.

My sister says nothing. Whether you can dance well, recite the chronology of the kingdom perfectly, or not put it on your nose without humility, you just spend your days pale.

I felt like I was being fooled every day and I couldn't help but get angry at him for saying that was normal.

Hate is positive dissatisfaction, jealousy is passive dissatisfaction. I didn't need as much time until the dissatisfaction and inferiority that swelled up in the depths of my heart turned into hatred.

With such a distorted heart for a while, she realized. to my sister's desire for family love.

The more my sister with everything gets her hand out of her throat, the more she's in love till she gets rid of her pride, and what she still can't get, to the point where she has no freedom whatsoever.

A distorted flame lit deep in my heart.

I was glad. There was only one thing I could beat my sister for keeping losing everything.

The Dukes of Philialeggis, with the exception of their twin sisters, are all accomplices. appearance, brains, talent. Somehow the people in this house had feelings of fear, inferiority, and hatred towards their sister.

My brother Fried flew around with networking, etc. according to my father's orders, and he was indifferent to his sister because he used to vacate the house, but he realized he didn't really think much better of his sister than he did.

Saligna, the eldest sister who had drowned on her, said she had no interest in such a creepy child, but she knew she was jealous of her sister more beautiful than herself, who had been hailed as a beautiful princess.

Hate has the power to blind people, and nothing unites them more than common hatred. So if she twitched and burned, that alone easily escalated discrimination against her sister in the family.

When I was a young girl, she used to say things about her sister and her dissatisfaction, but when she grew up, she started blowing this into Saligna and her younger brother Kiliam, who was 3 years old. And Saligna easily took her side.

Eventually, she also drew some servants working for the mansion into her company, stirring things up even more and hunting down her sister. Only my sister's dedicated butler, Luvik, continued to be on my sister's side though.

After years of living like that, she turned 13.

That year, a pageant was held between the First Prince and the twin sisters of the Duke's family. The first prince, their age, was currently in the process of looking for a fiancée, and they were the head of the fiancée candidate.

The first prince, who showed himself to the mansion, was like the sun. Her burning, flaming, deep red eyes filled with confidence, full of decency and nobility, she fell in love at a glance with the pristine appearance of piercing her beliefs. He said he was the ideal man I was looking for.

In a matchmaking setting, she actively approached the prince. She and the prince felt comfortable besides their thoughts, and the two quickly became friends. My sister, on the other hand, was silent all the time, just staring at the First Prince.

The status of dowry to a prince is something everyone admires as a courtier. If only I could get this, I thought I could totally beat my sister. My parents are pushing her to my fiancée, and the prince is giving me his favor.

Finally, the Fate God smiled at herself, and she rose.

But it was my sister who was eventually chosen as the fiancée of the First Prince.

I couldn't wait to hate you. I couldn't wait to regret it. She resented her sister for the irrational consequences.

How can my sister always take something important away from herself when she thinks of herself as a prince but is the daughter of the same house in the same capacity and yet she is trying to grasp her best happiness as a woman because of it?

I wanted to be tied to someone I liked. I wanted to marry him as a regular room, but now that my sister is my fiancée, marrying him is just a concubine. Her pride as Duke's Lady won't allow that.

That's why she took the prince from her sister. My sister's relationship with the prince was cold, and as soon as she broke in a little, the relationship broke down.

The First Prince took to the Duke's house to see her, and continued to overlap her with her as she continued her clerical engagement with her sister. Eventually, by the end of the year, my sister had become her only fiancée, and the prince's heart had become entirely hers.

From that time on, my sister started breaking down a little bit.

Even though I had barely expressed my emotions to my face or to others before, I started spreading them around aloud like people had changed, causing eclampsia every once in a while.

My sister thus became more isolated from the aristocratic society. That was my pleasure as far as she was concerned. Because I was able to take everything away from my resentful sister and kick it down.

Yet why... why has this happened...

"Oh, um... Sister Chris, I'll leave your water here..."

……

Consciousness surfaces. Even with the heavy eyelids open, there's just dim darkness spreading there.

That would be the case, too. Because Krista is wearing a futon from her head on her own bed right now.

"Uh... are you okay, sir?

Killiam's stubborn voice is heard over the futon.

Think of it. This brother was weak and timid, he didn't say anything when Krista said Drossel badly, he was just quietly nagging.

"... sister, I'm going now... right?

……

Killiam's little footsteps tend to bewilder away at the unspoken Krista. Since the noise at school, my young brother had devoted himself to taking care of Krista.

Still, now she didn't want to see anyone, she didn't want to talk to anyone, and Krista pushed silently through until she heard the door to the room close.

"... why"

The words crushed to whisper did not leak outside blocked by the futon, just sucked straight into Krista's ear.

Everything was going well. Until just a few months ago as a sister who took Drossel's place, isolated her in the mansion, isolated her from the aristocratic society and abused her by her twin sisters, Krista was a prominent target in the aristocratic society.

But now that standing position had been replaced. Many aristocrats have noted Drossel, who has moved the king, moved the second prince, and has also gained an overwhelming power that I am not sure what it is.

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Krista's hateful twinkle creeps into the futon in vain.

My thoughts about my sister and my own are intricately intertwined. All she can do now is spin words of resentment that mean nothing.

But my sister, who hated me from the bottom of her heart and still chased me to do it beyond, is no longer here.

For 16 years, the black emotions I kept holding became stronger than ever and dominated Christa's heart.