My Uncle and I Choose the Life That Will Not Be Ruined

Chapter 12 : Farewell to Oji-sama

"Nee, Melisa. My Oji-sama is going to be a math teacher, right?"

Miriella was eating the hard-baked cookie that was the pride of the head chef of the Fowders family.

Melisa knew that when she was devouring things like this, she was under a lot of stress.

"It was what have been told so."

"Me, not good at math"

Known fact.

In addition, the young lady is not good at language, history, and science.

It may be safe to say that she's good at dancing only.

Melisa, who added so much in her heart, barely managed to hold back the tears that were about to come out.

The young lady is now ten years old, she has become kinder at heart and has a larger capacity as those who stood above others. 

Moreover, she has sparkling strawberry blond hair and a well-organized face that catches ones eye. She must eventually become a respected lady in the aristocratic society.

That's why, just studying reasonably is already good enough!

Thinking about something she couldn't say out loud, Miriella clenched her fists in front of her chest.

"I'll do my best to study mathematics until I'm 15 in order to enter the academy. I can't let my Oji-sama see something unsightly."

“That’s the spirit, Ojou-sama!”

"At the very least, I'll show him that I'm normal!"

Although it was a low goal setting, Miriella's scarlet eyes were burning when she declared so. Melisa, who was standing next to the tea set, and Maille, who was in the process of organizing her study desk, sent a heartfelt yell from the bottom of their heart.

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Spring. The season of encounters and farewells.

Half a year has passed since Leon told her that He would go to teacher training school at the beginning of autumn. And the time has finally come.

Just before Miriella's eleventh birthday, Leon decided to enter a dormitory near the royal palace. Although it takes less than half a day from the mansion by carriage, Leon said he wouldn't be able to return often.

"Oji-sama, I will write you a letter. Please make sure to reply."

"Of course I'll write. Miriella, be well."

"I hope Oji-sama is fine. Bert will not be with you either, so from now on you'll have to look after yourself. Eat properly, take a bath, and brush your teeth every day. Don't stay up late so you won't be late for school. My Oji-sama doesn't have many acquaintances, so you have to get along with the people around. Always use clean handkerchiefs. after that……"

Leon, who bent down a little, slowly wrapped Miriella's face with both hands.

Miriella's words, which had continued for a long time, suddenly stopped. At the same time, her cheeks, filled with heat, turned red.

"I will definitely return during vacation"

After saying a few words, Leon got into the carriage and left.

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Three days after that, Miriella 's eleventh birthday.

This time the carriage carrying Edmont stopped in front of the Duke of Fowders house. Edmont had been returning to the mansion for long vacations like this since Miriella's birthday last year.

"I'm home!! Father! Mother! Miriela!"

Edmont returned to the mansion while receiving the lukewarm gazes of the servants. As usual, all the members of the household gathered to greet him, and they could see the hem of the girl's dress snuggled up behind Edmont.

Miriella twists her neck.

"Anessa! You've met my father and mother before! This is my sister, Miriella ! She's eleven years old, just like you!"

Edmont turned his body towards the girl standing behind him, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her forward. A petite girl with loosely braided chestnut hair stood in front of Miriella while staggering aimlessly.

"... O... to..."

"e?"

Miriella, who tried to give her name, stopped when she heard a sigh-like sound leak from the girl's mouth in front of her. The little girl's face turned bright red, and while she was looking down, she turned her body toward Miriella, trembling as she squeezed out her voice.

"... It's my first time to meet you. My name is Anessa, the eldest daughter of the Ward family."

"Thank you for your kind greetings. My name is Miriella, Edmont's sister. Thank you for always taking care of Onii-sama..."

"Let's skip formal greetings! Anessa, follow me!"

Miriella tried to return a polite greeting to the self-introduction that she caught on the third time, but sure enough, the first meeting was over with Edmont's interruption.

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Except for birthdays, it's customary to keep it to a simplified family party, even for the daughter of a Duke.

This time it was a dinner party with just enough people to include Edmont's fiancée Anessa among the members of the Fowders family. Nonetheless, the red roses prepared by her father were placed in the spacious dining room, adding to the splendor of the place, and the chefs put a lot of effort into their feasts.

"I've only heard about Anessa-sama by name, so I was hoping to meet you soon."

"…………too……"

"Me too! she said!"

So you are the interpreter.

The hearts of Miriella and the servants became one.

“My Onii-sama is ann-- too energetic, is there nothing quite as difficult as that?”

"th…………"

"That's not true she said!"

This interpreter. Can he really be trusted?

"More than that! Father, Mother! Actually, I have a report!"

Edmont, who had been carefully carrying the main meat dish to his mouth, stopped holding the knife and turned to face his parents.

His parents don't seem to know what it is, so they urge their son to do the following.

After glancing at Anessa, he confessed.

"Actually! I ended up repeating a year!"

The parents and the servants who served in the room all huddled together and stared at Edmont with their mouths wide open.

Naturally, Miriella also had no choice but to stare blankly at her brother's imposing face.

The Royal Academy is mainly a school for aristocratic children, and consists of three parts: the elementary school from the age of 9, the middle school from the age of 12, and the high school from the age of 15.

The eldest son who will inherit the family or a child with good talent should enter from the elementary school, if they want to work in the royal palace, they should start from the middle school, and if they want to learn the knowledge and behavior of aristocrats and interact with them, they will enter from the high school. It is common sense to learn basic academics from a private tutor.

Edmont is supposed to be a second-year in middle school this year.

"I'm going to be a junior high school first year again!"

No one said anything, so Edmont politely rephrased it. Hearing that, his parents dropped their shoulders with their bodies hit by the second blow.

"How did it become like that"

"Father, I'm sorry! I've been called to supplementary lessons for various subjects, but sword training is so much fun I can't help it!"

"Don't give me, 'I can't help it!', that!!"

A father who was sweet to his children, plunged into Edmont for the first time.

Miriella is trembling plainly, saying, "so such a thing like repeating a year at the Royal Academy exist...". Unfortunately, Miriella was also confident that she would get bad grades in general subjects.

"……*indecipherable*,……*indecipherable*" [TL note below editor.]

“But it seems that repeating a year at the Royal Academy is not uncommon these days! Even when Anessa’s older brother was in school, some of them were repeating a year every year she said!”

Perhaps he was accompanied by his fiancée in order to have her testify that "repeating a year is not uncommon"? The thought is too much in everyone's head.

But even if that were the case, sadly, when the interpreter was the same person who had repeated a year, no matter how he tell it, they could only hear it as nothing but excuses.

TL: Maza Miya

Editor: Maza Miya

[This one is truly indecipherable. it can't even connect to Edmont's lines. so it is likely, almost certified, it just an already prepared excuse he made for this moment. lol.]