Vol 1 Chapter 53 (1/2)
“Onee-sama…?”
A shadow appears overrain ceases to fall down
An umbrella
“It looks as though you’re lost, little miss abandoned kitten?”
With that, an odd wo down at me
It’s not Onee-sama
“Why”
What flashes though Dorothy’s face is only a self- with the explicable sadness she had towards reality
“Why, aren’t you my Onee-sama?”
The red-haired wo more than the vain hopes she had
“H”
“Not… co?”
“Yes But speaking of that, wasn’t Dorothy-san a ‘little abandoned kitten’ before?”
How does this woman know my name? Well, now that it’s co as trivial as that I don’t care
“Little, abandoned kitten?”
“Yes, you’ve been abandoned It’s probably because Dorothy-san isn’t a Blackhazel or anything So to play with; wouldn’t itlike that away?”
“I’m not a toy! I’m Maria-onee-sama’s little sister, Dorothy Ivalice-“
Cackle cackle In response to Dorothy’s alhs in amusement
“Don’t delude yourself Dorothy-san is not a Blackhazel”
“Uu…!”
“Maybe Maria-san calls you a Blackhazel for the sake of this ga; surely I don’t think Maria-san remotely considered you a ‘real Blackhazel’?”
No, Onee-sama is different!
The red-haired woman cuts across Dorothy’s rebuttal and continues on her lecture
“As proof, did Maria-san ever bring you along for any of the fas she attended? She even let that ‘half-blood’ co with her!”
Dorothy’s desperate cry scatters to pieces in her throat
Stifling sense overwhelms her
An illusion of falling into a trench of despair, deeper and darker than anything else in the world
Yes
The red-haired wo into Dorothy’s chest
I could be called Blackhazel all I want, but I can never become one in the end I’m only a fake, a ready-made at best; it’s because I’m only tool to be used
The last spark of hope she had inside her heart disappears into nothing
“But, there is still one way”
“Eh…?”
Atop the extinguished spark co ember of temptation That which feeds on despair and blazes with intensity
“Yes, there is one way for Dorothy-san to become a ‘real Blackhazel’, that one way…♡ “
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“Most likely, there was a trade of seeds”
Maria starts the conversation with an unexpected beginning, in the Blackhazelroom
“A trade?”
Looking up in response to Maria’s unexpected choice of words, I stare at her As expected of her, Maria has already figured out what’s been going on?
“It’s because that child doesn’t think of this place as somewhere she should be at”
My heart sinks
“Somewhere… she should be at”
Why didn’t I realize so obvious like that way before?
Dorothy herself had her own share of pain The pain she felt when the place she thought she was entitled to was taken from her by my sudden appearance
The place she should be at
Her only respite
「All I want is just to remain by Onee-sama’s side」
It’s because I took that away from her
“It’s my fault”
I was too carefree
“I made her like that”