I Thought Your Friend's Sibling Wasn't a Girl? - Chapter 2

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Episode 2
Beautiful and graceful noblewoman.
Demure and chaste—the third daughter of the Kishir Family.
That was how Olivia had been described up until three years ago.
But in truth, there was another nickname that stood out far more—
‘Laurentia’s mad dog.’
For someone as small and quiet-seeming as Olivia, it was an ill-fitting epithet.
But now Panya felt she understood perfectly.
It was a nickname that captured Olivia entirely.
Panya propped her chin on the table and blurted out to Olivia across from her.
“Okay, so. Olivia, is that actually true?”
“Is what true?”
“That you caught your runaway fiancé, sparred with him to the death for a week, and when he lost consciousness, you planned to bury him upside-down in the earth to send him to the gods’ side.”
At that, Olivia tilted her head to one side.
Her expression was colored with puzzlement.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“So it’s not true? I mean, do you even have a fiancé?”
“I have a fiancé.”
“Then why didn’t I know? It’s a Kishir noblewoman’s engagement, no less.”
I’ve never heard of an engagement ceremony at the Kishir Family.
Olivia replied as though it were nothing of consequence.
“You wouldn’t have heard about it.”
“Why?”
“Because he ran away just three days after the engagement.”
Oh dear.
Panya sensed it instinctively.
This is something I shouldn’t touch.
“I see. Well, about our practical training—”
“That’s why I transferred. I finally thought I’d be engaged to him, but my fiancé declared the engagement dissolved three days in and fled.”
“What?”
“Sometimes when I couldn’t find him to even talk, I felt genuinely violent urges. But I heard later that he ran off with some Dispatched Knight Order.”
But it was already too late.
Cold sweat trickled down the back of Panya’s neck.
One thing was becoming clear.
The rumor circulating at Beritas.
It seemed to be true after all.
“So you really did come to kill your betraying fiancé…”
At that, Olivia tilted her head once more and spoke.
“Well.”
“Um, well?”
“You can’t just go around killing people, Panya.”
No, but you look like you could casually kill one or two people.
Panya wisely swallowed that remark down her throat.
But there was still something Panya couldn’t bring herself to keep silent about…
“Can I ask you just one thing?”
“What is it?”
“What on earth made him so special that you transferred just to find him? You could’ve just let him go.”
In other words: why on earth transfer just to chase down some fiancé you’d known for all of three days?
Olivia had been an exceptionally accomplished student in Monster Classification, her original field.
A noblewoman who’d never received a day of combat training, with arms thin as wooden skewers—and yet she transferred to chase down a three-day fiancé?
That didn’t make sense.
Panya thought her question was perfectly reasonable.
She had no idea what she’d just touched on.
She realized something was off only when she noticed that Olivia, who’d been answering lightly, had fallen silent for several minutes now.
“Wait, hold on.”
“Look, if I let him go, that’d be the end of it.”
“No, I misspoke.”
Bang.
Olivia struck the table with unexpected force.
The corners of her mouth were curled upward, but her eyes held no warmth.
“But listen carefully, Panya.”
Should I run?
Panya instinctively scanned the surroundings and secured an escape route.
Olivia leaned toward her and spoke.
“I have never once failed to get what I wanted.”
“Right, of course.”
“If something is discarded, it’s me who discards it.”
“That’s true. Obviously.”
“But what if someone discards me first?”
Olivia stopped there, then drew her lips up in another smile.
Beautiful though it was, there was something unsettling about it.
“What are you thinking right now?”
“…Something people would find rather inconvenient if they knew?”
Panya gave up on asking further questions.
If she learned the truth, something terrible might happen.
After a brief silence, Olivia exhaled a long breath and straightened in her seat.
Her usual composed demeanor had returned.
“And one more thing—that person needs me. I know you won’t believe it, but it’s true.”
No, it’s not.
No matter how I think about it, it seems like pure delusion on your part, Olivia…
“So I’d appreciate it if you’d actively correct the rumor about me trying to kill my fiancé. I don’t want him getting frightened and running away again, now do I?”
In Olivia’s jade-green eyes, a strange gleam flickered.
“Hey, Olivia.”
“Hmm?”
“Isn’t that an obsess—”
Crack.
Just then, Olivia cleanly snapped the cookie she was lifting in two.
Panya swallowed hard and laughed.
“Never mind. Nothing.”
“Right?”
It’s not nothing—you’re clearly obsessed, I’m telling you…
The unspoken words lingered in her mouth before scattering and fading away.
Olivia, unbothered by Panya’s silence, smiled brightly again and answered.
“Panya. This is—”
What else could she possibly be about to say?
Panya was beginning to feel genuinely afraid of whatever might come out of Olivia’s mouth next.
Whether Olivia sensed this or not, she took another bite of her cookie and spoke.
“It’s not obsession. It’s love.”
She’s absolutely insane.
Panya shook her head very slightly.
* * *
Beritas Academy bustled with activity from morning on.
Today marked the beginning of the grand expedition for the senior class practicum.
Olivia had finished her preparations early and was now surveying the Grand Training Ground where the event would take place.
Her hands were wrapped in thin bandages.
“Hurt yourself again?”
“Yeah. There was someone difficult to persuade.”
“Olivia. Persuasion is usually done with words. You’re not supposed to beat it into someone like that…”
Olivia simply smiled without answering.
What else could she do when words didn’t work?
Olivia recalled her weapon, the Defensor, which she’d left in her room.
Of course, she hadn’t yet fully mastered it, but she would soon enough, so it didn’t matter.
“But why do you seem in such a good mood today? Something special happening?”
“Because today is the day I’ve been waiting for.”
“A day you’ve been waiting for… Though I suppose you have nothing to worry about. Every knight order probably wants to recruit you.”
Again, she answered only with a smile.
Every knight order?
That wasn’t necessary.
There was only one knight order that mattered to Olivia.
And today, she would finally achieve what she’d yearned for these three years.
“Now, if all students would please return to their positions. The ceremony will begin shortly!”
As the announcement rang out, the stage grew busier with activity.
Soon after, the headmaster’s voice came through.
“Students of Beritas Academy, welcome. Over the next three months, you will undergo training, after which you will participate in your final practicum. It is there that your assignment to a knight order will be determined.”
Everyone already knew this explanation—it wasn’t important.
Olivia’s objective was singular.
To find the fiancé who’d fled three years ago.
Her eyes, sweeping quickly across the stage, became fixed upon a man with golden hair who was just stepping forward.
“We would like to introduce the instructors specially invited for your training.”
See, I was right to transfer.
Olivia’s lips curved upward.
The man, feeling her gaze, slowly turned his head toward where she stood.
A gaze burning with fire met one that fell weary and composed.
Two opposite emotions in the meeting of their eyes across the air.
And in that instant, the man’s eyes widened.
Olivia offered a radiant smile and silently mouthed a greeting.
‘Long time no see.’
Aiden Oblion of the Luchs Order.
‘Three years, and at last I see your face again, my dear.’
A reunion after three years.

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