…What kind of sister tears down the door of her brother’s room with an axe?

Even if he might be considered a recluse, it wasn’t like her little brother, Rufus, did anything bad, right? Although, certainly, he had lock himself away for a long time.

Her little brother, who neglected rest and food to draw, had no arrangements that day. As such, things lined up for Lelouche.

Long story short, Rufus, who was taken along by his whimsical older sister, Lelouche Elcage, suddenly found himself at the atelier. There, she tried to recommend him as an apprentice, but it didn’t work.

Afterwards, she spent the night at her friend(?)’s house, unable to catch a wink of sleep.

“I wonder if it’s really okay to do this…”

Honestly, I don’t think it is.

Her brother fidgeted on the unfamiliar bed. Within the darkness, he stared at his own painting. It depicted a lakeside he once saw during a family trip. I saw four small silhouettes on it, probably of his family. His father, mother, sister, and himself. That was from before he became a recluse.

“Will my parents get mad at me…?”

Besides, he was a lot better than his sister, who chopped his door to pieces. By now, their parents, who’d been in church praying into the night, should be being rendered speechless by the spectacle. In fact, they were panicking, thinking their son had been kidnapped. Ah, they were looking for the servants, before being reminded of Lelouche. Now they were suspecting that after being possessed by a malicious spirit, she held a ritual and sacrificed her younger brother—

—the boy, blissfully unaware of what was currently taking place in his parent’s house, embraced the painting of his family in his arms, shedding tears.

…Actually, I might as well be said malicious spirit.

I’m sorry, I should be the one apologizing for everything?

Isn’t it the fault of a malicious spirit such as I that your sister is struggling so desperately?

Tonight too, she was laughing at me. Her smile was enough to chase any malicious spirits away.

“Are you going to continue tomorrow?”

“Oh my, did you read my mind or something?”

“I’m still a god.”

Will she continue to recommend her brother to others tomorrow?

When asked that question, Lelouche Elcage showed me a daring smile today as well. Then, while showing a graceful curtsy, she spoke. “That I am.”

“It seems that my parents were also taken care of by the church. Honestly, I can’t thank you enough for taking care of my whole family. Thank you.”

“…Then, can’t you enjoy your days a little bit?”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to be a malicious spirit.

Shouldn’t this be the norm?

Whether it was cherishing her mundane, everyday life, or going on a thrilling date with her crush, I wanted her to enjoy what remained of her life.

Surely, that’s what [she]’d have wanted as well.

Whenever I pointed out that her days were different from normal, the girl called Lelouche Elcage would pout in dissatisfaction.

“As I mentioned the other day, I’m having fun every day?”

“But, didn’t you say that you aren’t good at promoting others?”

“Except, making new discoveries and obtaining new experiences for the first time in these few tens of days I have left—that still counts as happiness.”

“…Does that include barging into your brother’s room with an ax?”

“That was my first time ever doing that! My hands wouldn’t stop shaking!”

“Wasn’t that simply because the ax was heavy!?”

Not good. I can’t get through her no matter what.

She was pretty stubborn in her previous life, but even more so in this life. I wondered if she was inherently such a person, or it was due to the difference in circumstances. Although, at the same time, I also thought that, ‘Maybe you have to be this feisty to survive in the aristocratic society.’

Well, let’s call it a day. I don’t want to fight.

Sighing, I suppressed my feelings. I should return to the main topic, which was about her younger brother. She must’ve found out that the master’ was actually the eldest son of the Alban family, a man set to succeed the family estate. The world sure was small.

Or maybe, she’s using everything that she can use.

When I pointed that out, she only laughed.

“…Hmm, did you read my mind again? How shameless.”

“That’s not the case—!?”

Who are you calling shameless!?

The ability to read minds triggered subconsciously for me! But… was it really shameless!? Was it an act equivalent of peeking underneath her clothes or something!? I never did that, by the way. I could, but I never did. After all, I—or god—was a gentleman. Ever since my previous life, I’d been trying to lead a righteous and just life.

Although, if I said something like that, she’d probably just laugh at me, calling my excuse suspicious.

I, what do I do…? How am I supposed to show my cool side to her? At the very least, I want her to think that I’m cool, or something like that…

Still, I could understand why she wasn’t impressed by me.

After all, despite being a god, there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t help but sigh.

“Ugh—all right. I get it. It seems that I really have to take matters into my own hands!”

“Oh, why? Did I cause any trouble?”

All right, all right, I get it, Lady Lelouche.

Let’s perform a small miracle for the unfortunate you, who was possessed by me.

“Good night, then.”

“Night, night.”

—So that you’ll keep smiling.

To you, who has the greatest misfortune of dying before your parents.

It was a small yet sincere compensation from this unreliable man who couldn’t help you; who could only manipulate the dreams of the man you wished to be your brother’s teacher.

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***T/N: God’s getting less cooler now that I know his monologue :V

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