To speak honestly, the young girl whose body I am borrowing is unrefined.

…And this is me choosing my words rather carefully. To begin with, I do not sense in her any spirit to make others feel a favorable impression of her. If her life were to end in only a few more days, and she had no such energy to spare, that would be one thing… but if she is living ordinarily, is it not natural to at least pay a minimum of care to one’s appearance?

And so, I thought to return to her home, arrange my appearance, and then come back… but, where is this child’s house to begin with, I wonder? It is possible it may be far away. If that is the case, then where is her dormitory room?

“It truly is inconvenient, not having any information about oneself…”

With the thought, In that case, I ought to have asked that kind gentleman much more, I let out a sigh as I walked down the corridor.

“Hold on, Cecily! Didn’t I tell you to come see me?!”

The one running toward me from the front was a person who looked exactly like the young girl whose body I possessed.

…They truly are the very image of one another. Only, the refinement and splendor of her grooming is on a completely different level… At the very least, I must give her my gratitude.

“Oh, so my name is Cecily, then?”

“…Are you alright? Did you hit your head?”

“Something along those lines, I suppose?”

As it seemed she truly did fall from the stairs, there was nothing incorrect about that.

From what I observed while walking about inside the academy, the uniforms seemed to be designed differently for each year. In that case, a young girl wearing exactly the same uniform and resembling her perfectly… would that not mean she is Cecily’s elder twin sister?

If that is so, would it not be only natural for me to sweetly rely upon my elder sister?

“Say, Older Sister, would you be so kind as to take me to your room?”

“‘Ol-older Sister’?!”

In truth, between twins there is no real “older” or “younger,” but as I am the one making a request, there is no harm in flattering the other… And as for myself, though I do have a cute younger brother, I have no elder siblings. Since it is such a rare opportunity, would it not be delightful to try sweetly relying on an elder, just this once?

“For Cecily to look like this is ever so embarrassing. Cecily also wishes to become as cute as Older Sister!”

“Th-this is the first time you have ever said something like that to me…  It-it can’t be help, then! Just for today, I shall lend you my cosmetics!”

This “Older Sister” is rather easy to handle, is she not?

I had wondered whether there might in fact be some truly complicated relationship between the two, but if just a little coaxing makes her soften this much… then manipulating her is ever so simple.

And so, the place where “Older Sister” brought me was her dormitory room.

My, my, she seems to have gathered quite fine-quality cosmetics. In that case, she ought to let her (so-called) twin sister make use of them as well. Does she not realize that no matter how much one adorns oneself, if one’s sister is left in such a state, it lowers her own reputation as well?

I, employing the skills cultivated through the refinements of a young lady, briskly set about arranging “Cecily” appearance. While I smoothed her skin with cotton soaked full with lotion, I trimmed the bangs that had grown far too long, treated her split ends, and polished her nails.

“Hey, Cecily… I’m pretty sure the bell for the start of class rang quite some time ago.”

“Oh my, do forgive me. But if I, as Older Sister’s younger sister, were to attend class with such an appearance, and it were to become linked with ill rumors about Older Sister, then I…”

“You… you were thinking even that far ahead, for my sake…?”

My fake tears had deeply moved Older Sister.

With this, perhaps the conditions are now set for “Cecily” to start dressing fashionably.

And so, a little over an hour passed.

I decided to attend class starting from the second one in the afternoon.

I wonder, what lesson might it be?

If possible, I would rather it be a sorcery lesson. Even if I cannot use it myself, I would very much like to behold it more.

However, I seemed to be in a different class from “Older Sister.”

“You! Since I went to the trouble of making you cute, put your spirit into it!”

“Please leave it to me, Older Sister!”

Incidentally, all of the work requiring the use of hands was done entirely by me. Older Sister merely sat beside me, watching and remarking, “What skillful technique.”

Having received such encouraging words from my ever-so-kind Older Sister, even though the bell for the start of the second class has already rung, I shall open the classroom door with confidence.

“I beg your pardon for being late.”

And when I present a practiced curtsey in greeting—

Setting aside the fact that everyone in the classroom was staring intently at me—

A blonde-haired girl standing at the lectern was radiating a three-colored light from her palm! How—how truly beautiful⁉

Without thinking, I pressed forward toward her.

“My, how marvelous, how marvelous indeed! It is so very beautiful! I have observed quite a number of gardens said to be beautiful in various regions until now, but never once have I been so moved as this‼”

To that me, the splendid wielder of the sorcery fluttered her eyelashes that framed red eyes. After looking me over from my head to my very feet,

“You are Cecily Travasta, are you not?”

“From whichever angle you look, I am clearly “Cecily Travasta,” am I not?”

It is true that I arranged her appearance for her, but is it truly something so astonishing?

Although this “Cecily” had been dreadfully negligent in her grooming, the raw material was by no means poor. For now, it is but a makeshift polish, yet if in the long term she does not neglect her upkeep, she is very much a talent for whom it would not be a dream to become a young lady no less refined than the blonde-haired one before me.

Yes—therefore, this young lady before me is a most splendid person.

With but a single glance, one can perceive in her bearing that she has received a noble education, and moreover, she is able to wield such splendid and marvelous sorcery!

“You are truly a magnificent sorcerer, are you not? Might I beg you to tell me your name? I dearly wish for it to be inscribed in the history that I shall report unto god himself!”

When I seized both of her hands and asked, she reluctantly told me, blushing red at the ears.

“My name is Anita Helge…”

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