Thus, summer came.

During long vacations, most people, including me, return home.  Naturally, Cecily (+ the me who is only a consciousness) also ended up returning to our parent’s house with my older twin sister.

“Now then, onee-sama, let’s enjoy a wonderful vacation, okay?”

It was kinda fun watching Neria tremble the whole trip back in the carriage we rode together.  However, that only lasted until we arrived home because that was where our parents were, the people who treated me like a servant my whole life, the people who called me defective because I didn’t have any magical power.

However, to our parents who ordered Cecily to clean the moment we returned, she had a response.

“No.”
“To refuse my order… do you understand your position!?”
“I’m your daughter who inherited your blood, but what of it?”

Not good… this villainess who was sealed away for eight hundred years, her heart is way too strong…!!

No matter what kind of menial chore Cecily was ordered to do, she wouldn’t listen.

“Aren’t vacations for resting?  They aren’t for working.”

What’s more, the moment Cecily realized there wasn’t any food for her at the table… she ended up sitting on Father’s lap.

“What a delicious looking feast.  Hey, Papa?  From which will you start feeding me?”
“Su-such tomfoolery~~!!”

From then on, meals for me started coming out every meal, there was parent-child interaction with my father… and while she was at it, the wrongdoings of the household were identified.  What should I do once [Cecily me] returns next year…?

While I was having such worries, Nora spoke.

“Except, I’m pretty sure the one who noticed the numbers were off was you?”

She pokes at this year’s fiscal ledger.

Nora claimed that we were free, so we explored the estate… or rather, under the grounds of “helping” we “cleaned” a room that was firmly locked.  That was where we found it, a ledger with a “careless mistake in calculation” that was “misunderstood” as a scheme to collect a massive amount of tax despite a poor harvest.

Thus Cecily, who “informed” my parents of this mistake, was on her way to the royal capital’s government offices to apply for a tax reduction request as an “errand.”

“The one familiar with the official tax rates of recent years was also you, and the one with knowledge regarding the emergency tax-reduction application for poor-harvests that was quietly enacted recently was also you.

The way she happily repeated “thanks to you” made me want to immediately hide myself away, but…

“Have more confidence.  The one who saved the people of this domain was you.

With those words to me, the scenery I was made to look at from the carriage was of the domain’s people.  Even with the poor harvest, they were earnestly preparing for the next planting.  With children also mixed in and noisily chattering… it somehow feels like a festival.

The last summer of youth is about to end.

The inside of the carriage is so hot it’s like I’m being steamed, but my heart delights from a refreshing air.

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