When I was little, the happy memories I had with my parents are very faint.
I was practically just a baby when I had to part ways with them.
After that, it was Hans who took care of me and my sister.
Then, after Hans passed away, my sister was the one who looked after me all alone.
Even though she had also lost our parents and had a hard time adapting to an ordinary life, my sister did her best to make sure I lived without any shortcomings.
She built connections, created a guild, and established the Empire’s top-tier information guild.
A minor girl who lost her parents and noble life overnight achieved all this—just for her little sister.
Even though it was always tough for her, my sister never showed it at all.
When faced with hardships and memories of our parents, she would silently cry alone in our home.
To avoid showing her weakness to me.
To protect me as she promised our parents. To raise me.
With my sister’s outstanding abilities, she wouldn’t have needed to struggle in the shadows to grow the guild.
She was excellent in administration, combat, information gathering, infiltration, and mercenary skills.
If it were her, she could have received titles and lived in luxury wherever she went on the continent.
Even the Nova Empire wouldn’t dare touch my sister if she had a title.
But my sister chose a hard life in the shadows for me instead of making such a choice.
If she were to live a life of prominence with a title, the scoundrels of the Nova Empire would discover her identity and could try to assassinate me.
If a titled sister was attacked, it would be seen as a direct provocation against that nation, preventing the Nova Empire from touching her. On the other hand, I, as her family, could be assassinated regardless, thus making me a target they could easily eliminate.
Of course, from the Nova Empire’s perspective, they might question whether it was necessary to do so. Even if we were the surviving daughters of a high noble who was wrongly accused and met a tragic end, was it worth it?
Furthermore, there was no guarantee the Nova Empire could discover our identities, but my sister seemed intent on eliminating even the slightest possibility.
Perhaps that’s why she chose such a harsh life in the shadows.
She secured a safe and closed space for us to live, which could accurately be described as a hideout.
Thanks to my sister, I could live a safe and even prosperous life.
Pretty clothes, jewels, accessories. I could have everything I wanted.
Even though I couldn’t go outside or make friends for safety, it didn’t matter since it was all to protect me.
Then one day…
I came down with the Curse of Red Death.
A disease where my extremities gradually rot away, leading to an inevitable death—akin to a ‘curse.’
I hadn’t gone outside or met anyone, and yet I contracted this vicious and incurable disease.
My sister had sacrificed so much and worked tirelessly to protect me, and yet this was the outcome.
Right. Maybe this could be for the best.
Because I was a burden, my sister couldn’t enjoy the life she should have had.
Because of me.
If I disappeared… my sister could be freed from the burden of me.
…My sister would be free.
She would be sad, but… this would be for her.
Thus, I resolved to wait for my death, sprawled out on the bed, having lost the will to live.
On a day when I was deep in slumber, hoping for my last moment…
“Sister?”
“Io… Io!”
I came to my senses and saw my sister crying with joy in front of me.
“Uh, sister!”
Suddenly, she hugged me tightly.
When my sister embraced me, I felt a surge of desire to live.
My beloved sister.
Leaving her behind? I didn’t want that.
I was so selfish.
Being a parasite that sucked the life out of my sister, I didn’t want to be apart from her.
What should I do, sister?
And miraculously, I was cured of the Red Death.
I had never heard of anyone surviving the Red Death.
No saint from any church nor any archmage at any level could cure this disease.
It was a disease that even the Emperor of the Empire, if struck down, would simply wait for their death!
And yet, I was cured!
My sister told me the savior had saved me.
Savior!
Right. If someone had the ability to cure the Red Death, they would truly be a savior.
Who was it that saved me?
I asked my sister about the savior.
She replied that he was a sage who had descended to this land.
Sage?
A god who descended to this land in human form… something like that?
What does that even mean?
Sister… are you not being fooled by something strange?
But my sister is so capable.
There’s no way someone as smart as her could be fooled by anyone.
Especially not by someone spouting nonsense about being a sage.
So… could it actually be a god borrowing a human body?
…No.
Thinking back, my sister’s judgment might have been a bit, no, quite clouded.
She must have done everything to save me when I was afflicted with the Red Death.
And given the circumstances, she would’ve been in a desperate situation using every bit of her energy.
In that case, even the wisest sister could be deceived.
…Then it would mean my sister was again fooled by someone because of me.
Hmm? But that self-proclaimed sage did cure me.
So, does he have some ability after all?
When I asked my sister, she said that the self-proclaimed sage had given her medicine. And that medicine had completely cured me. And he had shared the recipe with her.
I wasn’t well-versed in medicine, but my sister said that he had created a method to treat it using commonly available materials.
It was all to easily heal the lowest of the sick in this land.
To spread this means of healing in the world so those suffering from the Red Death would cease to exist.
…He just freely shared the method for making the medicine?
The recipe for a wondrous medicine that cures a disease feared by all?
According to my sister, after learning the recipe, they’ve been providing the medicine to sick people abandoned on the streets as per his instructions, and thus eradicating the Red Death.
And my sister’s attitude was a bit strange.
Even though he had saved me… she was so quick to trust and follow him just because of that?
Something… seemed off.
As if that self-proclaimed sage was intentionally approaching and manipulating my sister to use her.
So, I asked my sister to introduce me to him.
But she refused.
No, she claimed she would let me meet him later.
After I had fully recovered, she said I could meet him.
Even after the Red Death had completely left my body, there were still lingering side effects.
Thus, my sister forbade me from going outside the hideout until I was completely healed.
Since then, more than ten years had passed.
Sister’s zeal for him had only grown stronger.
Thanks to my sister’s incredible abilities, the organization she led had grown rapidly, and she believed it was all due to him.
But from my perspective, it was solely my sister’s talent.
Despite the years passing, my sister had still not allowed me to step outside the hideout.
While she allowed me to briefly go out with her closest subordinates, she never permitted me to go out alone.
Then a few days ago, while having a meal together, my sister said something.
That he would be enrolling in the Academy this semester.
…What? Enrolling? To enroll in the Academy means… he just became an adult?
If that was the case, he would be younger than me!
If he just became an adult, that means when he gave my sister the medicine that saved me, he was only seven or eight years old!
I always thought he must be quite an older con artist since my sister talked about him like he was some savior, but he was younger than me?
Sister said he told her not to interfere with the Academy, meaning I wouldn’t meet him this time either.
Told her not to come to the Academy? After using her like that?
Younger than me. The boy who saved me.
I wanted to know what kind of person he was.
My sister said that when the time was right, she would let me meet him, but she also said it wouldn’t happen until he graduated from the Academy.
But recently, my sister’s devotion had become extreme, to the point she was even considering clashing with the Holy Kingdom.
At this rate, my sister might do something irreversible and dangerous for him.
…Before that happens, I’ll expose who he really is!
Having learned various skills by peeking over my sister’s shoulder,
It was my first time using them in real-world applications, but I executed them flawlessly as if they were my own skills.
Could it be that I am indeed my sister’s blood?
I felt a sense of kinship with my sister, and it made me happy.
I successfully infiltrated the Academy dormitory as a maid.
Originally, a virgin who was supposed to be his exclusive maid was secretly taken and sent back to her hometown, allowing me to successfully borrow her identity.
Then I waited in his room.
The one I had longed to see for ten years.
The one who saved me.
The one who had made my sister wait for so long.
Yet, the one who never came to see her—a bad guy.
The one who claimed to be a god.
To understand what kind of man he really was.
If he truly wasn’t a con artist and was indeed my savior, I planned to dedicate everything to him and seek his forgiveness.
Crreeeak!
Finally, the door opened and he walked in.
With beautiful sky-blue hair… my ideal type I had only ever dreamed of!
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