I Became the Older Brother of a Villainess - Chapter 1.2
Chapter 1.2
Daria wouldn’t have faced such despair. I would have used my wealth and power to eliminate those fools and crowned my intelligent younger sister as the empress.
If I were the brother in that game!
[Brother! You won’t abandon me like that, will you?]
It was just a line of dialogue from a character, but it felt as if my heart was being torn apart. The child I saw in my eyes wasn’t Daria. It was my sister who had withered away without experiencing the bloom of a single flower.
“Of course! Why would I abandon you!”
Knowing that my sister couldn’t hear, I spoke with a choked voice. I was still in mourning attire, and as I wiped away tears with the stiff sleeves, my eyes stung.
[Please help me, brother!]
As if apologizing to my sister, whom I couldn’t protect until the end, I vigorously nodded my head. I repeatedly pressed the buttons.
[Then promise me.]
Huh? Was there such a line? Despite having seen the scene multiple times, it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Why does it matter! Just check if there’s something like this!
Pressing the buttons, I nodded my head. As I did, Daria’s illustration changed its pose and brightly smiled.
[Thank you, brother. I feel secure knowing you’ll be with me to make me happy.]
Click! Noise began to appear on the screen. I felt a tingling sensation of electricity on the controller I was holding.
“Why is this happening? Is it malfunctioning?”
I tried to let go of the controller, but it was impossible. The device clung firmly to my hand, and my body felt a surge of electricity, making my head spin.
[I entrust this life to you as well.]
“Huh…?”
Realizing the danger, my thoughts raced, and boom! The monitor exploded. Subsequently, the game console burst into pieces. Sparks and flames seemed to move in slow motion.
It was my sister’s cherished game console. I should quickly extinguish the fire…
As I had that thought, my consciousness abruptly cut off.
***
“Sir Cierra, Sir Cierra! Please wake up quickly.”
An unfamiliar voice urgently woke me up as I groggily opened my eyes. A stranger, an attendant of some kind, was shaking me to rouse me.
Where am I? As I blinked my eyes, trying to make sense of the hazy surroundings, I noticed a square space with a window, and beyond that window, the scenery was rapidly passing by. It looked like a theme park or tourist attraction. The houses were low, allowing a clear view of the skyline.
The weather seemed gloomy.
“Where is this…”
“We’re almost at the church. Especially at times like this, you should present yourself in a tidy manner.”
“What are you talking about?”
The person who woke me up seemed to be the butler. He cleared his throat with a slight cough and corrected Daria politely.
“Miss Daria. My name is Alberto.”
“No. I don’t care.”
I carefully observed my surroundings once more. There were three of us inside the carriage, all dressed in common clothing. From every angle, it appeared to be mourning attire. The clothes, the carriage, and even the brooches were all sophisticated.
“Am I Cierra Glutoni?”
I was one of the characters from the game my younger sibling used to enjoy until she passed away. I was Daria’s older brother and the owner of a minor role with a simple illustration. Capricious and fickle, I often brought misfortune to Daria and the heroine, making things difficult for the protagonist.
That Cierra Glutoni was indeed me.
It was an unbelievable situation, but I had no choice but to believe it. I bit my nails, pinched my cheeks, and even kicked my legs. I felt pain, tears welled up in my eyes, and I could feel the tingling in my legs.
It wasn’t a completely unfamiliar world; it was the world from the game.
Daria, the Duchess of Gluton, played the role of the antagonist in this world. The Daria who couldn’t use her abilities properly was mistreated by the protagonist and rejected by the men in this world.
I recalled the screen I had vaguely seen in the real world before closing my eyes. Fifteen-year-old Daria was smiling brightly and said something like this.
“I’m counting on you in this life too.”
Could that statement have meant this?
The butler nodded with a solemn expression.
“We need to show that the Glutoni Duchy is still thriving. This is your first official event as Cierra Glutoni.”
I looked at Daria, who was playing with the decorations.
“Daria, how old are you right now?”
“Five years old.”
Five-year-old Daria, the funeral, and Cierra Glutoni, becoming the new Duke.
I immediately grasped the current situation.
“Mother has passed away…”
In the game, Daria loses her mother at the age of five. In reality, it wasn’t a particularly poignant farewell.
The Duchess did not cherish the siblings. There was never any affection for the siblings who resembled the Duke too much. The marriage was originally aimed at wealth and fame.
Moreover, with the Duke dying early, the siblings were even more dependent on the Duchess in the Duke’s household.
As for my current self, or rather, Cierra’s age is fifteen. It’s still a very young age. A fifteen-year-old becoming a Duke means there’s no way of properly taking care of their younger sibling.
In the end, unloved Daria could only grow up as a twisted villainess noblewoman.
“Perhaps today is the starting point for Daria and me to become unhappy.”
