I think that a sister creature can really read her brother's mind.

　The blood connection is rather weak, and it is inevitable because of the concept of siblings - the souls of the siblings are united.



I have prepared such a monologue. I've prepared such a monologue for you today, my dear brother.



"It's a little too sudden in my sleep, but it's a gift from you. I'm grateful for it."



　But when can I use it?

　I get up and pat my sister Charlotte on the head. She looks happy.



　Today is my first day of classes at the (long) Royal Grunfeld Academy of Advanced Magic. By the way, I am the original Hart Semphis.



　I made an alter ego and tried to leave the school life to him, but after some trouble, we ended up taking turns for a day.

　And today it just so happens that I'm in charge. I'm so nervous.



　I get ready, say good-bye to my sister, and walk through the door.



"Good morning, Mr. Hurt.



　A dog-eared maid was standing upright beside the sleeping copy.



"Frey, why are you here?"



"She volunteered for the role of taking care of your brother on campus."



　And why is Char following you around?

　Put the squishy copy back on the pretty girl figure and put it on the desk.



"I mean, can I take an outsider with me?"



"No problem. Since this is a school for children of noble families, they are allowed to be accompanied by their attendants.



　I see. Don't you need to apply?　Isn't it bad to live in the same room?　I'll get to that later.



I don't think we should be having demons in the house.



　In the frontier they are accepted with my father's approval, but if there was one with a pachyderm and a tail wandering around in King's Landing, there would be an uproar, I'm sure.



"Of course, I'm sure we'll be fine.



　Charles took something out of somewhere and put it over Frey's ears. It was a white cloth.



"With this, it's transformed into a chemomimi-style catsuit!　The tail is hidden in the long skirt!"



"I see."



　No, I'm pretty sure they'll know. The dignified Frey is a little cuter, though.

　However, a brother should not deny his cute sister's idea.



But if you're going to do it, you've got to be thorough.



　I blinded Frey's ears with an optical camouflage ward.



"Oh!　That's my brother!"



"Here, give me your tail, too."



"Thank you. I've been itching in my crotch area."



　Frey pulled up her skirt and fidgeted around, pulling out a bushy red tail from around her buttocks.

　You know, you're a girl, you know.



　For now, we'll make the tail invisible, too.



"Just so you know, the ears and tail are actually there, just hidden from view. Be careful not to touch them, okay?



"Yes, Master Hurt."



"But if you can do this, I'd rather be Riza."



　I blurted out, and Frey yelped.



"It is true that Riza is the right person to accompany you, isn't it?



"It is my fault that the Lord does not want me. It is the path of loyalty to take seriously and to reflect on it. But Charlotte, I never thought that even you would deny me......."



　Frey is on all fours and devastated.



"Look up, Frey. I only said . I do not doubt your loyalty to my brother in the slightest.



　Charu bends his knees and gently takes Frey's hand. What's going on here?



"For example, the other day my brother, the copyist, was attacked by thugs. If you were there, what would you do?



"It's obvious. He may be an alter ego, but he is an avenger of Master Harte. Protect your alter ego and then promptly cut off its head.



"That's it. That's it. You have too much love for your brother. Your copy of my brother may protect you, but I'm sure he'll work out a smarter solution himself.



"Mm. It's true that my body reacts unnecessarily depending on the situation.



"They'll pounce on you almost without question, won't they?"



"I think so, too."



　Frey again goes berserk.



"Besides, you see, Riza is not good at espionage work.



"Hmm. It's true that he's not familiar with the operation of the surveillance equipment that Harte-sama prepared for him. <.



　Oh, so you're still going to play around with the idea of finding a backstage student council that doesn't even exist yet.



What about Riza?



　She knows magic and she's smart, so I'm not worried at all.



　Charles stood up quickly and ran out, saying, "One moment, please. <





Charlotte, that's the door to the Garden of Pandemonium. Do we have to go through it?



He's with me, as always. You'll be fine."



　He appears, pulling Riza with him.

　Riza looked anxious, and her eyes were tightly closed as she passed through the door.



"You seem very scared, don't you?



　I ask, and Riza replies apologetically.



"I'm not good with things I can't figure out how they work. ....... That door is not the same as transfer magic. What is the logic behind the connection between the castle and the capital?"



In the Mystery Space-Time.



"Don't you understand, Master Harte?



　I feel like I'm doing something wrong when he gets all teary-eyed and scared.



Anyway...



　I explain the exchange so far in very simple terms.



"Yes, I will follow orders. But you don't have to take care of Charlotte-sama?"



Frey will take over for you."



"Fine. But be prepared, Charlotte. I'm not as naive as Riza.



"Can I fluff the fluff I can't see?"



Did you hear what I said?



　With the two of them yapping away, I make Riza's horns and tail invisible. I make Riza's horns and tail invisible. Well, she's still cute as a dragoness, though.



"They're invisible to the others, but they're still there. Be careful."



"It's not a problem, because it's out of sight to begin with. But what is the logic behind this ......?"



"Let's see, vision is when reflected light enters the eye--"



　I'll explain as much as I can.



"That's right. That's why the sky is blue. ....... There are many principles in nature that I don't know. That's amazing. Mr. Harte knows a lot."



　Well, I got sidetracked, but somehow you convinced me, so I guess it's OK.



　But I'm sorry I took up so much of your time.

　If you don't get out of here early, you're gonna be late.



　Skipping school is not what I'm after. You have to show that you're working hard, but at the same time, you have to be judged as not being good enough.



　So, I have to get ready for class.



So, what are we going to do today?　



"Brother, here is the list of classes."



　Charles handed me a piece of paper. Actually, this is the first time I have seen it.



Today's first period is a common class. It's a meeting of the classes.



　My sister knows more than I do.

　Classes are elective, but there is a class of about 20 students. Classes for basic education and the like are taken as a class.



"I'm in ......C class?"



　It sounds half-baked.



"Yes. Yes. I'm in the middle of the five classes. If you were my brother, you'd be in the top A. ....... But don't worry. Classes are changed based on the results of regular examinations, so you're sure to be moved up to A next time."



　I see. That's how the system works.



　I was recommended by the king and exempted from the entrance exam. In other words, the teachers don't know how good I am. (There is a female professor who dared to take the test on her own, but I'm sure the results have not been revealed.)



　That's why he was placed in C class.



　But I probably won't be able to keep up with them even in the lowest class.

　When young Char started to take gifted education, all of us were forced to take the same class together, but we failed in less than a year.

　In fact, he couldn't even understand the words written on the question paper in the exam that Professor Tia gave him privately.



So, let's see.... Next class is ......<>?"



　This is a more difficult class than the introduction. It is usually taken in the second or third year.



"......" Really?



　I looked at the list of classes from cover to cover.



　Oh, my God.

　Except for the common classes in the first year, almost all of them are difficult classes that you would take in your senior year.

　Even if they were elites with high noses, they might have stretched themselves to take one or two advanced classes if it was their specialty. The practical skills classes were also full of bad ones.



　It was nothing but a hell if you think about it normally.



"Oh, yeah. "Yeah, I know. Normally.



　As I mentioned earlier, my academic ability is unknown to the teachers. All they know is that I was recommended by the king.

　If I choose to take all the advanced classes, they will be expecting a lot from me.



　And then I'll fail.

　I'll drop a lot.



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　If you play the victim (and you're not really lying), your expectations will turn to disappointment, and you can easily earn the title of "underachiever. Perhaps.



"Nice try, Charles."



　And, you know.



　There are classes six days out of seven. Even two days off a week is a pain.




　But Charu, by his brilliant <<< choice>>, has made a day in the middle of the week when he has no classes.



"I know. You know it, Char."



　A sister may be a creature that reads her brother's mind.

　I never thought I would come across a monologue like the one prepared by Charu so soon.

　No, it's more than that. She's reading my mind.



　I pat her head.

　She is embarrassed,



"A man of your stature, even the most difficult lessons are not enough."



　Hmm?



"Of course, I kept the class time to a minimum. I don't want to interfere with your work.



　Hmm?



　I think, looking at Charu who makes a small, annoyed face.



　

　A sister is not a creature that can read her brother's mind.