I really don't want to be reborn.

"like……"

"Hmm, what do you like?"

Then he noticed that his sister was staring at his face without saying a word.

"???"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Surprise!

He reached out for a ticket!

Sigh, there are surprisingly few posts and book reviews.

In other words, it means—come praise me, come praise me!

Chapter Twenty-Four: This Refusal Was Quite Tactful

"Although you're supposed to be a wealthy, arrogant blonde heiress, you're actually a masochistic pervert, aren't you? Your body still can't forget the humiliation of being violated by me, can it?"

"Stop being so long-winded!"

In that instant, the blonde, arrogant young lady felt her existence was completely denied.

Like a vulture circling over rotting flesh, I relentlessly pressed on, saying without a shred of pity, "The justice you uphold, just like the monstrosity I uphold, was a lie from the start."

They saw right through me.

She was clearly taken aback by my frank and righteous gaze, and squatted down, making a mess of her beautiful blonde hair.

It looks like a cat.

Gentlemen!

I especially love cats.

The author also particularly loves cats!

The author's author also loves cats!

I absolutely love all the cats in this land.

(Major's face)

As I was giving a passionate, rambling speech in my mind, the emotionless female swordsman beside me suddenly couldn't help but laugh. It was a beautiful laugh, the kind of beautiful laugh that makes you want to clap your hands in admiration.

Having been persuaded, the blonde haughty girl suddenly looked up and roared, "Why are you laughing? Do you think I'm funny? Laugh all you want! Laugh as much as you want about being hungry all day because I gave my dinner to the cat!"

"Pfft!"

"Waaaaah..."

"You actually went hungry all day because of something like this, and you were too embarrassed to say anything, which led to you fainting from hunger on the roadside—are you trying to make me laugh to death so you can inherit my tea stall?"

Strangely enough, the tea stall owner also joined in nonchalantly, launching a second attack on the pale-faced man, probably making him cry from the pain.

That's so ugly, you idiot.

I must at least protect the only daughter of the academy's chairman and not let others know that the young lady who has been raised for 17 years is actually a comedic character in this novel!

He took the adorable white cat from his mysterious great-grandmother, rubbing the cat's soft, slightly bulging belly as he pointed to the golden retriever squatting on the ground.

Don't follow her example in the future!

"Meow!"

"Get up and eat! If you starve to death, I won't be able to transport your body back. What would you like to eat? What do you have here, landlady? Give this idiot a few pounds!"

"Besides tea, there are probably only fennel beans."

that's all.

…………

Kyosuke Kosaka looked at the manuscript he had written in an hour with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he might easily become immersed in it.

After all, a debut work is usually the most relatable.

He was satisfied, but when he turned around and saw his younger sister lying on the bed with a frown, his heart jumped: "Did something go wrong with your writing, Kirino?"

Yes, he was writing something with his sister.

They reached an agreement that they could play games and write together in the evenings, alternating between the two activities. This kind of nightlife enriched their minds and filled their emptiness, which was great.

Kyosuke believes this is the normal way for siblings to get along, and that it is also beneficial for shaping his sister's values ​​during adolescence through fun and education: "Speak up about any problems, and don't worry too much when writing or playing games."

Kirino is currently creating a fan fiction about Meruru, which is a children's work, similar to Pretty Cure. Its core theme is friendship, and its selling point is the loli and young girl.

Actually, Kyosuke would rather watch the popular chuunibyou anime airing at the same time, "Maschera ~The Lament of a Fallen Beast~", even though the lines in it are incredibly chuunibyou. However, in terms of the character art style, he is still a little uncomfortable with Meruru's creamy art style.

"Yes, it's about confessing your feelings."

My sister is worried about this... wait!

"There isn't even a man in Meruru, so where would a confession come from?"

Kirino looked at him, puzzled: "Girls can do it too, didn't you know?"

As if he'd been knocked unconscious, he was slightly dazed: "Th-that wasn't talking about friendship... yuri, cough, I've heard of yuri and such, but using it here..."

"Not suitable?"

"...It's not that it's inappropriate."

He sat down next to Kirino and carefully looked at the lines of text she typed in her notebook. Before he could even finish reading, he was overwhelmed by the emoticons that filled the notebook.

"Why are you sitting here...?"

His sister reluctantly handed him the computer.

Perhaps out of shyness, Kousaka Kyosuke felt his face flush when he showed his first piece of writing to someone. He recalled that his first piece of writing was accidentally seen by Utaha, who was sitting in the back row, and that's how their connection began.

"Hmm, confessing, confessing, let me see what a girl's confession is like—"

"To be precise, it was the first time I confessed my feelings, but I was rejected."

He stared at his sister in surprise: "Looks like you're not so stupid after all. You actually know how to do that kind of slick move of confessing your feelings in the first chapter and then rejecting them? Impressive, my sister."

"Huh? Who do you think I am—wait, were you just calling me an idiot?"

"So, what's bothering you is how...how to politely decline without losing face?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The younger sister, completely unaware that the topic had been changed, ran her fingers through her hair and said, "I don't have much experience with confessing my feelings. What about you?"

Have you ever confessed your feelings to someone?

Has she ever confessed her feelings to you?

Kyosuke paused for a moment, then smiled and patted her round head without saying a word.

Kirino stared at him without saying a word.

The breath seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Hey!"

Kirino crawled onto the bed and slowly moved toward him, her eyes as serious as a lion spotting its prey. He paused, put down the computer, and leaned back.

He was looking at his sister's face.

"what?"

"tell me."

His chin lightly touched the strands of hair on her forehead, and he could still feel the slight moisture on the girl's skin: "What should I tell you?"

She habitually bit her lip, and the question that was about to come out of her mouth suddenly stopped.

Kirino felt for the first time that love was like taking a hot spring bath. At first, you would feel excited, but if you soaked for too long, you would easily feel dizzy. Her excitement quickly subsided under her brother's questioning gaze.

Think about it, from what standpoint did she ask this question?

She's just a younger sister; why does she have to meddle in her brother's personal affairs? That's far too presumptuous of her.

The only sound that escaped from the corner of his mouth was a trembling voice filled with resentment: "I'm asking, how should this be written?"

"Oh, how should I write it... Let me see."

Kyosuke Kosaka sighed softly, his fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard: "Huh? What? You want to take this opportunity to get closer to me? I'm so sorry, you're being too deliberate and it feels so awkward. And although I like you, considering our relationship, I think it's better to just let it go. In short, I can't agree. I'm so sorry!!"

Meeting his sister's blank stare, he smiled calmly: "See, how's this a polite refusal?"

"...Not very good."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The previous chapter described what a writer said about what happened to the cherry tree that spring, calling it "budding," which isn't entirely wrong, but it's a one-sided view.

Liking someone isn't just about those things. It's about wanting to be with them, walking through life together.

What does spring do to the cherry blossom trees?

It blossomed and became beautiful.

Making the other person a better person is a wonderful kind of love.

Sigh, should I just write something like "My Life in Another World Is Really Problematic" and submit it to a writing contest? Like, updating it every few days?

Chapter Twenty-Five: The older brother was always very curious about his younger sister's body.

Kirino's patience isn't actually that great, especially when she's not very interested. So, when she writes a novel, it's like putting beef tripe into a hot pot—once it's boiling hot, she can eat it and then stop abruptly.

Aside from the lingering taste in her mouth, there wasn't a particularly deep impression in her mind—that's how writing novels was for Kirino Kousaka.

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't force him, just like his father didn't force him to become a policeman. It's important to do what you like when conditions allow.

Kyosuke Kousaka was doing what he liked, and Kirino was doing what she liked. They existed in each other's presence without interfering with each other—except for his sister's silly laughter, which seemed to come from the climax of the game, making him feel a little cold.

"Clap clap clap..."

The sound of Kirino's insteps slapping against the bedsheets.