I Hated It Even More

In my seventeenth summer, three months before I went into isolation, the first daughter of Marquis Leonard, my “sister” returned, having disappeared shortly after birth. Everyone in the mansion loved her, and only her. It didn’t matter. Because from the very beginning, I’d known that my parents were utter tr*sh. I would’ve helped and organized all the documents for land management, but I saw no point in bothering the family that would soon fall. A family that would fall, should I, the one who actually did all the work instead of the Marquis, disappear. So, all I need to do is to isolate myself and get away from this place… –It was extremely cold! It must’ve been a long time ago.A self...