I’ve always been good at reading the mood. That’s why I’m playing the villain as my half-sister Marin, who wants to be the tragic heroine, wishes. If I don’t, my father who adores Marin will make me skip meals. Today’s target for Marin is Rio, the son of the Balgoa border count. Yes, yes, I’ll pour wine over your head, so you two get together and flirt… I thought, but then my wrist was caught by Balgoa’s son and made a dull sound. Balgoa’s son screamed. “Uncle, aunt! Th-this is bad!” “What did you do, Rio!?” That was the last thing I heard before I passed out from the pain.