Chapter 146: Eavesdropping on the Domestic Drama from the Storehouse Eavesdropping on the Domestic Drama from the Storehouse
* * *
“Stop it, Keranko!!”
The very next moment after Extra-sama and I began eavesdropping on the inside of the manor, a shrill, hysterical scream from a woman pierced our ears.
“H-How cruel, Karashia Onee-sama... Don’t be so rough? Look, the palm of my hand has turned red...”
“Oh my! This is terrible, Keranko-chan! We should treat your injury right away!”
“Oh dear, Miss Keranko...”
Next, we heard a more leisurely voice that sounded slightly younger than the scream – an elderly woman’s cat-like tone.
And a husky, low male voice.
“...In any case, I cannot hand this ring over to you. Excuse me.”
“Uwaa~~ Onee-sama is being mean~!”
“Oh my! Karashia, you are the older sister, aren’t you? Why don’t you indulge your cute little sister’s request a little!”
“...’A little’, you say, Mother? This dress, these hair ornaments, this necklace – Keranko has taken everything from me! And still you say ‘a little’!? That’s enough!”
“You must not talk back to your mother! Doj, do it.”
“Yes!”
“Wh-What are you going to do, Doj! Stop... Stop it! Aah!”
For a while, sounds of scuffling could be heard as if they were struggling, but it soon stopped, followed by a thud like something fell over.
“There, Keranko-chan! Your older sister has given you the ring! Please stop crying now.”V/\IssịT n0(v)eL/b(i)(n).co/m for the b/est novel reading experi/en/ce
“Really...!? Uwaa~~, how cute!”
“That is good, Miss Keranko.”
“W-Wait... Wait... That ring, just that ring...”
As if her tears from before were a lie, Keranko’s bright, cheerful laughter rang out.
Then the footsteps of several people walking away somewhere could be heard.
It seemed Keranko and the others had left for somewhere.
Karashia’s words, muttered in a voice like she was about to cry, did not reach Keranko’s ears at all.
After that, the sound of muffled sobs could be heard for a while, but from the noise it seemed Karashia eventually got up quietly and walked away somewhere too.
.....................
U-Umm...
...What? This sudden domestic drama?
<Haaaaaah! Th-This is! The “Abused Older Sister” trope common in isekai reincarnation settings!!>
Uwah!?
What, what is it, Extra-sama!?
Why are you suddenly getting excited!?
And also, huh?
You’ve just happened to watch stories focused on that by chance...
<Well, putting that aside. No matter how much we discussed it, whether those sisters are involved with isekai reincarnation or not honestly doesn’t really matter, does it?>
Eh? Why not?
Wouldn’t it be troublesome if we got involved with them?
<But Emi, you have no intention of entering that manor, right? There’s no way you’d get involved.>
...Ah, I see.
<And even if you changed your mind and wanted to do something about those sisters’ relationship, what could you do? Would hitting them improve family relations? Of course not.>
Hey!
There you go again with the narrative that “all I can do is hit”!?
Can’t you stop that!?
<My apologies. In any case, Emi. To bring the discussion back, you have no intention of doing anything about those sisters to begin with, right?>
Well, yeah, that’s right.
I may brag, but while my combat abilities have increased immensely, my interpersonal skills are utterly ruined.
Not to mention I’m a cursed child.
It’s not a problem I could just waltz in and somehow resolve.
It would only cause an unnecessary uproar.
<...I guess you are self-aware about “only being able to hit”...>
Ah!!?
<...My apologies. In that case! The only course of action for us outsiders is just one thing!!>
...A-And that is!?
<...Let’s just quietly enjoy eavesdropping from here!>
What a terrible conclusion. Especially the “enjoy” part is awful.
I don’t think it’s good to enjoy others’ misfortune from a viewer’s perspective, Extra-sama.
<As I said myself, it’s the side-effect of having watched nothing but isekai reincarnation broadcasts for so long... This kind of mentality has rubbed off on me...>
Extra-sama and I let out small, mutually inaudible sighs.
Even so.
I glanced outside through the storehouse window.
The blizzard had cleared since approaching this manor, without even the sound of wind – it was eerily silent.
However, a hazy fog blanketed the area, severely limiting visibility.
If possible, I wanted to wait until the weather improved before departing, so I intended to rest here a while longer.
Which meant.
With nothing else to do.
I closed my eyes again and began eavesdropping on the happenings inside the manor once more.