The Villainess who Only Had 100 Days to Live Had Fun Every Day

r impressions of the books.
Apparently, she read until dawn.
Good.

Thus, I went to the atelier with Rufus.
His master (planned) stared alternately between us with a fed-up expression.

“Oi, show me.”

“Huh!?”

“Not ‘huh’, show me the picture you drew.
You’re old enough, already.
Why are you still hiding behind your older sister?”

That’s justifiable.

It might be more worthwhile if the person in question was the one who did it.
As such, I handed over the painting to Rufus.
Then, Rufus gave it to his master (planned) with his own hands.

“Please!”

“Hmm…”

His master (planned), who was as unfriendly as ever, looked over the picture while caressing his fine beard.
Rufus mumbled beside me, “As I thought, it’s impossible…”

“…Young fellow, when do you want to enter?”

“Huh?”

“Not ‘huh’, if you don’t stop with your young master attitude, you won’t survive in this world.
Of course, if you want to stay that way, you can hold your sister’s hand as you go home.
Choose whichever makes you happier!”

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“B, but, is, it truly alright…?”

“Fix that habit of replying foolishly right now! If you are told something, the answer should be ‘Yes!’, I won’t accept any other reply—do you understand!?”

“Y, yes!”

“Once again!”

“Yes—!”

In response to Rufus’ shout, his master (official) snorted.

As I held my chest in relief, the master asked me.

“But, are you sure about this? Is your place alright with this arrangement?”

Oh, my.

Did he decide to agree despite knowing Rufus was the Duke of Elcage’s heir? It seemed that he’d be a more wonderful master than I imagined.

Naturally, I’d respond to that kindness with utmost courtesy.

“Of course.
The child has already been entrusted to your services.
Please feel free to use him from this moment onwards.”

“Stop bowing like that.”

“How rude.”

When I returned to my usual posture, the master sighed.

“Well, I’ll take care of this one.
However, once he becomes a hot seller, I can’t promise I will return him to you.”

Then, the master pushed Rufus’ back.
As they entered the atelier, I raised one final question.

“Uhm! Why did you decide to take a look at my brother’s painting today?”

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“Huh?”

The master scratched his head awkwardly.
Even so, he answered.

“…I had a dream.
A man who looked like a god made me do it.
Dammit… as if I can get rid of him after seeing that.
For even a god to take his side—what a mad lad.”

Dream…? God…?

The god’s words from last night resurfaced within my mind.

“It seems that I will need to take care of you.”

Involuntarily, I laughed.

“Fufu, I’m honored.”

“I’m not praising you!”

The master turned his back.

I waved to Rufus who glanced back at me.

“Good luck!”

“Yes! Thank you, older sister!”

Towards my little brother, who was advancing towards his dream, did I manage to properly send him off with a smile?

—Only 64 days remained for me.

…Thus, I was sure that was our farewell for this life.

Wringing out tears was a noble lady’s expertise.
So was suppressing them.

Alone, I turned on my heels with a smile on my face.

***T/N: …The last bit punched me square in the guts.
I didn’t expect the sudden FEELS…