She's the older sister of the yandere Male Lead in a BL novel

chapter 10

”I’ve decided to go to the temple, Lisandro.”

Goosebumps rose up my spine. I covered my ears and looked around, but my sight became blurred, and soon, another space unfolded before my eyes.

I had definitely been in the library just now, but I suddenly found myself in Lisandro’s room.

Somehow, even as I turned my head to look elsewhere, my sight wouldn’t follow. The illusion played out like a scene that wouldn’t wait for me to settle down and comprehend everything.

In Lysandro’s room, I saw myself as Yurenia with Lisandro as they faced each other.

Not feeling my presence there, they continued their conversation.

“So?”

“Lisandro.”

Yurenia carefully called her brother’s name, but he only asked back coldly. He had a smile on his lips as though he couldn’t understand.

“You came into my room just to say that?”

“I’m...”

“Whether you live in the temple or somewhere else, I don’t care.”

I bit my lips as I held in the urge to cry. The mischievous Lisandro that I knew was nowhere to be seen.

The Lisandro I saw now, who was slightly taller, was cold... indifferent.

Yurenia couldn’t say anything more than a few stutters and just left the room.

As my mind wandered in so much confusion while my ears buzzed wildly, a clear voice suddenly pierced through.

“Noona.”

“......”

“Noona!”

After a brilliant flash of light, my blurred vision then cleared up. The first thing I saw was Frey, who was standing in front of me. After blinking a couple of times, I frowned.

“You shouldn’t keep that pretty face of yours so close to someone else’s face so suddenly.”

“...Did something happen? You’re so pale, Noona.”

Frey carefully touched below my eye, ignoring my playful words.

Perhaps tears flowed out without me realizing it, but there was some moisture on Frey’s finger.

Because I couldn’t answer, I just shook my head.

How could I possibly say, ‘Just now, I saw how twisted the relationship had been between the wicked Lisandro and me.’

...But what was that anyway?

It’s the second time I’ve seen an after image like that, and the first was with Lisandro, also in this library.

Was I looking at Yurenia’s memories?

“It’s complicated. And I hate it.”

While sighing deeply, my forehead wrinkled. Frey, who watched me silently, pressed over my forehead and rubbed it gently.

I was grateful for his consideration, especially because he didn’t ask why I cried.

“Then stop thinking about it, Noona.”

“Huh?”

“You just put it aside and come back to it later when it’s a matter that you can’t ignore anymore.”

“...Do you think that’s alright?”

When I asked cautiously, he nodded and answered brightly.

“Yes, of course. But you’ll have to bear the risks that will follow.”