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

br>It was said that her mother was a third princess in her homeland… Well, I didn’t mean to badmouth another kingdom I knew nothing about.

Because of the girl in front of me, I was enjoying myself.

“I mean, Lelouche is a girl? Don’t you want to read a picture book? We can draw together.”

“I hate playing at home.”

“Is that so?”

As it had rained yesterday, Lelouche felt sure that there were still some frogs in the garden.
(It seemed that she had read it in a picture book.)

Thus, we ended up crouching down by a puddle.

Lelouche puffed her cheeks.

“Yesterday, I was sewing with my mother…”

“Well, what did you make?”

“A rabbit plush toy.”

“Isn’t that amazing?”

“But it isn’t cute at all.”

She said so and lowered her face.
Reflected upon the puddle was her almost crying expression.

She was only five years old, right? Why was she so depressed at not being able to sew?

It was said that the formal princess education would start after she celebrated her fifth birthday.
I was allowed to see her for a bit, but my mother was truly stern.
She was much stricter than she used to be.
My younger brother, Zafield, and I were often punished… But I felt that my mother was even stricter with Lelouche.

Honestly, I couldn’t stand it.

That girl should’ve been crying and running away.
But instead, while holding back her tears, she tried to face my mother’s strictness upfront.

…Then, isn’t it alright to spoil her a little?

“If so, can you give me the plush toy?”

“What?”

“That stuffed animal.
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I want that stuffed rabbit.”

Her eyes went wide.
Those black, pearl-like eyes, which contrasted her bright skin, were staring at me.
But, she quickly dropped her gaze.

“But, I already threw it away.”

“If so, make it again.”

“But, it’s awful?”

“It’s alright.”

“It truly isn’t cute?”

“I’ll still like it.”

Then, she laughed a little.
“Your Highness is weird.” Until a while ago, she called me, ‘Onii-chan.’ It felt like it had been a long time ago, and I felt lonely.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As long as it made Lelouche happy, anything was fine.

That was the vow I had made towards my fiancée in my childhood.

“The stuffed animal I promised… is unbefitting of Your Highness.
So, I’ll give you this instead.”

During my birthday celebration, what Lelouche gave me in such a mature tone was a ready-made fountain pen.
The small rabbit carved with the engraving of my name was probably compensation for breaking her promise.
Perhaps, because she was in front of many, she felt nervous.
She kept glancing at her parents and my mother.

However, I was aware of it.

She must had done her best to make a stuffed animal.
In the first place, she was the one who threw it away when I wanted to see it.

Therefore—

—I carefully accepted the fountain pen, and put on an exaggerated smile that everyone could see.

“Thank you! I’m very happy!”

“Then, that’s a relief…”

But, Lelouche—did you know?

Inside my jacket was the ugly rabbit you thought you had thrown away.
There was no way I could dispose of something she had made.
Her efforts, her kindness—I wanted to cherish her for the rest of my life.

“This is the best birthday gift.”

***T/N: Is it a brotherly-love?