I am being restrained...

Restrained from contacting Nalesha...

Restrained from contacting my most adorable and cutest sister, Nalesha...

"Ah! Why?! Why?!"

Ignoring my helpless and desolate cries, Elf King Kalmen left in a ruthless manner...

The once clear and beautiful weather shattered in his shadow.

And in my heart... a torrential downpour began...

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Since then, I was only allowed to contact with Nalesha when accompanied by one of our parents. And even then, we were only allowed verbal communication, but not any physical contact.

However, when faced with my angelic and adorable sister, I couldn't utter a single word...

Nalesha tugged on Kalmen's robe helplessly, and asked, "Father, why does my sister look at me with such terrifying eyes?"

"Well... that's probably because she hates you, Nalesha. Don't interact with her too much," Kalmen answered.

Damn you, Elf King! How dare you meddle in the relationship between me and my sister!

Well, well, father. I'm not in a hurry. I know, my mother said that once Nalesha is six, I can freely play with her. And from then on, you will never lay a finger on my sister...

The incident I described at the beginning happened one day before Nalesha's sixth birthday, and also one year after my mother's death.

That day, I kicked open the door of the elf hut, and faced my dumbfounded father.

With my arms crossed, I arrogantly proclaimed, "Damn you, Kalmen, the so-called Elf King, but a selfish and unworthy king, a wicked bastard and a saboteur of the relationship between me and my sister. You listen carefully! Starting tomorrow, Nalesha belongs to me! I will never allow you to contact my sister again!"

Hehe, this is my mother's last wish. If you dare not follow it, I will expose this to everyone else, and let's see how you can keep your crown.

"Ahh, you actually can describe me with four titles, I really shouldn't underestimate you... cough, wait a minute, Namisa."

Father put down the files in his hand, pressed his left hand against his forehead, and waved to me with his right hand.

"What do you mean by saying Nalesha belongs to you?" he asked.

"Hmph, it means she belongs to me for the rest of my life!"

"So... you mean-"

"I want to marry her!"

Bang-

Father's head bumped onto the wooden desk.

Uh... was it necessary to be this shocked? I just made a request based on the situation...

All I remember is that Father said these words which seemed like a profound truth in a hopeless and empathetic tone: "Sisters cannot marry with each other..."

"...What... What do you mean?"

"Sisters, are, not, allowed, to, marry, with, each, other."

A thunderous sensation reverberated from my eardrums to my brain, then flowed down my veins, and rattled throughout my body.

"...Huh?"

"There are two taboos for sisters to marry with each other from an ethical point of view...being close relatives and the same gender... Did your mother really neglect to educate you about this?"

I couldn't hear what he said after that, as only these few sentences echoed in my mind :

-Wrong.

-Completely wrong.

-The whole world is wrong.

This kind of thing... it couldn't possibly happen...

Why... why did it turn out like this...

I... I thought... I could have been...

Ah, let it all be destroyed.

This world... it's already no longer needed...

Under Kalmen's heartless verdict, a girl's beautiful and radiant dream... shattered into pieces.

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"Sister, I want to play with you..."

"No!! Please, no!! Why is this happening?!"

"Uh!? Wuuuuuu..."

With tears streaming down her face, Nalesha dashed out of my room...

Oh no... What have I just... done?

Realizing the situation, I immediately chased after her—

"Wait! Nalesha, I was ..."

However, the sight before my eyes froze my throat—

There stood Kalmen, the current Elf King and my damn father who has obsessed over his precious daughter, gently stroking Nalesha's hair with a warm and kind smile for comforting her as she cried.

"There, there, stop crying. After all, your sister always speaks without thinking! Look, she came out to apologize to you."

"Uh... wu..."

Nalesha rubbed her eyes then turned her head to looked at me, but immediately turned it back and buried herself in Kalmen's arms.

That man cast a provoking glance at me with a smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he had already secured his victory.

But I didn't care about any of that because—

I...

Was despised by my own sister...

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In the following ten years...

I could only watch my dear sister Nalesha from a distance. Every time we got close, I would feel a heart-pounding panic and anxiety.

I know it too well that this kind of deep love is impossible but I still refuse to let it go

Nalesha, my beloved Nalesha, so beautiful and elegant, so delicate and lovely...

Why can't I ever marry her?!?!!?