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"Ava, your hair is done up in a rather crude bun, I must say--" the older boy sighed, "couldn't you bind it up neatly, like Head Maid Silvia does hers?"

I pouted, hands shooting up to my messed up bun and failing to cover it up at all, "I'll have you know this is the typical hairstyle of every fanfiction heroine, dearest brother Teri," I whined, "it's not 'crude' at all. It's a staple!"

"You're cutest when your hair's in drills!" he declared proudly.

"But that's my formal hair style! I want something easier to set sometimes," I grumbled.

With ash blond hair and always bearing the brightest smile-- this boy just three years older than me was my-- Avelynn's-- older brother.

Meet Terren Dawnflare, a guy you really don't have to remember the name of. The author has omitted his middle name because she knows long names are an annoying vomit of information no one cares about and finds tough to remember. Anyways, his middle name is Jude. No, you still don't have to remember it.

If you haven't read enough of this genre to figure it out, this guy is, yes, another capture target just like Prince Luis.

Despite being the Knight of the Royal Order and Prince Luis' private tutor, Terren is a bright and cheerful dude, mostly laid-back and easygoing but reliable and responsible. A typical life-of-the-party cinnamon roll or whatever, he's the customary sunshine boy that loves everyone and is loved by everyone. He may be stern, but he's a major siscon.

"Older sister Ava, elder brother Teri is right," the little blonde girl echoed hesitantly, speaking shyly in her oh-so-soft and gentle tone, smiling bashfully, "that is the maids' hairstyle. You could always let it down if you're tired of your drills."

"But the weather might warm up soon," I mumbled, "would a ponytail be too unseemly as well?"

"You could get a haircut, like mine!" she suggested cheerfully.

"What? NO!" Teri reacted explosively, "I already have a short-haired imouto character! Two will distort the delicate balance of character design!"

I facepalmed.

As I sighed, she smiled right back. Her hands poised before her, never a single moment breaking the elegance in her posture, my younger sister in her cute house dress was the epitome of a lady. Her hair was short, curled, ashen blonde like the rest of us-- yet, she was much more beautiful than I-- than Avelynn-- ever became.

My younger sister Nicolli Dawnflare was a little flower fairy in the mustiness of a moneymaking household. 

Everyone in this house was a sneering businessman or a naive little idiot. I, evidently, am the former. My brother, without saying, is one of the latter. Which one do you think Nico is?

I applaud if you tried to guess, but the answer is that she's neither.

She's honest but not gullible, crafty but not a witch.

She's a rival character, just like myself-- and like myself, she has a spectacularly terrible ending. She gets executed and her death is covered up as a sudden passing from an illness.

Well then, I realized, what should I do to avoid her bad end?