“…Ah, the smell of grilled skewers.”
It was a surprisingly long walk from my restaurant, where Lauren minded the shop, to the royal-capital residence of House Willard, where Sister Shia was staying.
I headed toward the residence at a leisurely pace, buying things from stalls along the way.
“The backstreets are as terrible as ever.”
The main thoroughfare presented the dazzling cityscape one would expect of a royal capital.
Turn toward the backstreets, however, and you found the bare-minimum existence of workers swept up in capitalist industrialization and exhausted by miserable working conditions.
It was exactly like London during the Industrial Revolution. The rise of communism seemed inevitable.
“It’s hard to believe the aristocracy is still so powerful.”
Despite this culture and level of civilization, there were no signs of revolution anywhere in this world. There wasn’t even the first hint of democracy, and every country was a monarchy.
“…Magic really is incredible.”
It was all because of magic.
The mighty spells available to royalty and the aristocracy gave the nobles an overwhelming advantage, reducing the possibility of revolution almost to zero.
“There you are!”
“Whoa!”
As I strolled through the city, leisurely observing the differences from my previous life, a loud voice suddenly reached my ears and someone lifted me from behind.
“…Sister Shia.”
I flailed my legs for a moment in confusion, but quickly realized who had picked me up and called her name.
“You’re late!”
I raised my head to find the grown-up face of Sister Shia looking down at me.
Unlike me, whose growth had stalled and who remained short even at twelve, my fifteen-year-old sister had become unusually tall for a girl.
Even while she held me up, I still had to look upward to see her face. That was how great the difference in our height had become.
“I went to the trouble of summoning a failure like you! Shouldn’t you come at once, even if you have to sacrifice everything else?”
“I have things of my own to do.”
I answered calmly as Sister Shia looked down at me with an aggrieved expression, as though she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I’m quite busy, you know. I’m trying to make my business bigger and bigger.”
“You don’t need to do that! I’ll look after you for the rest of your life! Taking care of her little brother is an older sister’s duty!”
“That won’t work.”
For some reason, Sister Shia had always been overprotective of me. She would probably marry someday and couldn’t keep fussing over her underachieving little brother forever.
“What are you talking about? There’s no way someone born with the earth attribute can become a normal person. Be good and let your big sister protect you, all right?”
“…Did you have to go that far?”
“I did!”
It was an impressively forceful declaration.
Could nothing be done about how warped Sister Shia had become? I wished she would cure that brother complex—and stop looking down on me while she was at it. In her eyes, I was far too much of a helpless ward.
“Well, I’ll forgive you this much for now. Come on, let’s hurry back to the residence.”
Despite my dissatisfaction, Sister Shia set off in a cheerful mood—with me still in her arms.
“…I’d like you to put me down.”
“Hm?”
People were staring, and it was embarrassing. Sister Shia ignored my perfectly reasonable complaint and carried me away like livestock being led to market.
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