Part 1
Whenever I look at my little sister, I see myself, as if I was looking into a mirror. Except the mirror has a scratch.
If she'd fixed this stitch here, she would probably be the next me.
A perfect version of me. I won't let anyone criticize her, even if it's fair.
Part 2
The losers slandered me, claiming that I had used dark magic to gain my weaving skills. A wandering onmyoji heard the rumor and came to investigate.
"What a beautiful work! I hope I am lucky enough to meet its maker."
My heart beat rapidly when I heard this. I wondered if he was like all the others, who care so much about looks.
My little sister met with him on my behalf and gradually got to know him.
But I started to care more and more about the silly smile that she was having trouble hiding.
Part 3
News of my beauty and my weaving talent spread far and wide, until I received a royal order from faraway.
A lord ordered me to marry him as his eighth wife. I became resentful.
"I won't allow you to give yourself up. I'll go there instead of you."
"But I need your face to fool people. I can weave, but I can't fool anyone with this face."
In the waving candlelight, I saw tears frozen on my little sister's face, together with fear.
"You said he isn't not someone who cares about looks...."
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