I Was Reincarnated As The Older Brother Of A Villainess Destined to Die, So I Want To Change The Future By Raising My Younger Sister With My Own Hands. I Am The Strongest In The World, But My Little Sister Must Be The Cutest In The World - Volume 4 Chapter 1.3

What comes to mind when you hear “entrance ceremony”? Many people would think of long speeches by important figures.

The school’s ceremony was no exception, as it continued with numerous speeches from aristocrats who served as sponsors. In games, it would be over with a few clicks, but it seems reality doesn’t work that way.

However, we nobles have it easy. We can relax in our private rooms on the upper floor, so we don’t have to listen to the speeches at all. We can even chat among ourselves without any problem since they can’t see us from the stage.

The ones who have it tough are the commoners in the first-floor seats. Not only are the speeches boring enough to induce sleepiness, but if they are caught not paying attention by the nobles, it could escalate into a very serious situation. I don’t think they would lose their lives over such rudeness, but there is an undeniable fear that comes with dealing with nobility.

I don’t want my friends to face unfair treatment, so I’ll support Dan and Milia with mental magic. They seem weak against this kind of thing, after all.

The entrance ceremony proceeded smoothly, and all the speeches from the important figures came to an end. It seems there were no dropouts, which is a relief.

And so, the ceremony moved on to its final item: the “Selection Ritual,” which marks the beginning of the original game.

Let’s confirm it once again. Once every hundred years, the Holy Kingdom performs a ritual to reseal the Demon Lord slumbering in the east and west. The central figures responsible for this are the Hero and the Saint. Young people form parties around them to reseal the Demon Lord.

The Hero and the Saint, who are familiar as the protagonists, are actually chosen through divine revelation. The moment of divine revelation is the last part of the entrance ceremony, the “Selection Ritual.”

The revered god of this country doesn’t actually exist, but according to the Apostle of God, Akatsuki, it’s likely that a real god is intervening. Considering the danger posed by the Demon Lord in the west, it is a natural response.

With the protagonist’s story about to begin, I started feeling somewhat nervous. The anticipation of witnessing grand scenes that I had previously experienced only through a screen, and the fear of taking the first step into Caron’s fate of death. These emotions blended together, creating a strange sense of exhilaration.

“Oh, Onii-sama?”

Did she notice something strange about me? Caron, who was sitting right next to me, called out to me. The other three also looked at me with a puzzled expression.

Seeing their concern, I let out a small sigh.

There’s no need to get all worked up. I’ve done everything I could, so there’s no point in being scared now. I’ll stay calm and composed.

I reminded myself of that and changed my mindset.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment.”

“I see. I was worried if something was wrong with you.”

“I apologize.”

“No, as long as Onii-sama is well, there’s no problem.”

Caron smiled. Her radiant smile was like a gentle sunshine, illuminating my heart. My beloved little sister’s smile had a more profound effect than any medicine.

Time passed in such a manner, and finally, the “Selection Ritual” began. In the solemn and silent venue, a beam of light appeared from nowhere. Even though we were indoors, it resembled a faint ray of sunlight.

The first person to be bathed in that light was Yudai, the chosen Hero. At first, he seemed bewildered by the light, but gradually, he seemed to understand that he had been appointed as the Hero, and he proudly stood tall.

Perhaps he’s thinking carelessly, believing he’s just a chosen hero. Unaware of the glares from the surrounding nobles. I could sense his thoughtlessness, not considering the future hardships at all. Well, if he wasn’t so dense, that story wouldn’t work, I suppose.

Personally, I don’t like him, but there are heroines who are saved by him, so I don’t intend to meddle unnecessarily. My approach to him and his target heroines will remain the same: “Observe and leave them be.”

Yudai was called by the elderly school headmistress and stood by her side, wearing a confident expression that irritated me.

Just as the noisy venue began to regain some calm, the selection of the Saint began.

However, an unexpected event occurred at this point. For some reason, the light of selection started wandering around the venue. In the original game, it should have illuminated the chosen one instantly, just like it did with the Hero. What’s going on?

The commotion within the castle spread even more. Everyone present in the venue expressed their confusion as they watched the light wandering around.

“What on earth is happening?”

“Is it a malfunction or something?”

“…Is the divine oracle lost?”

Even Caron and the others looked puzzled. Nina’s comment could raise doubts about her faith, but since there are no genuine believers present here, no one paid it any attention.

Then, Shion whispered in my ear.

“Did something happen?”

“Hey, Shion. Can you stop blaming me every time something happens?”

It feels like I should question her perception of me once again. I’m not a troublemaker, you know.

Feeling a slight frustration, I observed the flickering light once again. I hope it’s just my imagination, but is the light wavering between the protagonist Saint and us? It’s still unsteady, and it’s hard to say for sure, but once you notice it, it’s difficult to think of any other possibility.

Could it be that they are struggling with choosing between the protagonist and Caron as the Saint?

I couldn’t believe how foolish that idea was. I mean, I don’t even know the criteria for selecting the Hero or the Saint. I know the basic requirement of a black-haired male and a blonde female, but how they narrow it down is still a mystery, even from my past life. If it’s based on the potential they can achieve in the future, there’s a possibility that Caron might be chosen as the Saint. With my intervention, her skills as a light mage are limitless.

This is unexpected. Who could have predicted a scenario where the protagonist is not chosen as the Saint?

No, that’s not it. It’s my fault for blindly believing that things would follow the game’s path. I’m aiming to avoid fate, yet my thought process is full of contradictions. Damn it, I shouldn’t have to display my mediocrity in a situation like this.

While cursing inwardly, the light finally seemed to have chosen its target. It stopped its wandering motion and headed straight towards a certain location.

And there, waiting ahead was…

“It seems that woman has been chosen as the Saint,” Caron exclaimed.

The person chosen as the Saint was the same as in the original game. A plain-looking woman with chestnut hair and golden-brown eyes.

Orca tilted his head. “But that girl doesn’t seem to have the aptitude for light.”

“Maybe she’s an earth mage?” Nina voiced her confusion as well.

It wasn’t just them. Everyone in the venue, except for me, looked puzzled.

It’s a reasonable reaction. The Saint is supposed to be a light mage. Those with blond hair or golden eyes should be chosen. This girl, who seems to be an earth mage, appears unsuitable as the Saint.

But I know what will happen next. It should happen soon… Yes, here it comes.

As everyone’s attention focused on the protagonist, it suddenly began. Her hair and eyes started to shine. Not to the extent of filling the whole area, but enough to dazzle those nearby.

A few seconds later, the light subsided, leaving a dramatic change in the protagonist.

“H-Her hair… it turned blonde!?” Caron’s words summed it up.

The protagonist’s hair changed to a definite light mage color—golden.

“Wow, amazing!”

“Unbelievable.”

“What is this…?”

Orca, Nina, and even Shion, who usually remained silent due to her position, were amazed and exclaimed in awe. Such a strong impression was conveyed through this transformation.

Well, of course. When the chosen one receives the oracle and transforms into a light mage, it appears as if they have been entrusted with the power of the gods. The impact on the citizens of the Holy Kingdom, a religious nation, would be enormous. In fact, the reactions of the people here are quite subdued.

Look, the attitudes of the others are even more remarkable. The venue is filled with cheers for the Saint that shake the place. It’s too noisy, so I’ll set up a soundproof barrier.

Even though I knew it from my knowledge of the game, witnessing it firsthand is astonishing. It truly is a spectacle of “The Descent of the Saint.” Thanks to this, the protagonist Saint will be respected from all sides.

It’s only natural, even for non-believers, to be overwhelmed.

“Here, a hero and a saint have been born! Let us all lend our full support to them!”

The academy director, who retrieved the Saint from the confused crowd, declared from the podium. He took the hands of the two and lifted them up. In response, the people in the venue shouted in unison.

“It’s so energetic. I might not be able to keep up,” Orca remarked.

“I don’t want to be swept up in the excitement,” Nina added.

“I agree,” they exchanged words with a somewhat timid demeanor.

Only in this room do I feel calm, as if left behind. Caron and Orca have been influenced by my status as a reincarnator, Nina has resigned herself due to her confinement, and Shion has little faith as part of her spy training. This is the current situation due to their lack of religious devotion.

Suddenly, Orca asked, “Caron, aren’t you disappointed that you weren’t chosen as the Saint?”

“Why?” Caron replied.

“Well, you’re called the ‘Sunlight Saint,’ so I thought you might feel a bit regretful,” Orca explained.

“Not at all,” Caron firmly denied. From her expression, it was clear that she had no regrets.

She explained her reasoning, “My path is by my brother’s side. I don’t care about the title of the Saint. Besides, I never really liked the nickname ‘Sunlight Saint’ to begin with.”

This is the epitome of sibling love. Caron has never wavered. Although it’s not my place to say, isn’t her determination too strong?

“Oh, I think it’s cool, having a nickname! I want one too. Right, Nina?” Orca turned to Nina.

“Why are you asking me?” Nina replied.

“Because we both have nicknames, right?”

“I don’t like my nickname either,” Nina said.

“Is that so? You’re so picky,” Orca chuckled.

The three of them engaged in a conversation unrelated to being heroes or saints.

It’s not just Caron, but everyone here might be unwavering.

As I watched the playful interaction among the three, Shion suddenly spoke up.

“Zexus-sama’s nickname is—”

“Stop it,” I interrupted her.

I made sure the three didn’t notice.

Actually, within the royal faction, there are whispers of my unofficial nickname. Of course, it’s just gossip.

The name is “White Satan .” It came about because the last spell I used in the duel against the Sword Saint left an impression of “An angelic appearance, but the actions of a devil.” Who came up with such an embarrassing nickname? If I find out, I’ll beat them up.

Amidst the excitement of the Saint’s Descent, we continued to live our lives as usual.

With this kind of atmosphere, we can surely enjoy our school life.

There is no basis for it, but I can’t help but be confident in that belief.