After calming down, Ciel asked, “...So if you’re not going to become the Patriarch, then what are you going to do?”

“I guess I’ll just do anything I want to do,” Eugene shrugged.

“Did you know? Mother wants me to marry you.”

“How awful.”

Ciel’s eyebrows twitched at Eugene’s immediate reply.

“What’s so terrible about it?” she growled.

“You and I are family, siblings at that,” Eugene pointed out.

Ciel complained, “But you’ve never once called me big sis.”

“We’re the same age, so who do you think you’re calling a little brother?” Eugene argued. “You aren’t going to repeat the same nonsense that you spouted when you were thirteen, are you? About how you’re the older sister just because you were born a few months earlier?”

“I’ve been telling you to call me big sister for the past four years. If you’ve been forced to hear me say it this much, can’t you at least pretend to let me win just once and call me big sis?”

“Why should I pretend to lose when I’m always winning? If you really want to hear...