At the place I fled to.

"I'm sorry, but one of you will have to marry into one of the Marquis households." I listened silently to my father's words, spoken in his office, together with my older sister. I ignored my sister's comment of "the younger one should," cut things short with "anyway, it's late, so let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?" and rushed into my room, fleeing this troublesome matter as quickly as I could. ● The story of a younger sister who says, "I don't need that anyway."