The Villainess Becomes a Commoner

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When Kotone started going crazy, mother’s behaviour changed as well.
The reason for that is undoubtedly Kotone but the fundamental cause was someone else.

「Uhh, you noticed it, Kotone?」
「Rather, I was stupid for not noticing it earlier.
Misaki, how was mother’s acting?」

「It was quite the hammy acting.」

Misaki was the one that spoke her mind the most.
She’s probably the only person that could say “You’re stupid, milady.” right in front of the crazy Kotone’s face.
The fact that she said it without being afraid of getting fired is a positive in my book.
Though Kotone was completely furious about it.
Really, it’s a mystery how she didn’t get fired that time but I suspect that mother did something.

And the said mother in question is currently bursting with tears.

「Uwa~ah! Kotone was, Kotone was properly paying attention to me!」
「Congratulations, madam.」

Sobbing loudly, mother clings on to Sakiko.
As I thought, this is the real her, huh.
To start, it’s just weird.
She still showed emotions when Kotone was a child, but a while after Kotone went mad, she started wearing the mask she has on right now.

She probably had some sort of internal change but I can’t say that it worked for the better.
Besides, I only noticed it after seeing a memory Kotone had when she started avoiding mother.

「Some time ago, I once saw you embrace the twins crying after I rejected you.
Honestly speaking, I should have noticed it that time.」

I became certain after seeing that scene.
Incidentally, the “twins” refer to Kotone’s sister and brother two years younger than her.
Currently, they should be in their third year of middle school.
Next year, they might enroll in the academy but it’s unrelated to me right now.
I have my hands full with my own problems, I don’t have the time to be worried about them.

Honestly speaking, the Kisaragi family is troublesome.
In a lot of ways.

「Um, Kotone? There’s something I want to confirm if you don’t mind.
How do you think of your father?」
「If I had to be honest, more of an enemy.
I personally loath calling that my father.
Also, my father complex is cured now, so please don’t worry.」

I recall the main motivation for Kotone’s actions.
The driving force of her actions is her desire to see and talk to her father.
But no matter how good Kotone’s grades were, no matter how much the people around her praised her, the father in question didn’t show any interest in her at all.

As if this was only natural for someone born from the Kisaragi family.
But after failing just once, her actions shifted in a different direction.
That’s because her father would see her when she failed.
Of course, to scold her. How could you commit such a mistake as a Kisaragi, he said.

There, Kotone realized.
If she fails, they can meet.
If she sullies her reputation, they can talk.
Frankly speaking, she got twisted.

「What a relief.
I’m glad that Kotone is one of the Kisaragi’s to return to sanity.」
「Wait a minute.
Don’t tell me that every member of the Kisaragi family is like how I was before?」
「Bloodlines are scary, aren’t they?」

Oi.
That’s beyond troublesome now.
What the heck.
I completely assumed that Kotone was the only twisted one but it seems like it’s a problem for everyone in the Kisaragi family.
Eh? Wait, then my father has a father or mother complex too? He always warns us to respect the family’s honor, but isn’t he a big issue as well?

「And what about father and grandfather?」
「My husband has an incurable mother complex while the grandsire had a sister complex for his older sister but returned to sanity.」
「I’m surprised they even got married and had children.」

While at my wit’s end, I asked her directly.
Oi, the only decent ones were those that were from outside the family, aren’t they? There’s a lot of problems in the Kisaragi bloodline.
Well, I can’t quite call mother decent, huh.
Considering this, the twins probably have some sort of issue too.