That was what I thought.
When he was three, he began using his still-unskilled magic to torment House-elves.
At five, he went to our parents and said he wanted to learn the Cruciatus Curse to punish the Muggle boy who had stepped on his foot in the street.
I found it disgusting.
I brought this up with my parents.
But they did not care. They even thought I was meddling.
They said only someone like my younger brother was a true child of a Pure-blood family.
I did not count.
Not because I was not close to them, but because I was a girl. I could only be married off in an alliance.
Once again, I was glad I had not truly believed them.
I had to learn ×× Legilimency, and I had to do it without anyone knowing.
The thought of going to Hogwarts and living under Dumbledore's watch made me decide that even if I failed to learn anything else, I absolutely had to learn Legilimency.
I had to, I had to!
If I was taken away for a marriage alliance someday, then at the very least, I could not let the person beside me in bed know my true nature.
Anyone could guess what sort of family a family like mine would marry me into.
As for running away from the marriage.
It was not as though I had never considered it. But I still did not have the courage.
After all, I was so ordinary.
Even after transmigrating, I had not suddenly become a genius.
I was still that ordinary.
My magical talent was not strong.
It was mediocre.
Conte was definitely stronger than me.
I no longer wanted to provoke Conte.
If Conte caught me, he would use magic to toy with me.
I could