The Villainous Uncle in the Adult Game Gets Unusually High Praise from the Heroines

I thought to myself: this was seriously turning into a problem.

At the moment, I was the only one in the house, which meant I had to deal with everything myself. But more than that, Yozuki-chan’s expression carried an odd sense of resolve, maybe even recklessness, that I couldn’t quite overlook.

…Had something happened? Or had she simply reached her breaking point?

Either way, I couldn’t imagine this situation leading to anything good.

“Uh…”

“…Um, well,”

Yozuki-chan spoke, looking slightly awkward this time.

“It’s not like I ran away from home again like last time or anything.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“It’s just, my sister was being so annoy—uh, never mind,” she quickly corrected herself.

It seemed clear enough that she’d had some sort of spat with her sister.

Honestly, it felt like their relationship was different from the perfectly harmonious twins portrayed in the original story. Or perhaps, like any other siblings, they were simply going through a rough patch.

I wasn’t entirely sure, but whatever the case, fighting with her sister—twin or not—couldn’t be a good thing, especially if it was starting to impact her day-to-day life.

That said, it didn’t seem like a good idea to bluntly ask, “Did something happen with your sister?” right off the bat.

So instead, I decided to make her feel a bit more comfortable first.

Yozuki-chan’s favorite snacks.

I already knew she had a preference for spicy foods, but feeding her something too stimulating didn’t seem wise in her current state. I hence settled for something salty instead: rice crackers.

These weren’t just any rice crackers—these were my personal favorite, double-dipped in soy sauce, creating the most delicious ones I’d ever tasted. Since neither Tomoe-chan nor Sakurako-chan ate rice crackers often, I usually had plenty of these in stock.

I paired the rice crackers with a warm cup of tea—a blend of roasted green tea and brown rice tea that I had mixed myself. The toasty aroma and flavor made it, in my opinion, the perfect match.

“…”

Crunch, crunch, munch.

She bit into a cracker, paused as if in thought, then quietly resumed eating. It seemed like she liked them.

Finishing the first cracker quickly, she moved on to a second, and when that was gone, she washed it down with the tea. She sipped it slowly, the warmth just right, before letting out a small sigh of contentment.

Then, turning towards me, she blushed slightly.

“That… that was delicious. I mean, really delicious. What’s the name of these rice crackers?”

“They’re called ‘Incredibly Delicious Rice Crackers’.”

“…Huh?”

“Yeah, they’re literally sold as ‘Incredibly Delicious Rice Crackers’.”

“That’s quite the name… though I have to agree—they were really delicious.”

She nodded, seemingly satisfied, before awkwardly beginning to speak again.

“Uh, so… I’m still kind of fighting with my sister, Asahi. She’s kind, really, so I want to apologize, but…”

“Is there something you just can’t let go of?”

“…How do I put this? It’s not a great way to say it, but her attitude has been bothering me. Like, it just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“?”

I tilted my head in confusion, and she opened and closed her mouth several times, as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, she cast her eyes down and muttered, “…Sorry.”

It seemed she couldn’t quite articulate what she was feeling.

“But still, I can’t just leave things as they are. Letting time fix this feels… wrong.”

“It’s tough being tense with someone you’re so close to,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“That being said, I can’t really offer much help since I’m an outsider. Maybe you could ask someone else, like Sakurako-chan, Tomoe-chan, or even Sho-kun, to mediate for you?”

“Mm…”

There wasn’t much I could do directly. Our relationship wasn’t particularly close—we were practically strangers.

The best I could manage was offering a small piece of advice, “Why don’t you talk things through with someone both of you trust to mediate?”

“…You’re right,” she said reluctantly. Despite her hesitation, she nodded and seemed to accept my suggestion.

After a moment, she added, “Thank you. Sorry for dropping by out of the blue, saying whatever I wanted, and even eating your snacks.”

“It’s fine. Turning to someone when you don’t know what else to do isn’t a bad thing—so, uh…”

I glanced at the large backpack she had brought with her.

“What’s with the backpack?”

“Oh, this?”

She looked a bit sheepish before replying.

“Well… would you mind reading the novel I wrote?”