~Emerald Sonata Works~

*Materials featured are owned by Type-Moon and the Fate Universe*

~FATE/RenBorn~

The Shattered Diaries
Of a Useless Magi

Miya Flower's first step in securing the safety and future for her family's name—

—Screwed up – big time.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Miya Flowers ducked, letting a series of flying guillotines sliced through the air above her curled frame. It ended up not only dicing up all the heavy suits of armor her father loved to collect as a hobby—

—But the entire corridor went from pristine 5-star hotel lobby to 5 seconds after shattered Chernobyl.

"A-aaaah…F…Father's going to blame me for this! E-even if I survive this vicious ordeal, he'll definitely kill me with his own bare hands!"

"Heh-heh-heh. Yup. Just like the good old days when we were young, right baby sis?"

A man approached her within the corridor of the Flowers family mansion.

He was tall as a statue that was dedicated to a proud hero.

Had hair as deep as a blazing bonfire.

And his smile held the heart of a whimsical jester…If not hinted with a dash of blood-lust.

He was Omin Flowers. The 3rd oldest son of the Flowers Magi family.

He was also Miya Flower's honest-to-blood brother.

The man who stood as tall as a heroic statue played around with a thin and beautiful stick across his fingers as if a simple coin.

A Magical Medium of the Ancient Magicians – a Wand.

"So, baby sis. Shall we recollect on our memories right now? For example trading your bowl of tomato sauce for Hot Sauce…

Or forcing three bottles of Triple X Hot Sauce down your throat when the maids aren't looking and call you a little red oni girl?...I prefer the second one if you don't mind"

"…C…can I just go to my room, like mother and father usually do whenever you bully me?"

"Hee-hee. Nope."

Omin Flowers made his move.

He swung his wand and hundreds of blades popped out with sparkling confetti around him. They didn't wait for an order, they were just as eager to spill that little girl's blood.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

Miya Flowers was the perfect embodiment of cowardice.

She flat out ran for her life as hundreds of flying swords chased after her fragile heels…

…If not pursued by the rippling echo of her own blood brother.

…

This situation was confusing, you would say?

Why would siblings of a Magi family have this obscene duel to the death? Especially when their only baby sister was completely useless, if not unarmed.

The answer was simple.

No one liked Miya Flowers.

No one accepted Miya Flowers.

No one at all, loved Miya Flowers.

…

"…Why…"

Isn't it obvious, my dear heroine?

She had zero magical talent, only capable of acting the role of a pre-school teacher.

She had zero combat ability; only good enough to weave five different colored scarves in 10 minutes.

She had zero practical knowledge; only wise enough to use all kinds of machinery her family despised.

The blackest of the black sheep. The odd one out. Call it whatever you wish.

Miya Flowers may not be the sole cause of this sudden inter-family revolt…

But she was definitely going to be the first casualty.

"Wh-why was I born like this?! I honestly ask you Merciful God!—

Why did you put me a family that had nothing but sons from one generation after another, only to break their prideful record by putting a girl like me into the family portrait they never even bothered to paint me in!—

I may be just an ordinary girl, but to everyone here – I'm no better than a jinx!"

"Darn right, you no good for nothing Male-Lineage breaker!—

You're very birth wasn't only a disaster, but our status among the other honorable Magi struck rock bottom!—

A family who boasted to breed nothing but the finest sons and men who can shake the Magic World—

Suddenly breaks their plates by carrying a girl like you! If that didn't kick us in the groin – the fact that your magic sucks definitely sealed out grave!—

So, think about what you've done for coming into this world and reflect on your misgivings as I end this stinking farce!"

…

The clash continues…rather, the massacre refused to stop.

After tonight, other than the departure of the proud sons of the Flowers family splitting off into the endless night, there will only be one loss in the end.

Miya Flowers.

"STOP NARRATING MY PROBEMS LIKE AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER – AND SAVE ME WITH A DEUX EX MACHINA FLAG OR SOMETHING!"

"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING TO YOU, YOU DELUDED MALE-LINEAGE BREAKER!"