Genes determine many things.
There were factors decided after birth as well, but at least when it came to appearance, genes held considerable sway.
One could not change one’s skeletal structure, hair, or skin color through effort.
Unless one found some way to overcome them, of course.
This piece of biological common sense was not unrelated to the situation unfolding before my eyes.
Two girls with completely identical genes were glaring at each other and tearing one another down.
Was it not practically like watching someone fight with a mirror?
The fact that I was the cause of that chaotic argument only made my head spin further.
“Why would he ask you? The ‘real one’ is standing right beside him…. Hmph. The original is always superior to the copy.”
“You wish!”
My younger sister was stamping both feet in frustration.
If there had not been iron bars between them, she looked ready to press her face directly against the other girl’s and start fighting.
I let out a faint groan and thought back to what had started this argument.
Making “Greed” wear a maid uniform.
It was naturally something Ria had every right to be angry about.
A girl who looked exactly like her was dressed in such revealing clothing. There was no way Ria would not feel her temper flare.