Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Evnia cautiously raised a question.

“Are you not going to send this person away?”

“The mistress of a noble house must have a knight, as is proper.”

She had asked Seven the question, but the answer came from Giyermo.

It seemed this knight, like Hanna, was also personnel recruited for the new mistress.

To think he had been forcibly detained in an unwanted place for three whole years.

Though she felt sorry for him, she was merely a temporary guest who would be staying briefly, so it wasn’t a matter she could interfere with carelessly.

Since he had been caught infiltrating the castle, it was also awkward to readily take his side.

Seeing Evnia’s conflicted expression, Giyermo added helpfully, as if to assist her quick judgment.

“If you wish, you may take that knight with you. However, you should know beforehand that this fellow infiltrated this castle with the purpose of theft.”

“Ah…”

“No, miss! Well, it’s not entirely wrong, but I absolutely didn’t mean it with bad intentions, miss! Are you listening to me?”

When Evnia let out a quiet sigh, Max desperately struggled to change her mind.

Seeing him excuse that it wasn’t for bad purposes, it didn’t seem he was entirely innocent either.

She had no intention of voluntarily adding new hardships to her already difficult second act of life.

Evnia muttered while avoiding Max’s eyes.

“I’ll think about it…”

“Miss! Please reconsider just once more!”

“Don’t make such a commotion, Count Max.”

Giyermo cut off Max’s words with an annoyed expression.

His warning didn’t stop at just giving a caution.

As soon as Giyermo lightly flicked his fingertips, Count Max disappeared from sight. He seemed to have sent him somewhere else entirely.

She had never seen the opponent move in such a way before, so she thought only the man could do such things, but perhaps that wasn’t the case.

Having easily removed the troublesome person from sight, Giyermo rested his cheek on the hand he had used to move Count Max and spoke in a worried voice.

“To shout so rudely in front of the mistress, did I perhaps recruit a knight who lacks basic manners?”

“You made him chop firewood for three years and expect him to act like a proper knight?”

Seven retorted as if astounded, then let out a long sigh.

He shook his head and said.

“If the introductions are over, I’m leaving. Hey kid, if you find yourself unable to communicate with that fish-head over there, come find me. Don’t come often, only when absolutely necessary.”

The crow called Levi also didn’t miss the opportunity to bid farewell.

“I’m leaving too. Tell the master that if he doesn’t give me a bath today, I’ll run away. Caw!”

Seven left through the door as when he had entered, while Levi went out through the window.

The problem was that the window was closed and the crow, larger than a small child, was hard enough to pierce through glass.

As Levi took off with nimble skill, the glass shattered and fell along with the window frame with a crash.

Evnia’s bedroom became a complete mess in an instant.

Hanna, startled by this, shouted “I’ll bring a broom!” and hurriedly ran outside.

Finally, silence settled over the room after an even greater commotion than when Count Max was present.

“Well, setting aside the relatively unimportant matters.”

After a brief silence, Giyermo shrugged and dismissed the situation. Then he slowly walked toward Evnia with his arms crossed.

His mysterious silver hair swayed softly above his black mask.

Though his mask covered almost his entire face, she could read his general expression from just his visible eyes and lips.

He looked down at Evnia with eyes mixed with interest and suspicion and said.

“By the way, why is our bride trying to leave this place?”

“…”

“Is there some reason you must do so?”

Evnia thought.

Would this person try to punish those who deceived him if he learned the hidden truth, or would he show mercy considering their pitiful circumstances?

Evnia didn’t take long to answer. This was a question with a clear answer.

“Is it strange that I want to leave here?”

“It is strange. Didn’t Count Max also say so? That it’s a dangerous world for a woman to wander alone.”

“Litberck is like a foreign land to me as well. It’s hardly a place I can be confident is safe.”

Giyermo’s eyebrow rose slightly. He seemed to be gauging the truth of what Evnia had said.

Such a being probably wouldn’t feel danger anywhere in the world, which would make it all the more difficult to understand ordinary people’s standards.

Sure enough, the opponent remained silent with an uncertain expression, unable to rashly condemn Evnia.

Evnia added as if driving in the final nail.

“There’s also a crow that snaps at you for looking, and a knight who seems like he’d give you tetanus if you touched him wrong.”

To escape the difficult situation, Evnia threw under the bus the two who had been relatively unfriendly to her.

Fortunately, it seemed to have an effect as Giyermo took a step back.

“Is that so?”

Hearing his muttering that was close to talking to himself, Evnia felt the momentum had shifted to her side.

Now it was time to naturally change the subject.

“If it’s not rude, may I ask just one thing?”

“Please speak.”

“Why does Giyermo-nim view my departure unfavorably?”

Though she had gotten the chance to ask by accident, it was actually a question Evnia had been curious about all along.

Why had this man tried to bring a fake bride before his master?

Even knowing that the opponent was looking for the reincarnation of his former wife, not a daughter of the Hessen family.

That question seemed to arouse interest in Giyermo as well.

Giyermo, who raised the corners of his mouth as if amused, walked past Evnia toward the window.

She had thought this before, but he didn’t look at all like someone who would serve under others.

He was a man who could produce a respectful attitude whenever necessary, but didn’t hide that such treatment depended entirely on his own mood.

Giyermo tapped at the glass window that was blown open in the shape of a flying bird and asked.

“Do you remember what that crow said earlier?”

Evnia quietly retraced what Levi had said.

It wasn’t difficult. That crow hadn’t said much before leaving.

“…That he’d run away if you didn’t give him a bath today?”

“He called me a slave.”

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, he had said that too. Even emphasized it twice.

She had thought it was just something said to get on his nerves, but perhaps there was a more serious meaning hidden behind it.

Giyermo sighed while holding his forehead with an expression full of anguish.

“Damn it, that’s the truth.”

“…Weren’t you something like… a butler?”

“I was once a great being. Until that arrogant blessed one who obtained immortality despite being born human came looking for me.”

Saying this, Giyermo slowly traced over the window with his remaining hand.

The broken glass returned to its original state, and colors rose like smoke from within it.

Only after the window was completely repaired did Evnia realize that the opponent was drawing a scene from the past.

She could see two finger-sized people engaged in fierce battle within a puppet show-like charming stage.

Of course, due to the method of expression, it didn’t really feel like a fierce battle.

“We fought for three days and nights. It was unfair. I had done nothing wrong to that bastard, yet he came looking for me unilaterally and picked a fight. He knew about me, but I knew nothing about him.”

“Ah…”

“There was a moment when victory seemed to lean toward my side, but in the end, he cowardly used my weakness to bring me down. It was a humiliating defeat. He even took me prisoner and dragged me to his home. Telling me to do cleaning in this castle if I didn’t want to die? Ha, really!”

“I see…”

Evnia responded halfheartedly.

Even though she was hearing a story told entirely from his perspective, she somehow felt there must be other circumstances hidden behind it.

From what Evnia had observed, Agrham was not a ruffian who would seek out innocent people to use violence against them.

On the other hand, the man before her already had a record of thoroughly deceiving her and the people of the Hessen Count’s family.

Evnia asked with an utterly rational expression.

“But what does that have to do with your reason for wanting to keep me here?”

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