Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Only then did Giyermo straighten his posture as if recalling the original topic. Though the answer that followed was equally incomprehensible.

“Ever since I was captured, that human has always been depressed.”

When Evnia sent him a look demanding explanation, Giyermo elaborated with an exasperated tone.

“He wasn’t in any state to release slaves just because he was in a good mood.”

‘Count Max wasn’t the only one who wanted to leave this place.’

No wonder his attitude toward his master was consistently insolent—he had been harboring deep-rooted resentment in his heart.

Now she could somewhat understand why Giyermo had dismissed Count Max from his sight, calling him noisy.

He had endured 200 years here, so how annoying must it have looked to see a newcomer who had only lived 3 years crying to be let out.

“I know quite a bit about humans. I’ve watched many plays that condensed life stories. I’ve read more books than most people. Thanks to that, I know well that love is an emotion that shakes humans to their very core. Just look at my master—hasn’t he been suffering for hundreds of years, unable to forget his first love?”

“…So you’re going to find Lord Ram a new love?”

Giyermo snapped his fingers as if finally finding someone who understood.

Though Evnia was finding it increasingly difficult to understand him.

Giyermo seemed to hold exactly opposite thoughts about Agrham compared to Evnia.

Evnia calmly objected.

“But Lord Ram has no intention of meeting any woman other than his former wife.”

“How do you know that?”

“Pardon?”

“He’s been stuck in this decrepit manor for over 400 years, only glimpsing people from 300 meters up in the air, living alone—how could he get a lover? When he doesn’t meet anyone?”

As if a dam had burst, Giyermo fired back without taking a breath.

Evnia was left speechless and closed her mouth.

Because surprisingly, his argument had logic to it.

New love also needed people to meet before it could sprout.

And Agrham seemed completely accustomed to a reclusive lifestyle, having spent 10 years just in bed.

Living in such a remote place, few would visit unless they had ulterior motives like Count Max’s theft.

This was even more true when limited to women.

But…

“But Giyermo, if you’ve watched many plays, you’d know that in such stories, the usual ending is for separated lovers to reunite and find happiness.”

“I know that too. But plays and reality are different.”

So he was aware of that himself.

To be intoxicated with romance and propose love as a solution, then matter-of-factly draw a line between ideals and reality.

She couldn’t tell whether he had a sense of reality or not.

Giyermo asked with an uncharacteristically pessimistic attitude.

“Isn’t that right? With so many women in this world, why would he spend his whole life looking at just one person? What’s the point of such foolish behavior? Even if he meets that woman again, she’ll die in less than 100 years anyway. That woman won’t even know who my master met while she was gone.”

Giyermo huffed as if he couldn’t understand it at all.

He seemed completely fed up with his master’s tiresome devotion.

Objectively speaking, he was making quite realistic arguments.

Enduring eons for a moment was never a rational calculation.

Evnia slowly stepped forward and approached the window.

Standing a step away from Giyermo, she carefully placed her hand on the afterimage he had created.

Meanwhile, the small Ram who had returned to the manor had crawled back into bed, leaving behind Giyermo who was holding a rag and crying.

Evnia stroked the bulging bundle of blankets with her fingertips and said.

“Well, maybe it’s because it’s real. Precious beings can’t be changed so easily. A heart that can be easily changed wouldn’t be precious in the first place.”

A low sigh escaped from Giyermo’s lips.

No rebuttal came.

Though he had brought Evnia in desperation, he didn’t seem to have any special expectations for the substitute bride.

To make Ram forget the woman he had devoted his entire life to loving.

There was no way a fake like me could accomplish such a great feat.

Evnia apologized politely.

“Giyermo, I’m sorry. I don’t think I can help with your plan. Lord Ram will probably never love anyone other than my sister.”

“Try your best!”

“Love isn’t something that comes from effort.”

At Evnia’s firm answer, Giyermo muttered a quiet curse, “Damn it.”

Evnia watched silently as he leaned against the wall and slid down to sit.

She hadn’t noticed before since she’d been looking up at him the whole time, but even the top of his head was beautiful.

She didn’t know why he wore a mask, but from the glimpses she could see, she could tell there was extraordinary beauty hidden beneath it.

Had he been such a beautiful creature even before taking on human form?

The day when Ram’s mood would improve enough to ‘release a slave’ would probably come soon.

If only I revealed the truth, both Ram and Giyermo could achieve the dream they had desperately longed for.

The problem was she didn’t know how he would react to those few additional months of labor.

‘It would be troublesome if he thought I had deceived him.’

After a moment’s consideration, Evnia bent her knees and crouched down beside Giyermo. Then, meeting his eyes, she spoke gently.

“Instead, while I’m here, I’ll teach you proper noble etiquette. So you can serve the real bride better when she comes. Enough that Lord Ram might be moved by your devotion and declare amnesty.”

“…Was there something wrong with my etiquette?”

“It’s fine, Giyermo. You only learned human customs by observation. You’re not even really human, so you’re doing well enough as it is.”

They say you can’t spit on a smiling face.

If she helped him in every way possible, he wouldn’t stab her in the back either.

With that thought, she suddenly remembered a similar experience, but Evnia didn’t show it and smiled.

“So if you learn properly, you’ll definitely be able to do even better.”

Instead of immediately accepting the proposal, Giyermo just stared intently at Evnia’s face for a while.

Eventually, he said abruptly.

“My master is really strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“To refuse a woman like you and choose to embrace rotting bone fragments instead. I don’t understand it well.”

“…”

“Anyone can see that living with the former would be much more fun. You can even have conversations.”

This man really had a unique way of thinking.

Seeing that he couldn’t even distinguish between what was more valuable—fake or real—his judgment was apparently terrible too.

It wasn’t something she needed to take seriously at all, yet why did she feel comforted?

Evnia blinked slowly several times, then answered playfully, “You’re right. It would have been nice if he had chosen me.”

It was a joke she could easily voice precisely because she knew it could never come true.

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