Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

At Evnia’s bold proposal, Ram crossed his arms as if to protect his body.

For her husband who could only blink his surprised eyes, Evnia didn’t forget to add reassuring words.

“Don’t worry, we’ll just hold hands and sleep.”

“…If we were a bad couple, wouldn’t we not even hold hands?”

“Then I’ll sleep without touching even a finger.”

“I grind my teeth.”

“I don’t grind mine.”

“I snore too.”

“I don’t snore.”

“…Actually, I sleep very quietly too.”

Ram, who had been trying to scare Evnia with terrible sleeping habits, changed his words midway as if he felt like he was losing.

Evnia didn’t feel anxious despite Ram’s long deliberation and quietly waited for his decision.

There would be nothing more foolish than dying just because he didn’t share a bed with his forcibly obtained wife.

He was the protagonist of a wonderful story that didn’t suit such a foolish death or foolish book at all.

After looking at Evnia with troubled eyes for a long time, he finally agreed with a resolute tone.

“Alright, let’s have a sleepover today.”

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“Actually, I thought Lord Ram might be angry with me.”

At Evnia’s sudden words, Ram only turned his head to look at her.

Though it was a situation that came about through her own suggestion, Evnia inwardly thought the arrangement was somewhat curious.

Even though they had positioned themselves at opposite ends, she was lying in the same bed with him having a cozy conversation.

Wasn’t this a situation she couldn’t have imagined at all when she first arrived here?

Of course, she hadn’t expected to share the blanket he had been so preciously guarding back then either.

“I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with Giyermo.”

Ram, who had been staring at Evnia intently, turned his gaze back to the ceiling as he answered.

Even though it was a comment thrown out without context, he seemed to understand easily why she had brought it up.

The last time they met, he had gotten terrifyingly angry in front of her and disappeared.

If he found out that I hadn’t changed my mind, he would probably get even angrier than that time.

Instead of bringing up something that would make both of them uncomfortable, Evnia quietly changed the subject.

“When are you going to change Lord Giyermo back to normal?”

“Change him back so he can cause more trouble? Just ruining a precious young lady from another family is already infuriating enough.”

As soon as the topic was set, Ram began badmouthing Giyermo as if he had been waiting for it.

Evnia, who was the actual person involved, just laughed as if it were someone else’s business.

Setting everything else aside, Evnia was simply happy that Ram treated her as a precious young lady.

Evnia latched onto Ram’s words as if she found them amusing.

“Did he ruin my situation?”

“You’re at the age when you should be meeting peers in a charming way, but instead you married an old man. Isn’t that so?”

“Lord Ram doesn’t really look like an old man.”

“A man’s face isn’t everything. This time it couldn’t be helped, but be careful when you marry next time.”

Seeing him naturally assume there would be a next time made her feel strangely unsettled.

Was he really planning to go break the oath once his hibernating acquaintance woke up?

Seeing how he hadn’t changed his mind despite Seven’s dissuasion, she thought he had no right to criticize her for the same problem.

“I don’t really have any thoughts of remarrying.”

“Didn’t you have anyone you liked when you were back in your hometown?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone who liked you?”

“Well.”

Though she answered vaguely, there was one face that came to mind.

Perhaps keenly noticing this fact, Ram hit the mark.

“It seems like there is someone you’re thinking of.”

“There is, but… It’s really nothing special. I never even had a conversation with him.”

Even if he was a husband obtained by accident, was it okay to talk about another man in front of her spouse like this?

Unlike Evnia who had an uncertain expression, Ram seemed completely interested in this romance story he’d encountered after a long time.

He turned to face Evnia completely and urged her to continue as if telling her to speak up.

“You never talked but how did you know he liked you?”

“…We danced together once.”

“How did he ask you to dance? With his eyes?”

“Not that kind of dance where you choose a partner, but you know, those group dances. The kind where men and women line up side by side and take turns dancing.”

“Ah.”

At her story that was bland to the point of being cute, Ram gave an equally flat response.

These were things she had never told anyone, knowing this kind of reaction would come.

She had even revealed beforehand that they were people who had never managed to have a conversation, so what kind of amazing experience had he been expecting?

Seeing his noticeably deflated appearance, she somehow felt like she had to prove that her thoughts weren’t mistaken.

Evnia said stubbornly.

“At that time, that person’s hands kept getting sweaty.”

“Isn’t that just hyperhidrosis?”

“His hands were completely dry until he danced with me.”

Even with Evnia’s consistent claim, his reaction remained skeptical.

Was there really a limit to explanations with words?

Evnia retraced her past memories with a feeling of injustice.

The mouth that stubbornly stayed shut only in front of me,

But the eyes that met mine every time I turned around feeling his gaze,

The movements that became noticeably stiff when it was time to dance with me,

The hands that couldn’t let go of me until the very end even knowing we had to part.

All of this couldn’t have been a mistake…

“Our eyes kept meeting too.”

Instead of the ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to explain, Evnia added a definite clue.

But what Ram returned was only mischievous teasing.

“So you were looking at him too?”

Evnia didn’t answer Ram’s question. Because what he said was true.

But that didn’t mean I had fallen into foolish love at that moment.

I just had this thought.

Like a romantic passage from some romance, like the shameless people in scandals that occasionally reached my ears, or like the illusion of that man drawn out by my childish fantasies.

Wouldn’t that person run away with me from this place?

Her imagination, of course, didn’t come true, and that man left the banquet hall as soon as the dance ended.

Perhaps it was a dream that was even more beautiful because she had awakened from it.

Since imagination cannot be a sin.

“Whether my thoughts that day were mistaken or not, I can’t consider that person as a remarriage candidate anyway.”

“Why? Go ask him later. Ask if he has a condition that makes him sweat a lot.”

“I can’t even ask that. He was the young master of a prestigious family that someone like me couldn’t even talk to. He was even the eldest son.”

“What do you lack that you can’t talk to him? When we divorce, I’ll give you a huge alimony.”

“Maybe that’s why he tried not to get involved with me?”

“Because he didn’t have the confidence to give you as much alimony as I would?”

“Because everyone living nearby knew who I was going to marry.”

When Evnia corrected Ram’s ridiculous question, he closed his mouth with an ‘oops’ expression.

Evnia turned her head back to face forward while closing her eyes as if to avoid looking at him.

She didn’t want to see him treating his marriage to her as some kind of mistake or error.

“So it probably wasn’t that great of an interest anyway. I told you from the beginning. It really was nothing special.”

Evnia’s nonchalant voice didn’t reassure him either.

Ram had a tendency to shoulder greater responsibility than what he had actually done wrong.

Ram spoke as if blaming himself.

“My sins are great.”

“I’m not saying anything against you, Lord Ram, I’m just saying that’s how it was. I wasn’t interested in that person anyway.”

“If the situation had been different, your feelings might have been different too.”

“Lord Ram, you seem to have a tendency to worry unnecessarily.”

At Evnia’s observation, Ram let out a hollow laugh as if incredulous.

He seemed to want to say she was being cheeky, but appeared to let it slide because something was weighing on his mind.

Evnia didn’t miss the opportunity and continued.

“Don’t worry too much, Lord Ram.”

“About what?”

“No matter what happens, I will absolutely never put poison in your soup, Lord Ram.”

“I wasn’t worried about that, so don’t you worry either.”

“Don’t go to that hibernating friend either. As Lord Seven said, I’ll die before you anyway. I’ll just try my best to live a short life.”

Evnia conveyed what she wanted to tell him in a calm voice, speaking indirectly.

Fortunately, it didn’t sound like a declaration that she would die immediately, so he didn’t get as angry as before.

Perhaps he was exercising patience, conscious of what Evnia had said earlier.

However, he didn’t hide his incredulous expression.

He let out a hollow laugh and asked.

“What kind of effort are you planning to make?”

“There are various methods. I could become frail by eating just enough not to die, or I could spread rumors that I’m a very bad woman and get stoned to death. I’m thinking of choosing whichever suits your taste, Lord Ram.”

Evnia answered casually.

There was no need to think of plausible examples. The more absurd the options she presented, the more his suspicions would fade accordingly.

Fortunately, her hidden intention seemed to work as he sighed audibly.

She expected him to scold her to stop talking nonsense this time, but he was unexpectedly silent for a long while.

After much deliberation, he gave a brief answer.

“Just don’t live a short life.”

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