Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

Evnia’s wish was fulfilled exactly halfway.

Every day Evnia committed some wrongdoing, she would be brought back to this moment through dreams.

After receiving the same punishment and suffering the same pain, she would wake up to the same terrible reality.

The first few times, she felt wronged, but as this experience repeated countless times, Evnia gradually came to think that she had made a grave mistake at this time.

It was better to be punished for something she did wrong than to be punished for something she didn’t do wrong.

Each time she returned to this cold corridor, instead of knocking on doors that wouldn’t open, Evnia gradually chipped away at her own heart.

It’s okay. It’s all my fault for not understanding my parents’ feelings.

I was just being punished because I did something bad. It’s absolutely not because they didn’t love me.

It’s natural for a child sent away at a young age to become a more painful finger. Poor sister died, and I’m still brazenly alive.

Anyway, I’m still alive like this…

She never dreamed that even this one remaining comfort would ultimately become Emilia’s.

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“Lady Evnia! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible!”

Hanna came running into the room with a clatter, calling for Evnia.

Evnia, who had been dozing while leaning back in her armchair, startled awake at the sound.

Perhaps because of the nightmare, the back of her neck was completely damp with cold sweat.

She had thought it was fortunate that the dream didn’t come last night, but she was dragged there during a brief afternoon nap.

Evnia hurriedly turned her head toward the window, hiding her pale face.

Meanwhile, Hanna, who had reached Evnia, was about to say something but stopped short.

Distracted by the new scene that entered her view, Hanna shouted in a voice filled with shock.

“Oh! Lady Evnia! I told you that you don’t need to do such things! There are so many clothes in the wardrobe, so why do you bother making them yourself!”

Fortunately, what Hanna caught wasn’t her hastily hidden complexion or anything like that.

Evnia, who hurriedly composed her expression, removed the hand covering her face and checked where Hanna’s gaze was directed.

The sewing that had slipped down while she slept was precariously draped near her knees.

Since there was fabric left in the warehouse, she had thought about making clothes herself, but for some reason, Hanna was quite displeased with this.

If she didn’t touch the items in the wardrobe, it would be more comfortable for Hanna too, with less management to worry about.

Thinking it was strange, Evnia answered.

“But those clothes are a bit big for me.”

“Oh my. If only Lord Giyermo hadn’t ended up like that, I would have altered them all for you right away…”

Hanna stamped her feet as if upset.

Considering how he had changed diamonds the size of chestnuts to the size of specks, it certainly seemed like altering clothes wouldn’t be difficult either.

The problem was that the person who should alter them was in a state where he couldn’t even speak properly, let alone use magic.

Hanna asked with a tearful expression.

“Are the clothes very uncomfortable?”

“Rather than that… wearing ill-fitting clothes looks unsightly.”

“Oh, I’ve never thought they looked unsightly. They all suited you so well!”

She was referring to the few outfits she had borrowed right after arriving at the manor.

While it wasn’t inconvenient for daily life after cinching the waist and rolling up the sleeves, it couldn’t be considered properly formal attire.

Though it wasn’t just because of such problems that she had declined the clothes Hanna offered, Evnia sold the convenient excuse of formality instead of her true feelings.

“Among nobles, wearing clothes that don’t fit your body also becomes a laughingstock. They say things like you’re going around looking like that because you don’t have money to go to a dressmaker.”

“Really? Is that true?”

“Yes, I used to inherit a lot of my sister’s clothes too, and I heard many bad things behind my back about wearing things much bigger than my body.”

At Evnia’s words, Hanna tilted her head as if finding it strange.

Though she was chosen as a maid to assist a noble lady, perhaps she hadn’t actually experienced the real world of nobles.

Hanna found the common sense that Evnia took for granted to be unfamiliar.

“But Lady Evnia, I don’t really understand. What’s so important about wearing clothes a bit big that they would mock someone for it? Can’t a younger sister inherit some clothes from her older sister? Nobles are really strange.”

Evnia was flustered and fell silent.

She could have corrected Hanna’s words, but somehow she didn’t want to deny it.

Because Evnia had been thinking the same way deep down.

Because she wanted to believe that no one should be mocked for wearing clothes that were a little too small or big.

“…You’re right, you’re right, Hanna.”

Evnia answered somewhat absent-mindedly, then quietly added a small word of thanks.

She could feel Hanna sending her a puzzled look, but she didn’t want to dig up painful memories to explain the reason.

Evnia pretended nothing was wrong and changed the subject.

“But wasn’t there something urgent? I thought I heard you shouting that something terrible had happened earlier.”

“Oh, that’s right!”

As if the forgotten matter had just come to mind, Hanna raised both hands to hold her head.

“Something terrible has happened, Lady Evnia! It’s an attack! An army has come!”

“…An army?”

Thinking it would be faster to show her directly, Hanna immediately approached the nearby window and opened it.

Evnia awkwardly rose from her seat and checked the direction Hanna was pointing.

As Hanna said, armed people could be seen approaching the manor from beyond the forest. Even at a rough estimate, it was quite a number.

“Where is Lord Ram?”

“He went out earlier to buy the eggs you requested.”

“He still hasn’t returned?”

“Once he goes out, he usually comes back late.”

Since he left early in the morning, she thought he would have returned by now, but he still hadn’t come back.

If she had known this would happen, she should have told him that shopping could be done slowly.

But without eggs, fluffy pancakes couldn’t be made, so it was an unavoidable sacrifice.

“Are they coming to attack here?”

“That’s why they’re wearing armor, isn’t it?”

“What should we do? Lord Seven isn’t here right now either. He went out with Lord Ram earlier.”

“Wouldn’t it not matter much if Lord Seven isn’t here? He’d faint right away with just one hit anyway.”

For all the fuss about something terrible happening, Hanna’s voice didn’t particularly convey any sense of crisis.

With even Giyermo, their one remaining fighting force, unable to come out of his fishbowl, what was she relying on to be so carefree?

Evnia asked with hopeful expectation.

“Isn’t there some artifact prepared for times like this? Something that makes this manor invisible, or blocks all the doors so they can’t enter?”

At Evnia’s question, Hanna unhesitatingly pulled something from her front pocket. It was a small lamp that would be completely hidden when held in one’s palm.

“Actually, there is one tool that Lord Ram left for times like this. When you activate this, it flashes with light, and it completely destroys the minds of people who see it.”

Was it okay for such a frightening object to be rolling around in a maid’s pocket?

Evnia was inwardly flustered, but it was fortunate that she now had something to rely on.

Evnia said with relief.

“I was worried because I didn’t want to hurt those people.”

“What? No, bastards who invade someone else’s house without the owner’s permission deserve to die. Isn’t destroying their minds rather merciful retaliation?”

At Hanna’s extreme answer, Evnia was left speechless.

While Evnia hesitated, not knowing how to react, Hanna leaned toward the window again.

“That’s not the problem, Lady Evnia. Look over there. Count Max is being dragged along by that group.”

At the unexpected name from Hanna’s mouth, Evnia also hurriedly turned her eyes outside.

As Hanna said, a man with blonde hair similar to Count Max could be seen being dragged along at the back of the formation.

Though she couldn’t make out his face due to the distance, Hanna’s eyes were probably not wrong. Having lived her whole life in open spaces, Hanna had much better eyesight than her.

‘Lord Ram took him along earlier saying he would send him home, but what on earth happened for him to return in such a state?’

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