Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

As soon as Evnia opened her eyes this morning, she conveyed the request she had been putting off to Ram.

Specifically, to fill the empty storehouse and release Count Max.

Ram readily agreed to everything, and even showed the kindness of taking Count Max home to Schwaiger, saying they had to go there anyway to shop.

To think she would see him again less than a day after he had safely returned home.

Perhaps something had happened at the workplace he had returned to.

Evnia spoke with a worried voice.

“So you’re saying that tool can’t be used. Count Max would get hurt too.”

“Huh? No. I just came to tell you that Count Max probably won’t be able to be buried in his hometown after all…”

“…”

“…Should I not do it?”

Hanna glanced at Evnia’s expression and quietly slipped the lamp back into her pocket.

She had no intention of acting like a saint while putting Hanna and her own life in danger, but if Count Max could be saved, she wanted to consider that method first if possible.

It was when Evnia was looking down outside the manor, lost in thought.

Hanna suggested another solution.

“Lady Evnia, you’re a noble. How about going out directly and attempting to negotiate?”

“Well, you said earlier that nobles are strange people. In this state, even if I reveal my status, I’ll obviously be ignored…”

Evnia, who had been answering in a skeptical voice, suddenly turned her head toward the back.

Evnia’s gaze as she looked around the room soon came to rest in front of the dressing room door.

Considering that the armed forces were getting closer and closer even at this moment, there wouldn’t be time for long deliberation.

After a brief hesitation, Evnia opened her mouth.

“…I have no choice this time. Hanna, could you go to the dressing room and pick out a dress? Preferably something with a classic and elegant design, and I’d like the material itself to be luxurious.”

“Yes! I’ll pick out clothes that will suit Lady Evnia well and bring them!”

Hanna, who had shouted with such delight, immediately ran toward the dressing room.

Hanna seemed more excited about being able to dress Evnia in a proper dress than about the sudden attack.

Seeing that, the anxiety that had risen in Evnia’s heart also faded away.

Even if communication didn’t work, they had one more powerful means to resolve the situation.

Evnia calmed herself with deep breaths and walked into the toilet room.

As she sat in front of the vanity trimming her eyebrows, Hanna soon came out groaning while carrying several dresses.

Evnia chose the one with the most flowing skirt among them.

The design itself was elongated downward, so it seemed it wouldn’t look strange even if it was a bit loose.

Sure enough, her guess wasn’t wrong, as after changing clothes, Hanna clapped like a seal and exclaimed in admiration.

“My goodness, Lady Evnia. You’re so beautiful. It’s like clothes made just for Lady Evnia.”

Evnia, who bashfully thanked Hanna for her praise, checked her appearance in the mirror.

Even if it wasn’t made for her, it was true that the clothes suited her quite well.

After choosing accessories in colors similar to the dress, Evnia began applying the rest of her makeup to match the outfit.

Hanna, who said she had only tried applying lip rouge at most, was very amazed by Evnia’s skillful touch.

Hanna looked at Evnia with deep eyes and said.

“I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as Lady Evnia.”

“I’m grateful, but… aren’t there only men in this manor?”

“I do go out for errands and such.”

Hanna protested as if feeling wronged, but she didn’t want to drag out an argument about her appearance for long. Of course, she didn’t have time for that either.

After roughly calming Hanna down, Evnia hurriedly left the toilet room.

Beautifying oneself took a lot of time, and even Evnia, who was skilled at grooming herself, was no exception.

Heavy footsteps could be heard from outside, as if the soldiers she had seen earlier had reached the front of the manor.

It was when Evnia and Hanna, who were hurrying their steps even more, had just stepped onto the landing of the central stairs.

Finally, the main gate opened with a loud battle cry.

“Eek! Lady Evnia, what should we do! They’ve come inside! Should we just kill them all right now?!”

And Hanna’s scream covered all that noise and echoed loudly.

The voice that bounced off the walls echoed through the space like an echo, filling the entire central hall.

Not only those who had already set foot inside, but also those who were following behind all heard those words and flinched at once.

‘Lord Giyermo probably wasn’t using amplification magic either.’

She had been assuming on her own that the sound was exaggerated by magic, but it was just that this space itself had excellent acoustic design.

While Evnia was admiring this belated realization, everyone’s gaze focused on her.

It was natural.

Whether actually or circumstantially, she was the only one who could answer Hanna’s question.

‘This actually worked out well.’

Evnia, who had skillfully composed even her hidden emotions, straightened her shoulders confidently.

She elegantly clasped her hands below her chest at just the fingertips and looked down at the bottom of the stairs with cold eyes devoid of any warmth.

Then a languid voice flowed from her lips.

“No, let’s first hear what excuses those insolent intruders have to make.”

Evnia remembered in detail the moment she first arrived at this manor.

Even though Giyermo had only said things that deviated from expectations at that time, Evnia had failed to realize that the situation was unfolding differently from her thoughts.

People usually believe what they want to believe, and therefore find it hard to abandon beliefs that have already formed.

Evnia planned to use that belief those uninvited guests would have about the name Litberck.

Had the antique clothes given off as mysterious a feeling as she had hoped?

She could feel the armed soldiers looking up at her with fearful eyes.

“Are, are you the master of this manor?”

“That’s right.”

“But the monster… No, I understood that the lord of Litberck was a man?”

“Seeing how you refer to my husband, you don’t seem to be guests who came with good intentions, do you, Hanna?”

Evnia turned her head toward Hanna and extended her hand.

At this, Hanna, who had been looking at Evnia with a dazed expression, began frantically searching through her front pocket.

She seemed to think Evnia was looking for the lamp she had received from Ram.

In reality, all she had expected from Hanna was just that motion of trying to take something out.

“Please, please forgive me. I misspoke!”

The knight who had first spoken to Evnia hastily knelt and apologized.

Evnia quietly stroked her chin with an expression as if pondering how to deal with him.

It wasn’t difficult acting.

She still hadn’t decided what toppings to add to the pancakes she would make when Ram and Seven returned to the manor.

“State your business. If it’s something worth hearing, I’ll let you live, and if not, you’ll all die.”

“That, that… That is… Ah…!”

Count Max’s words that all the children in the area grew up hearing ghost stories about Litberck seemed to be true.

The man who had been trembling with an expression of regret for coming here suddenly turned around to look behind him.

After he desperately gestured to his comrades, finally one person was dragged out from the rear.

It was Count Max.

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