Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

The man forced Count Max to kneel before him and shouted.

“L-look at this man. This is the shameless wretch who killed Franz, the heir of our Schwager family, and all his escorts. Not only that, he even tried to pin that crime on Litberck!”

“What the hell are you talking about… Ugh!”

“What are you doing! Gag him so he can’t wag his silver tongue anymore!”

The man who had kicked Count Max’s back urged his companion with fire in his eyes.

At that, the knight beside him hurriedly approached Count Max and covered his mouth.

To prevent him from uttering any words they wouldn’t allow.

The man who held a sword to Count Max’s throat desperately tried to persuade Evnia.

“Of course, we weren’t deceived by this man’s words. We simply wanted to show the master of Litberck what happens when someone tarnishes his honor, as a gesture of friendship!”

At first glance, it was a scene that was hard to understand.

Why had Count Max, who left to meet his mother, returned in such a wretched state?

It was true that Giyermo had killed the eldest son of the Schwager family and his subordinates, so why were they accusing Count Max of lying?

Or was I really deceived by Count Max?

Evnia, who had been watching Count Max looking up at her with confused eyes, finally muttered as if she had realized something.

“You found the easiest horse to abandon.”

Having experienced it herself, she could tell.

These people had chosen just one person to sacrifice in their place to resolve this situation.

Count Max probably returned home to reunite with his family, then immediately went to his workplace.

To report on the last mission he had undertaken three years ago and officially announce the deaths of his master and colleagues.

‘But parents who raised their son so recklessly wouldn’t have simply accepted their child’s faults.’

What happened next was easily predictable.

The greatly enraged baron mobilizes troops to take revenge on his son’s enemy.

The knight who should have died with his son is sent along with that procession as a guide.

The arrow of blame for the unwanted expedition falls not on the lord who gave the order, but on the cause that triggered this situation.

‘They must have resented him, asking why he didn’t just die with his companions instead of returning and driving them all into danger.’

The fortunate thing was that the commander had remained at his stronghold to preserve only his own life.

No soldier would risk their life to follow the orders of a commander who hid to save himself.

The enemy wouldn’t know how they died anyway.

Likewise, Count Max’s death could easily be fabricated.

For instance, just as they had fabricated Count Max’s crimes here and now, they could make the same claims when they returned to their lord.

They could say that upon investigation, the master of Litberck was completely innocent, so there was no need for revenge, and that the enraged monster had personally punished the criminal who framed him, solving all problems.

The cowardly baron wouldn’t come all the way here to verify the facts anyway. Just as he had abstained from this expedition despite being blinded by revenge for his son.

“Is that an order from your master?”

“Pardon?”

“I asked if Baron Schwager directly ordered you to defile this place with that man’s blood.”

Even after a long while, no answer to the question came.

It was a natural result.

Framing a mere knight and falsely fabricating their master’s orders were completely different matters.

The former was placing responsibility on the opponent, while the latter meant taking responsibility themselves.

Evnia stepped forward toward the railing and said.

“You seem to be mistaken about something. As you said, Baron Schwager’s son and all his escorts are dead. But the cause of death is a bit different from what you claim.”

“D-different, you say…”

Did he instinctively sense what words would come next?

The man who had framed Count Max hesitantly stepped back.

“They came to plunder Litberck’s treasures and were all killed by this castle’s servant. So the claim that this knight killed them doesn’t make sense.”

Perhaps they hadn’t expected this side to admit responsibility for the past incident.

The eyes of those looking up at Evnia were colored with confusion.

“Are you curious why only that knight survived and could return home? I’ll tell you that too. It’s because only he didn’t step foot across this castle’s threshold that day.”

As soon as Evnia finished speaking, the person standing across the doorway collapsed backward helplessly. His legs seemed to have given out.

From that moment, great confusion spread among the soldiers.

Having stopped their advance attempt midway, most soldiers were only understanding the situation through sounds flowing out through the door gap.

A stark contrast of joy and sorrow crossed between those who had set foot inside the castle and those who hadn’t.

It was when the few in the middle supporting the door with their bodies were considering whether to pretend otherwise and withdraw their feet.

A large raven glided diagonally and flew into the castle.

At that moment, the soldiers received their final ultimatum.

“Foolish humans, do you also wish to join your dead comrades?”

“Do you wish to join your dead comrades? Caw! Do you wish to join your dead comrades? Caw!”

“Wh-what, did that raven just speak?”

“This is impossible…”

Levi, who had repeated Evnia’s words and instantly turned the hall into chaos, circled near the ceiling scattering ominous black feathers.

It was when everyone was mesmerized, watching that beautiful yet eerie figure.

Levi, who had flown to the landing where Evnia stood, gently landed on her hand.

Levi’s glass-like eyes gleamed as he asked.

“Shall I kill them, really? Shall I show them, comrade?”

At that moment, everyone who had entered the castle began running toward the exit without exception.

“Aaaaah!”

“Aah! Someone save me!”

“Damn, don’t push, get out of the way!”

“Don’t block the door, move aside!”

Thanks to everyone showing beautiful camaraderie and exiting in an orderly fashion, the interior quickly became as quiet as a mouse.

All that remained in the hall were Evnia, Hanna, Levi, and Count Max, who was just blinking with a dazed expression.

Confirming that Count Max was safe, Evnia turned her head toward Levi and smiled brightly.

“Thank you for helping, Sir Levi.”

“If grateful, I want two pancakes! Caw! If grateful, two! Caw!”

Was this asking for two pancakes, or four pancakes?

After pondering briefly, Evnia soon concluded that either way didn’t matter.

He had appeared at such perfect timing and provided decisive help, so what did the number of pancakes matter?

After agreeing and sending Levi back into the air, Evnia quietly turned her head to look at Hanna.

She had been feeling Hanna’s fervent gaze from behind for a while now.

Indeed, as if Hanna had something she’d been wanting to say, she immediately gave a thumbs up as soon as their eyes met.

Hanna spoke with a serious tone.

“From now on, it seems Lady Evnia could handle receiving guests instead of Sir Giyermo.”

Evnia turned her eyes away to the lower floor, pretending not to notice to avoid Hanna’s burdensome gaze.

It was to subtly indicate that untying Count Max’s bonds was a much more urgent matter.

Count Max himself, despite his uncomfortable physical state, kept nodding as if he agreed with Hanna’s opinion. If he hadn’t been gagged, he surely would have expressed his agreement verbally too.

Evnia, who silently swallowed a sigh, stepped forward in their place to sort out the chaotic situation.

“Let’s bring Count Max inside first and treat him. Today’s attack seems to be over.”

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