Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

 

But this time too, all he found in her were unfamiliar fragments.

 

“She…”

 

“…”

 

“She’s too thin.”

 

Until the moment Ram laid Evnia on the bed and came out, her face remained pale and ashen.

 

Her arms and legs were so gaunt like thorns that it was almost miraculous they were part of her body, and whenever she stepped forward to do something for others, he couldn’t help thinking she should take care of her own body first.

 

Why was she even caring for that Giyermo bastard who deserved to be treated as an enemy?

 

He had pretended not to notice and passed by several times when he saw her hovering around the fish tank, trying to feed him something, feeling his anger rise.

 

She said she came here to die, yet what was so endearing about the guy who not only dragged her into danger but even forced her into marriage?

 

“And she’s too kind.”

 

“Wasn’t Nina kind too?”

 

“She was kind. But she got angry when she needed to. At least she knew how to protect herself.”

 

“True. She was terribly precious about her own life.”

 

Seven quietly agreed.

 

It seemed he had only babbled whatever came to mind to appease Ram, and didn’t really think the two were similar when he brought up that topic.

 

Having run out of things to say, Seven fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. It was a magic pipe that Ram had given him as a gift about 200 years ago.

 

It had functions to automatically fill tobacco leaves and light them, so Seven had been stubbornly sticking to the old pipe, refusing cigarettes.

 

Would he get out of this room if I threatened to take that away? But that would be too petty, wouldn’t it?

 

Ram was looking up at the ceiling, contemplating intensely, when it happened.

 

Seven asked with a sigh.

 

“My pitiful and foolish friend, really can’t it be someone else?”

 

“…”

 

“I don’t think Nina was that kind anymore. You probably would have been happier if you had just died with her back then.”

 

Though it was close to harsh words, Ram fully understood Seven’s feelings. Because he himself thought the same way.

 

Nevertheless, the reason Ram didn’t follow his old love in death and continued this tedious life was singular.

 

He had something he absolutely needed to say when he met her again.

 

“I can’t believe you came here to encourage me to woo her after seeing that young girl faint.”

 

“That’s why I said it. You two are balanced. If you embrace her with love, her problems will be solved too, right? Want to bet?”

 

This time too, Ram didn’t fall for Seven’s schemes.

 

He didn’t want to speak so carelessly about Evnia’s wounds like this.

 

Ram, who had been quietly retracing Evnia’s actions since coming here, asked in a reluctant voice.

 

“That girl. It doesn’t seem like she was raised well in that house, does it?”

 

“Yeah, obviously.”

 

“That earlier incident, was she beaten by her parents?”

 

“Yeah, 99 percent.”

 

“What about the remaining 1 percent?”

 

“Her muscles could have suddenly been startled. That’s why she suddenly collapsed and was trembling all over and couldn’t lift her head…”

 

Seven shook his head casually as he replied. It was an answer that blocked even the slightest possibility.

 

Even after receiving confirmation from a friend who had an accurate eye for people despite his somewhat bad personality, Ram still couldn’t understand.

 

How could she defend someone who had given her such miserable memories in front of others?

 

While she might refrain from cursing thinking it would be spitting on her own face, what reason was there to even lie that they were good parents?

 

“But she said her parents were good people. Why does she put up such a facade?”

 

At Ram’s question, Seven openly clicked his tongue and glared at him.

 

Seven waved his smoking pipe in front of Ram’s face as he spoke.

 

“Hey, not receiving the love that everyone else gets is a damn miserable thing. A kid who doesn’t get treated well at home doesn’t get treated well outside either. Why do you think they recruited child soldiers from orphanages during the Great War?”

 

“Is that how it works?”

 

“Haven’t you ever thought this? Why don’t my mom and dad love me as much as Hans next door?”

 

“I don’t know. I don’t have parents.”

 

“That’s exactly why I thought you’d understand? You were a child soldier.”

 

Unfilial questions like ‘You don’t have parents, right?’ become lighter, weathered by time after a few hundred years of being born.

 

Ram responded nonchalantly.

 

“I don’t remember digging into myself like that. I just thought I needed to get stronger quickly and kill them all.”

 

“I overlooked that you’re the number one in the human world… But normally people can’t think like that. People who don’t have the power to protect themselves can’t reveal everything about themselves in front of others. Because then they get hurt.”

 

Though he didn’t particularly want to acknowledge it, Ram had to accept that Evnia must have lived a very unhappy life. And that his own existence had significantly influenced that.

 

People comfortably grieve over isolated deaths but feel resistance to long-term mourning.

 

Mourning is carrying a burden in one’s heart, and no matter how light the burden, it becomes a strain if carried daily.

 

Others would have distanced themselves from her early on. Those acquaintances who couldn’t do so would have gradually withdrawn even the affection they had already given.

 

Thus she had walked here alone, without even someone to share her burden, let alone family.

 

Since no one grieved for her, she had carried all the sorrow by herself.

 

“Should I go visit her family once?”

 

“What would you do there, go and get angry asking why they tormented my bride?”

 

“I could do that. Honestly, I want to make them tremble just from someone raising a hand, like she did, but I can’t go because of the sins I’ve committed.”

 

Ram observed his friend’s reaction, hoping he would push him forward.

 

But for some reason, Seven was just looking down at him quietly with narrowed eyes. It was an unreadable gaze.

 

Eventually Seven spoke as if warning him.

 

“You’re going too far.”

 

“Too far?”

 

Ram couldn’t understand Seven’s reaction.

 

‘You’re not in a position to do that’ would make sense, but too far?

 

Ram had responsibility.

 

If there were things she had to give up because she had to go to Litberck, he had to compensate for at least part of that from his side.

 

Ram sat up abruptly and said.

 

“She lost everything because of me.”

 

“What?”

 

“The chance to be loved normally by her parents, the chance to build a good family through marriage – I took it all away. Well, there might be a next time for marriage, but people’s gazes won’t be kind, so it’s additional hardship she didn’t need to experience.”

 

“No, strictly speaking, that was taken by Giyermo.”

 

“The problem was that I entrusted fish to a cat in the first place.”

 

“The fish is that bastard. If you put it that way, isn’t it also largely my fault for turning a blind eye hoping for your possible second romance?”

 

“Want to come up and apologize together?”

 

“You crazy bastard. Won’t you stop? I understand why you feel guilty, but don’t you think about the consequences? Being so good to that girl and caring for her like that…!”

 

What will you do if she really comes to like you?

 

Seven swallowed the most important part.

 

Thinking about it, he didn’t need to kindly spell out the ending of that goodwill.

 

After all, Seven was in a position of wanting Ram and Evnia to get along well.

 

A guy who had been obsessed with his first love and remained celibate for over 400 years wouldn’t give his heart to someone first, so he needed to light a fire on the other side.

 

‘He’ll only come to his senses if he gets caught off guard.’

 

What would happen if a woman who had been deprived of the chance to be loved normally by her parents and the chance to build a good family was exposed to kindness for the first time?

 

Moreover, unlike men who approached with the thought of trying once, Ram was full of only sincere goodwill.

 

Not to mention his face, physique, and abilities.

 

‘I’m sorry for making that poor girl have a hopeless crush, but…’

 

There’s no need to live life completely and perfectly like a planned project.

 

No matter how excellent a work is, it can’t satisfy everyone, and it’s not a feasible goal to begin with.

 

Life was about patching together shabby pieces moment by moment in the remaining spaces.

 

And in Seven’s view, the two seemed like pieces that fit together reasonably well.

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