Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

 

Having finished speaking, Giyermo looked at Evnia with a meaningful gaze.

 

Suddenly, Evnia felt as though he was mocking her.

 

To respond to a request to be killed with a vow to protect her.

 

Could there be any mockery more elaborate than this?

 

Perhaps noticing that Evnia was uncomfortable with Giyermo’s stare, Ram completely blocked her from view and spoke.

 

“Don’t assign unnecessary meaning to it and just do as you’re told. You just need to make sure other bastards can’t lay a hand on her carelessly.”

 

Having spent long years with Giyermo, Ram knew well how to handle him.

 

Ram continued speaking immediately without giving him a chance to retort.

 

“By the way, those other bastards include you too. If you understand, then get lost.”

 

Giyermo, who had been about to respond to Ram’s command, opened his mouth then closed it, hardening his expression.

 

However, this was only momentary, and soon that painted smile returned to his face.

 

Before Giyermo could even straighten up after politely bowing, he vanished from before them.

 

Ram paid no attention to the silently disappeared Giyermo and turned back toward Evnia.

 

Ram looked at Evnia’s condition with worried eyes and asked.

 

“Are you really sure nothing happened? That bastard isn’t making you keep quiet after saying something weird, is he?”

 

Evnia was beginning to doubt whether Giyermo could really be released even if Emilia came.

 

For someone supposedly expecting a pardon, Giyermo was only doing things that would displease Ram.

 

What could have been his reason for threatening her so brazenly when he knew Ram would come here soon?

 

It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have predicted Ram’s reaction.

 

Thanks to this, the task of calming Ram fell to Evnia.

 

“Yes, I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

 

Evnia unconsciously tried to wave both hands dismissively but stopped when she realized Ram was still holding onto her.

 

Unlike the inwardly flustered Evnia, Ram began examining the bite marks with a calm demeanor.

 

“What’s this wound here? You didn’t get hurt because of that bastard, did you?”

 

“Ah, that’s from when you were a fish. It wasn’t on purpose, you just couldn’t control your strength…”

 

“From now on, if that guy touches your body, make sure to come tell me. Who knows what he might have done.”

 

Perhaps thinking Giyermo might have planted some strange spell, Ram carefully observed her wound.

 

It was a bit amusing to see him looking so serious over such a minor wound, so Evnia couldn’t help but smile softly.

 

Ram gently blew on her fingertips and said.

 

“This isn’t something to laugh about. Try not to talk with that guy for too long if you can help it.”

 

Evnia looked at her hand with curiosity after he released it.

 

Though it had been a shallow wound, she thought it would take a few more days to heal, but whatever magic he had used, the scarred area had healed completely without a trace.

 

It was really just a minor scratch that could have been left alone, yet he went out of his way to heal it.

 

When had anyone ever made such a fuss over her like this?

 

She was unable to lift her head due to this unfamiliar feeling.

 

That’s when a troublesome question was thrown at her like an ambush.

 

“What was that request you mentioned?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Evnia quickly looked up at Ram.

 

Fortunately, Ram’s expression wasn’t as serious as she had thought. Perhaps because it was a request that Giyermo had already rejected, he didn’t seem too worried.

 

Evnia hid her hands behind her back and made up an excuse carelessly.

 

“Oh, it was just… I was wondering if you could torment Count Max a little less from now on. Since he’s now officially employed at this castle.”

 

“Fortunately, that was the topic that bastard would find least interesting.”

 

“Isn’t that unfortunate rather than fortunate?”

 

“It’s fortunate. Do you know what that guy would have taken from you in exchange if he had granted that request?”

 

Ram answered in a nonchalant tone and led Evnia toward the entrance.

 

She had expected them to teleport to the marketplace immediately upon meeting, but surprisingly he seemed to plan on walking.

 

Instead of questioning this unexpected choice, Evnia followed him with an excited mood.

 

Having more time with him was certainly not a bad thing for Evnia.

 

“If that bastard ever offers to grant your wish, don’t engage with him and just refuse immediately.”

 

“A wish?”

 

“Yeah, he’s originally from a wish-granting lake. He became a spirit by feeding on people’s desires. I’ve blocked him from using his powers properly since bringing him here, but you never know. What kind of trouble he might cause.”

 

She had been curious about what circumstances led a fish to gain such abilities, and it turned out to be from people’s accumulated desires.

 

She never expected to actually meet a being that only appeared in folk tales.

 

Evnia nodded in admiration, then belatedly recalled a question she had been holding back.

 

“But how did Lord Giyermo end up captured here? A wish-granting lake doesn’t sound bad at all.”

 

“Why do you think I told you not to make wishes to him? It’s because he grants wishes in strange ways.”

 

Having answered thus, Ram stopped walking at the boundary between shade and sky.

 

Though she looked around hopefully, there was no sign of a magical carriage or anything of the sort appearing.

 

Ram simply turned his head to look down at Evnia and continued his explanation.

 

“You saw how that guy solved the situation, right? Even though he clearly knew why I arranged a marriage proposal with the Hessen family, he played tricks in the middle and brought you here. Everything he does is like that. There’s nothing proper about him at all.”

 

Indeed, it seemed like nothing Giyermo planned ever worked out properly.

 

Perhaps it was because he was born as a different kind of being from the start.

 

Giyermo fundamentally treated people with misunderstanding.

 

Just as he forcibly remarried a master who wanted his wife back, just as he made Count Max do things like lighting fires instead of fitting him with armor despite saying he needed a knight.

 

Evnia muttered as if she finally understood.

 

“So desired things come true in the way Lord Giyermo thinks they should.”

 

“Right, and the results were uniformly terrible.”

 

“Is that why you received a request to take Lord Giyermo away?”

 

“Originally I went to subjugate him. But when I actually met him, it seemed like there was no malice, so I said I’d keep him under me and manage him. But I’m starting to wonder if I was being unnecessarily meddlesome.”

 

Ram let out a long sigh and raised his hand to his neck to unfasten the buttons of his outer coat.

 

She had been thinking the wind was rather cold, but had he felt the opposite?

 

As she looked at Ram with puzzled eyes, he draped the coat he had removed directly over her shoulders.

 

Since it was cloak-style, there was no discomfort in wearing it, but due to their significant size difference, she ended up looking like she was drowning in her father’s clothes.

 

Not stopping there, Ram even took out a clearly masculine coif and placed it on Evnia’s head.

 

Evnia’s long contemplation in front of the mirror—though the results hadn’t been particularly impressive—became meaningless in an instant.

 

“…What is this?”

 

“It’s cold today.”

 

“I don’t think I need to bundle up this much…”

 

“If you go up there without this, you’ll want to come back down in less than 5 minutes, won’t you?”

 

Ram pointed to the sky with his chin while firmly tying the hat strings.

 

Evnia looked up at Ram with bewildered eyes, then finally understood what he was talking about.

 

Could it be that he had deliberately suggested meeting in the lobby to grant the request she had made before?

 

“You said last time that you wanted to fly outside.”

 

“…That’s right. I did.”

 

Evnia answered in a somewhat dazed state.

 

Though a great commotion had occurred in between, it was something that even she, the person involved, had half-forgotten.

 

Probably if he had pretended not to know and let that promise slip by, she wouldn’t have noticed.

 

Even if she had suddenly remembered it someday, she would have casually dismissed it, thinking “Oh right, I did say something like that back then.”

 

What was so important about a thought that had just briefly crossed her mind, a question asked in passing? What could something like that possibly mean to him…

 

Evnia suddenly thought this moment might be a dream.

 

That it made no sense, that something like this couldn’t really be happening to her.

 

She even thought that perhaps she was still asleep in the carriage heading to Litberck.

 

That she had fallen into vain fantasies while knowing she should wake up, in order to forget her miserable reality.

 

However, even when she pinched her arm hard with the hand hidden inside his large coat, she didn’t wake up from this surreal dream.

 

Evnia buried her face in the coat to hide her reddened nose tip.

 

His clothes carried the faint scent of sandalwood that she had occasionally caught when getting close to him.

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