Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

“I don’t think I need to make wishes to Lord Giyermo. Lord Ram grants them all for me.”

“Right, if you ever have a wish, don’t make it to Giyermo—make it to me.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that. What if I actually ask you for something?”

“Seeing how you’re already getting scared and backing down, it can’t be that big of a request. You’re too timid to surprise me.”

Ram snickered at Evnia’s ambitions and then began chanting an incantation in a low voice.

Since it was in an ancient language, Evnia couldn’t understand the meaning or even the proper pronunciation, but she hurriedly repeated his words silently in her mind.

It felt like an incantation that could create happiness.

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Ram’s prophecy became reality in exactly 10 minutes.

Of course, Evnia hadn’t come up with a wish to ask Ram in that short time.

No, there was one problem that would have made her waste a wish on Giyermo, but fortunately Ram was a much more reasonable person to deal with.

As soon as Evnia surrendered, saying she couldn’t go on like this anymore, he immediately brought her back down to the ground.

The moment they took to the sky, tremendous winds began blowing, and Evnia felt the terror of death before they even left the forest surrounding the manor.

Ram’s warning that it would be “extremely cold and harsh on the eyes” was no exaggeration.

When they first rose into the air, it had only felt a bit chilly, but once they began picking up speed in earnest, cutting winds relentlessly lashed at her face.

Evnia simply couldn’t believe Ram’s claim that her clothes were enchanted with warming magic.

If she was this cold even with such equipment, how on earth did anyone manage to fly through the sky?

“That’s why I don’t fly unless I’m fighting.”

“Is, isn’t there ma, magic to block the wind?”

“Wind barriers would make us crash into them too… We’d have to break and remake them at regular intervals, which is kind of like riding a horse inside a house while opening and closing doors.”

“Wh, what if you can’t open the door in time?”

“I’d be fine, but you…”

Seeing Ram trail off, Evnia instinctively checked to make sure the ring on her finger was still in place.

Not that this made her think she should trust that item and attempt flying again.

The promise that it would heal any wound still meant she would get wounded in the first place.

She had no intention of sacrificing her body to answer the question of what happens when a rider at full gallop crashes into a wall.

“Are you very cold? Should we warm you up somewhere before going to the clothing store?”

“No, I’m fine. It was just the cold wind, so I’ll be better in a moment.”

Evnia quickly shook her head at Ram’s question.

She didn’t want to trouble him further with her trivial request. The cold would pass once they went inside a building anyway.

Thanks to traveling the remaining distance instantly with magic, they had already arrived at their destination.

“By the way, where are we?”

“Hm? This is the alley behind the marketplace.”

“I was asking which region we came to.”

“Ah, this is Schwaiger.”

“What?”

Evnia asked back in surprise, but Ram walked toward the main street with an unconcerned expression.

Wasn’t Schwaiger the place that had recently sent troops?

Even as Evnia followed Ram, she kept looking around anxiously.

But the passersby who saw them only quickened their own pace.

No, she did feel gazes occasionally, but what drew attention wasn’t Ram’s identity but rather his extraordinary beauty.

Evnia muttered in a deflated voice.

“Come to think of it, no one would recognize Lord Ram.”

“Even if I told them my name, they wouldn’t think it was really me. So walk confidently with your shoulders back. You look like a fugitive right now.”

“That’s because of Lord Ram’s clothes…”

Since the cold hadn’t passed, Evnia was still wearing the clothes she’d borrowed from him.

Covered head to toe in a black cloak and hood with only her eyes showing, she looked more like someone who needed to hide her identity.

Ram asked teasingly.

“Which store should we go to first? Pick one if you can see ahead.”

“…Over there.”

Evnia pointed to the boutique in the closest location.

She didn’t care where they went, but if she said anywhere was fine, Ram would probably seize on her words and tease her again.

Sure enough, Ram looked slightly disappointed as he headed toward the store Evnia had indicated.

“Welcome, customers.”

Greeting them as they entered was a middle-aged man with an impressive mustache.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be the store owner or manager.

Befitting a shop frequented by the upper class, the man didn’t show much disturbance even upon seeing Evnia dressed like a wanted criminal. Or he was consciously trying not to show any rude signals.

At least her companion Ram was dressed appropriately to be treated as a customer.

Confirming the clerk’s ambiguous expression, Ram tapped Evnia’s shoulder with his arm and asked quietly enough for only her to hear.

“How much does a dress usually cost these days?”

“In our region, you could buy something decent for about 20 gold.”

“Wouldn’t formal wear cost more than that?”

“It probably doesn’t matter… We won’t be going to any parties anyway.”

“Evnia, no store welcomes customers with such a sound mind.”

After leaving that insane lesson, Ram approached the employee and boldly declared.

“I’ll be direct. I want to spend a lot of money quietly. Can you lock the store doors from now and serve only the young lady I’ve brought?”

“Excuse me?”

“The payment is one thousand gold. Even if the clothes cost less than that, I’ll pay the full amount without deducting a single copper.”

What on earth did that person just say?

Evnia was staring at Ram in bewilderment when it happened.

The employee, who had recovered his senses before Evnia, bowed to Ram with the utmost respectful attitude.

“Welcome, sir. I am Anton, the manager. We sincerely welcome you to Rosabel Boutique. Would you like to look around the store for a moment? I’ll go inform our staff about what you’ve requested.”

The manager’s face bore a smile that was not just kind but benevolent when he raised his head again.

The manager hurried into the back room as if afraid Ram might cancel his proposal.

Shortly after, a familiar voice—though somehow very different in feeling—boomed loudly from inside the store.

“Hans, get out here and close the store and put away the sign! Susan, get the champagne and refreshments out right now and set them up on the second floor, and tell the other staff to gather all this season’s new items and assemble upstairs!”

Soon the manager came back out.

His face still wore the same kind smile as before he’d left.

The shouting that had leaked through the door crack felt almost like a hallucination.

“Now, let me escort you to the private room on the second floor. Our staff will go out and close the store doors right away, so please don’t worry.”

It was fortunate that it was early and there were no other customers in the store besides them.

Given the chance, the manager probably would have tried to kick out any customers who were already there.

As if accustomed to such lavish treatment, Ram calmly began climbing the stairs to the second floor with his hands clasped behind his back.

Evnia followed behind Ram with stiffer steps.

He secretly made a V-shape with the hand on his lower back, as if celebrating victory.

Every time he wiggled his index and middle fingers frivolously, her heart somehow felt unsettled.

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