Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“I know that too. It’s a dining table.”

Evnia answered calmly.

The man didn’t even pretend to listen to Evnia’s words and walked past her to sit in a nearby chair.

He still had the same face as before, with a mouth far too small to devour a person.

Since he didn’t appear in his monstrous form, it seems he really has no intention of eating me.

Having no choice, Evnia raised herself up and turned toward where he was, asking.

“You really won’t eat me?”

“You’re too filthy to eat.”

Evnia quietly lowered her head to examine her own appearance.

Her dress, ruined from wandering through the forest, came into view. Indeed, even she wouldn’t want to pick up and eat dirt-covered food.

After a moment’s consideration, Evnia offered a solution.

“You could just wash me before eating.”

“Will you shut up and be clean in one second, or keep babbling in those dirty clothes?”

Evnia chose the former. Not only was her grimy body uncomfortable, but it seemed the other party wanted her to be quiet.

When Evnia closed her mouth and went to sit across from him, the man sighed and muttered an incomprehensible incantation.

Soon a small breeze began to swirl around her, and her soiled clothes slowly started returning to their original state.

Her body, which had been sticky with sweat, likewise became refreshed.

‘Amazing…’

Evnia inwardly marveled as she touched her now-clean skirt hem.

She had never encountered real magic before, let alone properly functioning magical tools.

She’d heard that in big cities they made quite useful use of ancient relics, but everything accessible in the Hessen Region was nothing but worthless junk.

And for good reason—it was an era when the blessed had gone extinct.

After the man before her eyes had destroyed the evil that threatened the world, as if to maintain balance, the number of blessed ones had also begun to decline.

Thanks to this, by Evnia’s generation, magic was perceived as little more than a close companion to minstrels and fraudsters.

Those with real power mostly lived hidden in remote places, avoiding public attention.

Like that man sitting before me now.

Yes, he possessed real power. The ability to send me to another space with just a movement of his finger.

Whatever had happened in the past, if he didn’t want a bride now, there were countless ways to drive away an unwelcome guest.

He could snap my neck in an instant, or transport me to some distant place to remove me from his concern entirely.

Yet the man was simply looking at me with troubled eyes. As if seeking not the easy answer, but the right one.

Evnia asked in a subdued voice.

“May I ask you something?”

“Speak.”

“Have you ever transformed into a monster and eaten people?”

“No.”

“Then why did such rumors spread?”

“I didn’t eat them, but I’ve killed many. All legends are like that. One truth mixed with ninety-nine lies.”

The man answered in an indifferent tone, rolling only his eyes to look toward the door connected to the kitchen.

“I understand you’re curious about many things, but eat first. You’ll get indigestion.”

Looking in the direction of the man’s gaze, she could see Giyermo coming out pulling a trolley laden with food.

His movements were as elegant as a nobleman’s, but his actual service etiquette was completely disastrous.

Giyermo set down appetizers, main courses, desserts, tea and wine in complete disorder, then said in a proud voice.

“Well then, please enjoy your meal.”

Could this possibly be the Litberg Region’s dining style?

When Evnia hesitated, unable to readily touch the food, Agrham scolded her as if he’d been waiting for it.

“Don’t pick at it, eat heartily. You’re so skinny you look like you haven’t even gotten gruel—beggars would call you friend.”

The one who could have explained this avant-garde table setting had already returned to the kitchen.

Evnia had no choice but to pick up a spoon. Though in this situation, the food couldn’t possibly go down properly.

Whether from lack of appetite, she couldn’t taste anything on her tongue.

When Evnia barely managed a few spoonfuls of soup before putting down her spoon, Agrham raised his eyebrows warningly.

Evnia made an excuse in a small voice.

“I’m full.”

“Don’t leave anything, eat it all. That’s how you grow tall.”

The man lecturing her like an uncle appeared to be only about thirty years old at most.

Even that was an estimate raised somewhat due to his world-weary eyes.

Well, considering his age of over 400 years, such speech habits might actually suit his years.

“I’m fine eating just this much normally.”

“Oh my, are you doing some kind of weight loss thing because you’re a girl? At your age, eating well and playing well is what’s best.”

Being nagged about meals by the man she’d believed would devour her all her life made her feel strangely odd.

Evnia fiddled with the tip of her spoon and answered quietly.

“I was afraid of being eaten.”

“What?”

“I thought if I wasn’t worth eating, Lord Ram might not eat me.”

“…”

No one would welcome being devoured by a monster.

Evnia wanted to survive more than anyone, and she would do anything to achieve that goal.

Obsessively losing weight so there would be no reason to feel appetite was one of the countless hardships she had endured.

Now she regretted having desperately endured even giving up the pleasure of eating.

After all, she had no reason to struggle so desperately to survive…

“Aren’t you eating, Lord Ram?”

Evnia asked, looking down at the food piled high before her.

After opening and closing his mouth for a moment, he answered a beat later.

“I’m not hungry.”

“So you don’t eat human food…”

Evnia muttered to herself, having reached her own conclusion.

She had wondered why no cutlery was placed at his seat, but it seemed to be because this wasn’t his staple food.

As Evnia sat quietly just nodding her head, Agrham suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

“Giyermo, bring mine too!”

“Pardon?”

At his master’s call, Giyermo peeked out from between the doors again. His attitude was somehow insolent.

“Did I hear correctly just now? You want to dine?”

“Yes.”

“Why would someone who doesn’t need to eat want to waste provisions? Do you know how hard I worked to procure this meal?”

“Don’t make me say it twice, just do as you’re told.”

At the sharp threat, Giyermo eventually returned to the kitchen.

Shortly after, a bizarre plate that looked like nothing but scraps was placed before Agrham.

It was a sight that would make anyone lose their appetite, but instead of scolding his subordinate, he chewed and swallowed all his portion of food without complaint.

Overwhelmed by his momentum, Evnia also picked up her spoon again as if pushed.

The meal ended only after Evnia had forced much more food into her stomach than usual.

Agrham, who had combatively demolished his food, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said.

“Now that we’ve finished eating, let’s talk.”

Even after starting this way, he couldn’t easily continue with his next words.

After staring intently at Evnia for a long while, he sighed and pulled out a cigarette. Then, as if this situation was utterly bothersome, he began smoking with an agitated expression, constantly shaking his leg.

At first, Evnia had quietly waited for the conversation to begin, but when his third cigarette appeared, she could no longer just sit and watch.

Evnia politely tried to dissuade him.

“If you smoke like that, your health won’t survive.”

“Oh, I’m immortal so it doesn’t matter. Pretty awesome, right?”

“…Where on earth did you learn to talk like that?”

“Giyermo said it was the latest trend.”

Agrham glanced toward the kitchen and answered indifferently.

At that, Evnia recalled the vintage outfit Giyermo had been wearing. As well as his unforgettable remark about having lived buried in the countryside for a good 200 years.

‘Totally super old-fashioned.’

Of course, she didn’t honestly voice the thought that came to mind.

Because it seemed like his awkward attempt at trendy language was somehow because of her.

Just as Evnia was nodding her head in agreement,

a tickling sensation spread through her throat and suddenly a loud cough burst out.

“Cough!”

Hearing Evnia’s cough, Agrham fixed his gaze on her intently. Then, without hesitation, he pressed the end of his cigarette into the bowl Giyermo had provided and extinguished it.

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