Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41

When Ram turned his gaze to look at Countess Janet, she straightened her shoulders as if to say, “Now do you see what kind of person I am?”

“Seeing that you don’t recognize me, you must be from out of town.”

“No, I’m a native of this region. I’ve probably lived here longer than you have.”

“Oh my goodness. Look at this man. He looks twenty years younger than me, yet he flatters me so well? Men like him, really. They know exactly how to handle women.”

Somehow misinterpreting Ram’s words, Countess Janet giggled excessively with delight.

She even reached out her hand as if to playfully slap Ram’s arm, but he quickly stepped aside.

Ram hastily pulled Evnia’s waist into his embrace and put on a perfunctory smile.

Only then did Countess Janet seem to notice Evnia’s presence, glancing at her.

“Hmm, I see you have a companion. And this is…?”

“My wife.”

Ram looked at Evnia with a smiling face and winked at her.

He had quickly abandoned the informal speech that might have caused unnecessary misunderstandings.

Would it be a mistake to think she read some desperate signal in his relaxed expression?

Evnia stepped forward in his place and calmly apologized.

“Hello, madam. You are so beautiful that my husband failed to gauge your age properly and ended up being rude. Please forgive him generously.”

“Oh my, this one pleases me in a completely different way. Where did such a charming couple suddenly appear from?”

Countess Janet’s fierce expression completely softened at Evnia’s polite response.

“I’ve heard that blessed ones serve secretly in places like royal families of nations, but living long enough, I get to actually meet such precious talent. What brings you two to Schwaiger? Don’t tell me our territory has gotten involved in some grand and evil conspiracy?”

“Of course not, as you can see, I simply came to buy clothes with my husband.”

“That’s a relief. We already have enough headaches these days, and I really don’t want any more worries.”

Countess Janet said this while pressing her temples with tired fingers.

It seemed she was guiding the conversation so that the other party would ask what these ‘headaches’ were about.

Ram and Evnia, who felt they already knew without having to ask, merely exchanged secret glances.

However, Countess Janet was an impatient woman who had tried to barge into a store that others had rented out.

When they showed no signs of giving the response she wanted, she brought up the problematic topic herself.

“I wonder if you’ve heard about it. Three years ago, my precious nephew… Franz, who was the heir to this territory, was unfortunately murdered. We couldn’t find any clues to the case until recently when we finally found a suspect, but that bastard fled to Litberck to save his miserable life. It’s truly a troubling situation.”

“Ah…”

“What do you think? With the ability you just showed, you could probably catch such an insignificant fellow in an instant… If you don’t have other pressing matters, could you lend us your strength? My nephew is already dead, but it would make me truly happy if you could ease his resentful heart through revenge.”

Countess Janet even made a show of wiping away tears to emphasize her sorrow.

However, the way she snatched the handkerchief from her servant was so vicious that her spiteful nature stood out more than any grief.

Ram, who had been pondering deeply at the phrase ‘resentful heart,’ suddenly opened his mouth to respond.

“Listening to this, it seems there might be a way I can help.”

“…Honey?”

As soon as Ram finished speaking, Evnia’s eyes widened as she looked at him.

Helping the sister of Schwaiger Baron? That would mean selling out Count Max.

Earlier he had seemed interested in the 500 gold bounty – could he really be planning to collect that money to cover today’s expenses?

While Evnia was too flustered to continue speaking, Countess Janet quickly advanced the conversation.

“Oh my, how kind of you. Then shall we move outside for a moment? I’d like to explain the favor I’m asking in detail.”

“Ah, that’s a bit difficult right now. I’m enjoying an intimate date with my wife after a long time. If I talk about work today too, my wife will be angry.”

“If that’s the reason, I should step back. Then could you tell me your address? I’ll send a separate invitation later.”

“Well, I wonder if your servant could actually reach there? Since I can move anywhere at will, the entire world is my home.”

Ram avoided the difficult question with vague words and turned his head toward the manager who had been standing there like a borrowed barley sack.

“Was that everything we’re taking today?”

“Pardon? Oh, no. One dress is still being prepared.”

The manager who answered thus hurriedly looked back at the staff behind him.

Work that had stopped for the rare spectacle finally began moving again.

The next moment, the dress that needed to be packed had disappeared, leaving them carefully stroking empty air.

“I’ll come back for the altered clothes next week at this time.”

Ram quickly finished his business at the boutique and turned back to Countess Janet.

He nodded with an attitude that was not polite at all, yet still elegant, and said:

“Madam, then I’ll see you again another day.”

“Wait, at least your name…!”

Ram bid farewell as smoothly as flowing water and embraced Evnia’s shoulders.

As her center of gravity shifted toward him, Countess Janet’s urgent cry was cut off abruptly.

Evnia looked around at the suddenly changed surroundings with a dazed feeling.

They hadn’t returned to the manor in Litberck – they had arrived in some alley again.

After confirming there were no people around, Ram immediately let go of Evnia’s arm. His attitude was as refreshing as the farewell he had left at the boutique.

Unlike him, who was carefree and untroubled, Evnia couldn’t maintain her composure at all.

Evnia whirled around to face Ram and asked:

“Are you really going?”

“Of course I have to go. I still haven’t received half the clothes.”

“Not to the boutique, to Countess Janet.”

“Ah, there too, well, while I’m at it.”

If Countess Janet had heard this conversation, she probably would have trembled with rage, saying this was the first time she’d been so insulted.

No, perhaps she would have forgiven him with a generous heart, saying a handsome man’s arrogance is like thorns on a rose. After all, she was the one who needed to ask them for a favor.

“You’re not really planning to grant Countess Janet’s request, are you?”

“You mean capture the fugitive living in our house and hand him over? Of course not. Sadly, that fugitive is your only guard.”

“…Then why did you accept the invitation?”

“Hmm? It’s interesting. Don’t you find it interesting?”

He asked back in an innocent tone as if it were nothing special.

When Evnia was left speechless and closed her mouth, he began walking forward with his hands clasped behind his back.

He gestured with his hand behind him as if telling her to follow, and said:

“When you think about it, if I meet Schwaiger Baron and things go well through conversation, they won’t send more troops, right? Soldiers are one thing, but it would be troublesome if they conscripted and sent civilians.”

“How do you plan to… resolve things well through conversation?”

Evnia glanced at his profile with suspicious eyes.

In any case, the fact that Schwaiger Baron’s son had died in Litberck remained unchanged.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Count Max was currently taking the blame for Giyermo’s crime, but clearing him of those false charges wouldn’t change the situation much.

Both Count Max and Giyermo were employees working at Litberg Castle.

“I haven’t really thought about that. Well, it’ll probably be fine? When I go personally and suggest we get along, things usually work out well.”

“…”

Evnia felt she could clearly imagine what kind of mindset the other party had when accepting Ram’s peace treaty.

Unless their goal was suicide, no one would refuse Ram’s proposal not to fight.

Evnia felt foolish for having assumed the worst-case scenario first.

Unlike her, Ram was someone who didn’t need to bow his head to anyone.

Yet he was always kind to everyone.

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