Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Could it be that he threw away the cigarette he was smoking because of me?

He doesn’t need to be considerate of me in such trivial matters.

Evnia asked with a bewildered expression.

“You said it doesn’t matter since you’re immortal. Why did you put it out?”

“You’re not.”

The man answered as if it was nothing special, lightly rubbing his hands together before interlacing his fingers.

He rested his chin on them and said.

“Anyway, to put it simply, I have no intention of marrying you. Even less intention of eating you.”

“…Why?”

Even though she had already sensed he would say that, Evnia deliberately asked for the reason.

Ironically, the monster Grand Duke was objectively not a bad marriage prospect.

The rumors about eating people were false, and in reality, he knew how to be considerate of the weak.

Rather than just anyone being fine for marriage, he earned extra points.

It seemed he had heard the news of her sister’s death, who was supposed to be the original bride, and had given up on this marriage proposal entirely.

Evnia suddenly became curious.

Why did it have to be her sister?

“Do I look unappetizing?”

As soon as Evnia finished speaking, he burst into a fit of coughing.

As if there was no magic to stop coughing, he couldn’t catch his breath for quite a while until his nose turned red.

Covering his mouth with one hand, he gestured with the other toward Evnia and said.

“Wait, stand up for a moment.”

“Pardon?”

“Stand next to the chair.”

He urged her to stand up again with a hoarse voice.

Since he demonstrated first by getting up himself, Evnia soon obediently followed his instruction.

After confirming that Evnia was standing properly, the man lightly snapped his fingers.

The next moment, Evnia realized they had moved to another location.

Having experienced this once before, she wasn’t greatly flustered this time.

As Evnia looked around, Agrham briefly explained their location.

“This is the warehouse below the top floor of the tower. I thought it would be faster to explain while showing you.”

Saying that, he took a step toward the wall right in front of them.

There were curtains hanging, and she thought there would be windows like the diagonally connected walls, but surprisingly, a large painting was hidden behind them.

‘A woman?’

In the portrait that looked as if it had been painted yesterday without any fading, a beautiful woman sat at an angle, smiling.

She was a lovely woman with sparkling blonde hair, lake-blue eyes, and rosy red cheeks.

While Evnia was staring blankly at the woman preserved in the past.

Agrham boldly showed his left hand wearing a wedding ring and said.

“I’ll be direct. I’m a married man.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m already married. To the woman in this painting, about 400 years ago.”

Evnia only understood what he was saying after a moment.

Though that didn’t mean she had completely recovered from her surprise.

Evnia just stared blankly at him as he continued his calm explanation.

“My wife was an ordinary person, so she died before me, and I’ve been waiting for my wife to be reborn.”

“…”

“I have an old acquaintance with some prophetic ability, and he said it would be your sister. So I made a contract with your ancestor to send a daughter from your family as a bride around this time. That’s the whole story behind this marriage proposal.”

Could there be another such touching story in the world?

A man who loved his wife so much had been waiting alone through hundreds of years of vast time to meet her again after she passed away first.

Only for his beloved wife, constantly reminiscing about moments that were truly fleeting compared to the time he had lived.

It was a beautiful story that couldn’t be heard without tears.

The dizzy feeling was probably because she had suddenly climbed too high.

“Do you understand now why I said I can’t marry you?”

“…My parents did something meaningless from the beginning. I wasn’t the person Lord Ram wanted.”

Count and Countess Hessen had truly wasted their efforts.

They never needed to bring and raise an orphan who looked similar to their daughter from the start, and Emilia didn’t need to hide from others’ eyes.

They had come up with such a scheme because they couldn’t bear to marry their precious daughter to a monster.

However, the man before her was someone who had no reason to desperately avoid marriage.

No matter what kind of marriage prospect Emilia found, none could match him.

Even if you searched all the theater troupes in the country, it was doubtful you could find such a handsome man, and his wealth was comparable to the Royal Family.

He was even reasonable enough to try to resolve problems through dialogue rather than force when something went wrong.

It was patience that a monster couldn’t display.

Most importantly, unlike ordinary common political marriages, this marriage would have love.

He was a man who had waited hundreds of years, longing only for his dead wife.

His reborn wife would surely be terribly loved.

Evnia turned her gaze toward the window and muttered.

“I envy my sister.”

Even at the grave she had sought with the resolve to die, she heard the declaration that she wasn’t needed.

So she had lost even her usefulness as a corpse. How deflating.

“You said you were forced to come here?”

Evnia slowly blinked and answered.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you get along with your family?”

“Yes.”

“Then you probably don’t want to go home much.”

Aside from the matter of preference, it was impossible anyway.

The reason the Hessen Count’s Family had to take in and feed an orphan of unknown origin was now gone.

Then where should she go?

Leaving the hometown where she had lived her entire life, losing even the one place given to her to die.

‘Is there anywhere to go?’

Evnia looked down at the village at the foot of the castle with damp eyes.

Perhaps because it was a building erected on high ground, the height was dizzying. If she fell like this, her form would be unrecognizable.

The man who had turned his gaze away from his wife in the painting now looked at Evnia.

He asked persistently.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?”

“No.”

“If you want to settle somewhere else, I can help you.”

“Thank you, but I’ll manage on my own.”

“Don’t put up unnecessary pride and accept help when it’s offered.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

He had been kind enough to her.

He didn’t need to take responsibility and care for idiots who had wasted their lives on foolish delusions.

The emotion Evnia was feeling now, the terrible despair that had broken her, was entirely her own burden.

The man she had believed to be the cause of all this misfortune had ironically never once been bad to her.

This man had never deceived anyone from the beginning…

“Don’t talk nonsense, kid. Is life that easy?”

Agrham suddenly raised his voice.

He began to get angry on her behalf as if this were his own business.

“What terrible things do you think will happen to a sheltered noble girl like you who knows nothing about the world, traveling alone without guards? Decide where you want to settle and what you’ll do there, then come back with a 10-year future plan. Then I’ll send you off.”

The man who said that rummaged through his pocket as if craving a cigarette.

The man who had been about to bring the cigarette to his mouth suddenly frowned and stopped his movement. Then he spat out what he had been holding and immediately broke it in half.

At the sound of something hard breaking, she turned her head to the side and saw that the cigarette had transformed into a stick-shaped candy.

He handed Evnia the end that hadn’t touched his lips and said:

“Eat it, it’s strawberry flavored.”

“I don’t like strawberries.”

“Then orange.”

As soon as he flicked his fingertip, the red striped decoration on the candy’s surface changed to orange.

She couldn’t understand why someone with such a naturally kind disposition had gained a reputation as a monster.

He must have deliberately spread such ridiculous rumors to avoid visitors because he was seriously lazy.

For some reason, Evnia felt like crying.

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