Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

Though he added it at the very end in a barely audible voice, Evnia got the impression that he had intended to mention his family from the beginning.

She wasn’t entirely unaware of why he had brought up this topic.

The stories she had poured out with overwhelming emotion when they first met, the behaviors he had shown since then, his attitude toward life, or rather the aspects of life revealed through that attitude…

There were many clues.

If she had paid even a little attention, she would have inevitably noticed that he couldn’t have grown up normally.

That’s why Evnia hadn’t bothered to ask again about the things she had unconsciously said on the night they slept together.

She was afraid it might remind him of his judgment again.

“About 30 days of farm experience would be an unforgettable memory for those people too. For you, it would be revenge that doesn’t leave such a bitter aftertaste. Well, it’s like briefly dipping them in hellfire and pulling them out. Scary but safe.”

“…”

“You don’t need to think of revenge so negatively. In a way, it’s something those people need more. It would be good if they could finally learn that bad things are bad, don’t you think?”

Ram spoke with emphasis in his voice, as if trying to persuade Evnia.

To this, Evnia replied with a gentle smile.

“It’s okay, Lord Ram.”

“…”

“I’ve forgotten everything since coming here. The things that happened before.”

Evnia didn’t want him to seek revenge for her sake.

Truly, she had never harbored such excessive greed.

Ram was someone who was enough just by existing, even without doing anything special for her.

This was partly because he was already giving her many things she hadn’t asked for, but also because Ram was the very ideal she had in mind.

Come to think of it, Jens had said something similar to her before leaving for Schwaiger.

“That advice was right.”

“Pardon?”

“The advice to see the world broadly. That giving up isn’t a good habit.”

Evnia had looked at Jens with fresh eyes as he said this.

When they first met, he certainly seemed worn down by the world’s hardships, but after everything was resolved, his face had a vitality that wasn’t there before.

His dramatically more respectful attitude was a bonus, as if their position in his heart had been elevated to that of benefactors.

“I’ve lived my whole life thinking my existence was a bad example. The kind of person they point to when saying ‘Don’t live like that’ or ‘You’ll end up like him if you do that.'”

“It wasn’t because you did something wrong that things turned out this way, Jens. It was just that the other side was bad.”

“No, I was the one who was wrong. It was wrong from the start to challenge an opponent I couldn’t beat. Hasn’t the world been saying so for the past dozen years? That might makes right, that beliefs you can’t enforce are nothing but recklessness. That’s why we had to be driven from our hometown like criminals.”

Evnia couldn’t argue with his words. She too knew all too well that the world wasn’t such a beautiful place.

Perhaps that’s why she needed this kind of experience too.

The confidence to boldly say that right is right and wrong is wrong, the belief that everything eventually returns to the right path.

“This place is like a fairy tale world. A world where villains are punished, wronged people are cleared of false accusations, and good intentions aren’t betrayed.”

“…That’s why I came to love Litberck.”

“If it’s a world like this, it would really be worth living without giving up.”

“…”

“So whatever it is, don’t give up either, Lady Evnia. It really seems like you can do that here.”

Had he also kept in his heart the words Evnia had said when they first met?

Jens willingly gave the young person before him the advice he truly wanted to give.

Don’t give up, he said. You can do that in this place.

If she just followed one simple rule, she could continue to dream.

Evnia’s refusal of Ram’s proposal wasn’t because she still had affection for her family, or because she felt guilty about punishing them.

She still wanted to stay longer in this fairy tale-like world.

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Anton, the manager of Rosabel Boutique, was busily running around the store today as well, trying to extract money from customers.

A group of noble ladies had just entered the store, so even he, as the manager, had to run around with the staff to handle the flood of requests.

Of course, having many customers was better than having none, but at times like this, he couldn’t help but miss customers who quietly spent a lot of money.

‘Isn’t there a customer who’ll let me close the store and earn a thousand gold again?’

Anton was wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead while secretly making this shameless wish.

Someone opened the store door and entered. It was exactly that customer who had actually fulfilled his shameless wish not long ago.

Anton brightened up and quickly ran toward them.

“Dear customers, you’ve come.”

“We came to pick up the clothes we ordered, but the store looks very busy. Did we choose the wrong time?”

“Oh my, not at all.”

Anton dumped the load he was carrying in both arms onto a nearby clerk and frantically waved his hands.

He sent all the staff who were on the first floor upstairs to quickly clear the traffic, then welcomed his big spenders with a bright smile.

No matter how busy things were, he couldn’t treat customers who might spend a fortune again poorly.

‘Well, I’m also a bit personally curious.’

Thinking this, Anton diligently glanced sideways at the couple following behind him.

With their extraordinary appearance at first glance and the rare ability of being a Blessed One.

It was a combination that would be hard not to become famous, yet Anton still didn’t even know their names.

But he was worried about offending them if he took the initiative to pry for information, so he had been just watching for signs until now.

Thinking he should approach them more familiarly today, Anton spoke warmly.

“I heard you visited once when I wasn’t here. I heard about it from the staff. You even helped with styling at our store?”

“Yes, we suddenly had to attend a party. We were in trouble because we had no one to ask for help with dressing up, but thanks to your willing assistance, it was resolved well.”

“I should have taken care of you personally, but it’s regrettable. I happened to be out on a house call to another customer that day. That day…”

Anton stopped mid-sentence while chattering about small talk to lighten the mood.

On the day this couple came to the store asking for styling help, the day Anton went out to meet another customer, there was only one party held in this area.

It was the ball hosted by Countess Janet.

Of course, this couple who could move freely might have attended a different event, but considering Countess Janet’s previous interest in them, it seemed quite possible.

Anton quickly lowered his voice and asked.

“Did you perhaps attend that party as well?”

“That party?”

“The party where Schwaiger Baron turned into a pig!”

At the man’s question, Anton shouted in an excited voice.

Most of the attendees were being cautious, perhaps afraid they might end up in the same state as the baron, but due to his profession, Anton had gathered a lot of information about the incident from various sources.

If this couple had really attended that event, he might be able to hear new reviews.

Sure enough, seeing Anton’s expectant gaze, the other party nodded readily.

Even though his wife was nudging his arm as if giving him a hint, he paid no attention and spoke in a cheerful voice.

“That’s right, we went there too.”

“How was it in person?”

“The baron, you mean? His milky skin was shining smoothly. The changed body suited him better than expected, so it was a bit pitiful. If he had been born a pig from the beginning, the baron would have been considered handsome among pigs.”

“No, not that pig, the other one!”

The man who had been stroking his chin lost in recollection stopped at Anton’s exclamation. His expression seemed to ask who else he could be talking about if not the baron.

Anton was inwardly frustrated by the other’s clueless reaction.

The manager was someone who was born and raised under a well-known designer mother and tailor father, meaning he had been involved in the fashion world his entire life from the moment he was born.

That’s right. The logic that governed his life was the beauty of appearances.

The news that caught such a manager’s interest was precisely…

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see them? Well, that Monster of Litberg and his bride… they’re incredibly handsome and beautiful! They weren’t monstrous-looking at all!”

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