Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

Evnia, recalling the story she had heard from Ram, nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Wishes shouldn’t be made carelessly. You’ve given good advice. You all should keep that in mind too.”

“Oh my, wishes? We don’t hope for anything so grand.”

“That’s right, you just gave us jobs.”

Sylvia and Linda hastily waved their hands in refusal, having somehow interpreted Evnia’s words differently.

Perhaps they had their own circumstances that led them to come all this way despite their elders’ warnings.

Linda began to ramble on with lengthy words of gratitude.

“Actually, the atmosphere in the village hasn’t been very good until recently. Wild beasts keep coming down and ruining the fields, and armed people from the neighboring estate keep crossing over… Everyone was feeling uneasy, but thanks to the help from the manor, we’ve been able to lift a great burden from our hearts.”

“That’s right, we were worried about having no income during winter, but finding work like this is such a relief. Thank you so much.”

Sylvia and Linda bowed their heads in greeting.

It was Ram who decided to recruit employees, and I only helped with the process, yet I’m hearing such words of gratitude.

Evnia stammered her response with noticeably flustered behavior, then even bowed her head saying she was more grateful that they had come.

The flustered counterparts then bent their waists as if they would bury their faces in the table.

It was Seven who cut off the seemingly endless exchange of gratitude.

Seven, who had cleanly emptied his plate in the meantime, set his spoon down on the bowl with a clatter and asked.

“Are you two planning to stay and prepare dinner tonight?”

“Pardon? Sh-should we do that?”

“I was telling you not to do that and go home instead.”

Thanks to Seven skillfully resolving the situation, they avoided the mishap of having applicants start work on their interview day.

Evnia sent Levi as a guide so they wouldn’t get lost on their way, then she too rose from her seat.

That’s when it happened. Seven, confirming that only the two of them remained in the dining hall, suddenly threw out a sharp question.

“But why do you speak formally even to the village women? Didn’t you say you were the mistress of this manor?”

Evnia was so flustered that she sat back down in her chair.

Evnia made excuses, trying to appear nonchalant.

“That was, I was being stubborn because I wanted to send Count Max away. The situation just turned out that way, but actually I’m just a freeloader…”

“Even setting aside your marriage to Ram, you’re still a noble lady.”

That wasn’t true.

She was an orphan of unknown origin.

Having been abandoned even by the Count and Countess of Hessen who were her adoptive parents, she could no longer call herself a noble lady.

So in truth, her situation wasn’t much different from the two women who had just left. Speaking down to them as if it were natural would have been stranger.

“Being kind to the people you employ is good, but do it in moderation. If the mistress doesn’t maintain discipline, who will?”

“…Yes.”

Though she managed to give a response, she couldn’t say anything more.

Unable to give a firm answer that she wouldn’t do it again, nor explain why she couldn’t help it, Evnia eventually found a different topic as an alternative.

“By the way, Seven. Didn’t Lord Ram bring Giyermo here so he couldn’t grant people’s wishes anymore? What happened in Litberck again?”

Fortunately, thinking it was natural to be curious about such matters, Seven readily went along with the changed topic.

He answered in a casual tone.

“Giyermo just did what Giyermo does. He acted up trying to grant wishes behind Ram’s back and spectacularly failed again. Though since coming here, he lacks the power to cause major accidents.”

“Why does Giyermo want to grant people’s wishes so badly?”

“Who knows. Maybe it’s an instinctive desire imprinted in him since he was originally born for that purpose, or maybe he wanted to gather thoughts here to regain his power…”

After a moment’s thought, Seven added a final hypothesis.

“Or maybe he wanted to prove that he wasn’t wrong.”

Evnia suddenly recalled what Giyermo had said to her in the garden.

When she had doubted Giyermo’s mistakes, he had noticeably shown his hurt feelings before disappearing.

‘Was he upset about only receiving suspicion…’

But no matter how good the intentions behind an action, if all the results were disastrous, who would view his behavior favorably?

Even Evnia, who was trying her best to view him favorably, sometimes found herself doubting his true intentions.

‘If only someone were beside him to point out what he shouldn’t do, things would improve greatly.’

Or perhaps all of this had happened because he didn’t listen to others from the beginning.

Considering Giyermo’s independent personality, that was quite possible, but there seemed to be no one around him to guide him on the right path.

Seven and Levi obviously disliked Giyermo, so they were out of the question, and while Hanna might receive teachings from him, she wasn’t in a position to teach him.

Ram had a gentle personality, but he was too overwhelmed caring for his own grief to have the capacity to patiently look after others.

“Evnia.”

Had her efforts to understand Giyermo’s position shown outwardly?

Seven quietly called Evnia’s name.

Confirming that Evnia’s eyes had refocused, he suddenly began reciting a story like an oral fairy tale.

“Once upon a time, there lived a poor woman in a village. She was born into a poor family but happened to have a pretty face, which twisted her fate. Even without money, she was living happily with her loving husband, but unfortunately caught the lord’s eye.”

“…”

“The lord proposed that she become his concubine, and the woman naturally refused. She kept her chastity but lost everything else instead. The lord, his pride wounded, set fire to her house, threatening to kill the woman’s family. In that fire, her beloved husband, her young child, and the elderly mother-in-law they lived with all turned to ash. Only that woman survived. The reason the lord saved only the woman was, well, you can probably guess?”

“…”

“The woman barely escaped the lord’s men and desperately ran through the night toward a lake said to grant wishes. Why did she go there specifically? Well… her desire to save her family must have been that desperate, I suppose.”

“…Was her wish granted?”

At Evnia’s question, Seven smiled bitterly.

“How could a mere spirit, not even a god, have the power to resurrect the dead? Besides, there were quite a few people to revive? Naturally, she was refused.”

“At least it wasn’t an ending where the corpses were made to move… or something like that.”

“No, it was much more cruel than that.”

“…”

“After crying for a long time, the woman next begged to be killed along with the lord. She wanted to take revenge and follow her family. But this fish wasn’t entirely evil either. He flatly refused such a wish. I think this woman probably understood that to mean it was impossible to kill people. If she had just asked to kill the lord alone, he would have granted it.”

“…”

“Having been refused both her first and second wishes, the woman finally begged to have this terrible sadness removed. If reviving her family and her own death were impossible, she asked to at least not suffer anymore.”

“That…”

“Fortunately it was granted. Or should I say it was unfortunately granted?”

Seven pulled out a pipe from his chest as if craving tobacco.

Slowly putting the mouthpiece to his lips, he looked back at Evnia with unreadable eyes.

“Now then, here’s the question. What happened to that woman?”

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