Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

“….”

Evnia closed her mouth with a bewildered feeling.

Though she was a bit doubtful whether he was really thinking of the same person as her, seeing his resolute gaze somehow made all such doubts feel pointless.

Evnia got the impression that this wasn’t the first time he had faced such a question.

It was because this was a problem he had sought answers to countless times within himself that he could speak with such a resolute voice.

Evnia suddenly recalled when Giyermo had talked about his first meeting with Ram.

Back then, he had emphasized that he had done no wrong to Ram. Not to everyone else.

“Why do you ask that?”

“I don’t know. I suppose I wanted to understand Lord Giyermo. Beings I can’t understand are frightening.”

“You’ve had useless thoughts. As if a lowly human could understand me.”

“But Lord Giyermo, you did the same thing.”

Giyermo, who had been lifting the corners of his mouth as if mocking Evnia, suddenly hesitated.

Why had he shown such particular interest in the lifestyle of humans he despised as foolish and lowly?

The Giyermo that Evnia knew had always been curious about humans.

Perhaps he had wanted to blend in. By perfectly imitating them in a way that wouldn’t expose his differences.

“I thought so from when you said you watched many books and plays. If you really hated humans, I don’t think you would have tried so hard to learn about them.”

“….”

“If Lord Giyermo wanted to understand people’s hearts, and you just chose the wrong method… I wondered if there was anything I could do to help. Though I wouldn’t be much assistance.”

Though Giyermo would scoff if he heard this, Evnia still secretly thought that she and he were somewhat similar.

When she was in Hessen, she had always craved people just like him.

She had yearned for parental affection, friendship, and romantic love, desperately trying for hearts she could never possess.

However, the Countess and Count of Hessen had never considered her their daughter from the beginning.

No peers wanted to get close to a woman who would soon die. The same was true for the opposite sex.

Evnia had always harbored unrequited love for people beyond the wall.

Because she too wanted to love and be loved normally like them, or perhaps she just wanted that feeling to be understood.

“I know well what it feels like to never reach people no matter how hard you try.”

Evnia concluded her words while awkwardly dimming the smile on her lips.

It was because she thought she had gotten carried away by the atmosphere and said something presumptuous.

As expected, Giyermo’s reaction wasn’t very good.

It was natural for him to be offended when some insignificant girl arbitrarily projected herself onto him.

He replied with a cold voice.

“How presumptuous. You don’t have overwhelming power like Agrham, so what ability do you have to help me?”

“I’m sorry. I know it was unnecessary meddling.”

“If you have time to worry about others, take care of yourself first. How do you plan to help me with that body that looks like it could collapse at any moment?”

“I wasn’t thinking of physical help though…”

“If not physical, then what kind of help are you talking about?”

“….”

At Giyermo’s continued pressing, Evnia quietly closed her mouth.

Was it her imagination that the other party seemed to be subtly expecting her help?

Evnia asked as if seeking confirmation.

“So you’re asking me to tell you what I’m planning to do?”

“I’m just going to listen once.”

Giyermo, who had thrown the shovel into the pit, crossed his arms with a prim attitude.

It seemed her thoughts weren’t wrong after all.

Evnia slowly got up, brushing off her wrinkled skirt.

Seven had warned her not to even speak with Giyermo, but for people living together in the same house, that was too harsh a treatment.

While it was certainly true that Giyermo had committed great wrongs in the past, if everyone turned away from him like this, he would never learn how to live with humans.

Evnia spoke with a determined expression.

“Pick up the shovel again.”

“…What?”

Giyermo asked back as if he had misheard.

Seeing him open and close his mouth again afterward, it didn’t seem like he had deliberately cut off his words.

Contrary to his hopes, what Evnia had just said was definitely not a mistake.

Social and cultural contexts and universal behavioral patterns were all formed within people’s actual lives.

And when learning something, experiencing it directly with one’s body was always best.

If he rolled around among ordinary people while excluding magic, he too would come to understand the human body and the spirit dwelling within it more accurately.

“I may not know about other things, but I know more about people than you do, Lord Giyermo, so I’ll teach you in as much detail as possible what it’s like to live as a human. Until you understand it perfectly.”

Giyermo felt the emotion of foreboding for the first time in 200 years since the day Ram had come to subjugate him.

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Digging the ground was going against the natural order.

Wasn’t that so?

Humans have feet to step on the ground and eyes to see light, so why try to dig into the soil and crawl inside?

“Damn it, this fucking…”

Giyermo thrust the shovel into the pit while spitting out curses.

The sweat drops flowing down his forehead without his knowledge were a bonus.

Though he had been wearing human guise for hundreds of years already, he was only now properly sensing the arms and legs attached to his body.

It was when Giyermo was gritting his teeth and shoving the shovel back under the soil.

An elderly woman passing nearby made an annoying interference.

“Oh my, you need to put it in at a slightly diagonal angle or you’ll hurt your wrist.”

“Mind your own business and get lost.”

“Even if I don’t want to mind… You can’t dig like that. You need to dig wide from the entrance, if you dig narrow like this, the soil might collapse inward.”

“There’s been no problem so far, why do you keep finding fault…”

It was when Giyermo, having lost his usual composure, was getting irritated first.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew from beyond the forest.

At first, light sand particles flew in and scratched his face, then at some point the soil piled at the entrance began collapsing uncontrollably.

The pit, which barely had space to swing his arms, was instantly filled with soil again.

“Oh my…”

“….”

The man who had been looking at Giyermo, buried alive, with pity, couldn’t withstand the murderous glare and quickly left for elsewhere.

Having lost his target for venting anger, Giyermo slowly turned his gaze toward Litberg Castle in the distance.

Should I kill them?

Should I kill them all?

If I push away all the nearby mountains, wouldn’t there be no more wild beast attacks?

However, he hadn’t endured the humiliating life at Litberg all this time just to meet his end at Ram’s hands.

Giyermo barely suppressed his rising anger and looked around for the culprit behind all this trouble.

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