Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

 

Though she was surrounded by many people and not easily visible, finding her wasn’t particularly difficult.

 

She had a face that stood out enough even without looking carefully.

 

Evnia was filling a completed pit back with soil at a spot some distance away from him.

 

‘Insolent woman.’

 

At first she was a foolish woman, then a ridiculous woman, and finally a woman who had made even that seem laughable.

 

Looking so frail as if she couldn’t kill a single insect, why did she always do such unpredictable things?

 

Lately, it seemed she was at least trying to approach Agrham as he wished, but today she was out wandering around again, unnecessarily helping people.

 

They weren’t even real domain residents, just people who had arbitrarily settled here—what did it matter how they lived?

 

‘She pitied me without knowing her place, but at least her actions are consistent.’

 

He’d known from before that she was poor at understanding her position.

 

When he had briefly lost his human skin to Ram previously, hadn’t she volunteered to take on unnecessary trouble, saying she would care for him?

 

Even though he wasn’t a being who needed such care.

 

Today was the same.

 

It was irritating to watch her scooping soil with arms that looked like they couldn’t even hold a spoon, so he had picked up the shovel instead, only for her to abandon him without hesitation and go find other work to do.

 

What was a woman who was supposed to be the mistress of a domain doing, bustling around restlessly without a moment’s rest?

 

That sight was both amusing and annoying, and watching it somehow made him feel frustrated inside as well.

 

Accepting her insolent proposal to teach him had been a mistake from the start.

 

There was no way he could learn anything from a mere girl who hadn’t even lived twenty years.

 

Still, if there was a reason he had been tempted by that ridiculous suggestion…

 

“Ahahaha! This is a dream, right? I’m dreaming, right? Right?”

 

When he had granted the wish of the woman Evnia had spoken of, why had she laughed maniacally while shedding tears?

 

“You demon bastard, just die.”

 

And why had she immediately after glared at him as if to kill him and poured out curses?

 

In the end, it was because he too was curious.

 

What exactly was this damned thing called the human heart?

 

As time passed, he had vaguely recognized his mistakes, but still couldn’t truly understand them.

 

For someone who didn’t understand humans to gain the power to grant human wishes—it was truly a trick of fate.

 

All the more so because being such an existence meant he could never live completely apart from people.

 

It was while Giyermo was silently following Evnia’s movements with his eyes.

 

Suddenly, their gazes met.

 

Startled to see him half-buried in the ground, she came running toward him in one breath.

 

“Lord Giyermo, what happened? Why are you like this…”

 

Evnia trailed off, looking at his body with bewildered eyes.

 

Her expression suggested she couldn’t even guess how he had ended up in such a state.

 

“Can’t you get out by yourself? Shall I give you a hand?”

 

“I don’t need…”

 

He started to spit out an irritated refusal but stopped mid-sentence.

 

Regardless of his answer, she had already extended her hand toward him.

 

Giyermo, who had been staring at that sight, impulsively grabbed her hand.

 

Unlike his body which was cool even in summer, the woman was soft and warm.

 

It was a fact he already knew from having bitten her before.

 

Giyermo carefully avoided putting weight on their clasped hands as he stepped up onto solid ground.

 

Perhaps there was some reason she had made him suffer like this, as she cautiously asked for his thoughts.

 

“How was working?”

 

“It was the most wretched experience of my life.”

 

“…Didn’t you have any other thoughts? Like, if I weren’t here, others would have suffered more, so I’m glad to be helpful…”

 

“Not at all. I did think about wanting to blow up this entire village.”

 

“…”

 

“Ah, I’d also like to say this isn’t teaching but abuse.”

 

In fact, Giyermo had no memory of learning anything from Evnia yet.

 

Because his supposed teacher had assigned him work and disappeared, the only study he could do alone was at best silent meditation.

 

No, thinking about it, he had learned how to dig from some elderly woman who was passing by.

 

Though his basic strength was exceptionally superior, so he had already made many holes in the ground even without such techniques.

 

Giyermo looked down at Evnia’s troubled face with narrowed eyes and asked.

 

“Why, are you only thinking about how to reform me?”

 

“It was a rather unfamiliar perspective… I don’t particularly want to change Lord Giyermo’s thoughts. Among those who make wishes, there might be people who think similarly to you.”

 

“So?”

 

“I just wanted to show you some other examples. So you could consider various possibilities.”

 

Evnia said this while turning her gaze toward the wide field.

 

Unlike him who had been isolated alone, the villagers naturally gathered in groups to share the work.

 

“Since Lord Giyermo is someone who can accomplish many things alone, I think you might think that way. Unilaterally helping others is bothersome work, after all.”

 

“For once you’re saying something I like.”

 

“There are people who don’t expect compensation for help, but that’s not a common case either… Maybe in the end, we help others for ourselves. With the belief that if I help others, others will help me too.”

 

“Tsk, these weak humans. They could each just live on their own—why do such troublesome things?”

 

“Because we’re weak. Since people who can do everything alone are rare, we form groups like this to overcome our weaknesses.”

 

This was a concept Giyermo already knew. Creatures that traveled in groups and cared for weak individuals existed at the bottom of the lake too.

 

Since he wasn’t such a lowly creature, he had never had the opportunity to actually experience this.

 

Having been perfect from the moment of birth, he had inevitably become alone.

 

No one understood him and no one tried to know him.

 

Everyone would approach him arbitrarily one day, show him their wounded inner selves, and then blame him and leave the moment he failed to comfort those wounds properly.

 

He was sick of it.

 

This one-sided discharge that couldn’t even be called communication.

 

Himself, who wanted to prove his existence’s meaning even through such channels.

 

Giyermo thought the premise itself was wrong from the start.

 

If humans were such foolish beings, then instead of him trying to understand them, they should understand him.

 

However, whenever he approached, people only desperately fled from him like sailors facing a typhoon, or refugees fleeing from war.

 

The only human who had stepped forward saying she wanted to understand him had to be such an insignificant woman.

 

It was depressing.

 

With that frail body, even if she dared try to embrace him, he wouldn’t feel protected.

 

“I’m vulnerable too right now. I’ve broken out in sweat for the first time in my life. Do you know how unpleasant this sensation is for an aquatic creature? My body is disgustingly half-wet.”

 

“Ah, I have a handkerchief. Just a moment.”

 

At Giyermo’s complaint, Evnia hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom.

 

Giyermo pretended not to see the hand she extended and turned his head sharply to the left.

 

His neck, glistening with sweat, was fully exposed under the sunlight.

 

Evnia, who had been watching this with bewildered eyes, asked in an uncertain voice.

 

“Should I… wipe it for you?”

 

“If you really want to, then do so.”

 

At Giyermo’s coy answer, Evnia reluctantly reached her hand toward him.

 

The neatly folded handkerchief lightly brushed against his neck a few times before pulling away.

 

She was being careful not to let bare skin touch, so he felt no sensation other than the soft cotton.

 

But that overly cautious behavior somehow began to irritate him.

 

Giyermo displayed his discomfort again.

 

“Am I dirty?”

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