Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70

Even after being under Ram for over 200 years, he was still a damned bastard who only looked for chances to escape. It was natural that even his smile couldn’t be trusted.

Ram, who had moved in front of Giyermo in an instant, grabbed him by the collar.

“Wasn’t it you I placed by her side to make sure nothing happened to that bride?”

“I don’t understand why you’re holding me responsible. As far as I remember, I followed those orders well.”

“Then why is a perfectly healthy girl suddenly bedridden?”

At Giyermo’s feigned ignorance, Ram’s voice became even sharper.

His mind was already complicated enough, and now Giyermo had appeared to grate on his nerves, making it difficult to suppress his rising irritation.

There would be no point in trying to talk to someone who wouldn’t listen—it would only increase his anger.

Ram released Giyermo’s collar as if throwing him away and ran his fingers through his hair with a frustrated expression.

Though he had used the unwelcome visitor as a target for his anger, the one who truly angered him was himself.

If he had to be honest, Giyermo’s criticism wasn’t entirely wrong either.

It was an undeniable fact that he had returned late in the evening, leaving behind a sick Evnia.

“Lord Ram! Where have you been, coming back only now! Evnia is terribly ill right now.”

The moment he heard Hanna’s reproachful scolding, he had gone straight to Evnia’s room without even thinking to ask about the cause—and that was precisely why.

The guilt of not properly caring for the child under his responsibility had made his heart anxious.

Though regret washed over him that he should have gotten a proper explanation from Hanna instead of starting to talk with Giyermo.

Ram pressed Giyermo with an irritated attitude.

“Tell me, what happened outside that made a girl who left smiling suddenly return as a patient?”

Certainly, when he had encountered her that morning, Evnia had looked as healthy as usual.

When she said she wanted to go down to help with village affairs, he was slightly worried, but since the number of companions she had gathered was considerable, he had simply told her to have a safe trip—had that been a mistake?

Well, even if he had sensed danger then, he couldn’t have stopped her from going out.

Though he was older than her great-grandfather, even a nominal wife was still a spouse.

In any case, they were equals institutionally, so it would be ridiculous to hover around like a parent and be overprotective in everything.

He couldn’t just keep the child locked up in the castle out of worry that she might get hurt.

‘No, it would have been easier on my mind if she were just a child.’

The problem was that the child kept trying to act like a woman.

No, of course she was a woman, and even a very attractive woman at that, but love was no longer a variable for Ram.

Regardless of what kind of person Evnia was, Ram could not return the same feelings to her.

He already had many sins against her, and now he would have to add the wound of unrequited love.

It was a grim situation.

Ram already had many memories he felt sorry about regarding her. Including the fact that he had made her like him.

“There was no danger outside. The problem is always close at hand.”

Giyermo said, looking steadily at Ram.

At the remark that precisely targeted him, Ram’s voice became fierce.

“Speak so I can understand what you’re saying.”

“Master, aren’t you thinking of marriage too much like child’s play?”

Ram was about to reflexively get irritated again but stopped. Giyermo’s words sounded somehow meaningful.

Ram narrowed his brow and asked.

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Seeing each other’s faces only in the dining hall when you wake up in the morning, always keeping sufficient distance in conversation, spending the whole day on your respective routines and then returning to your respective rooms to sleep… Do you really think the covenant would be truly satisfied with such a married life? If that could be called marriage, then all the members of this castle would be in polygamous relationships.”

Ram wanted to retort that they had at least tried living together once, but he held back.

It seemed like too desperate an excuse, and using this as evidence would mean maintaining the marriage relationship with Seven.

“If you’re trying to talk about the covenant, forget it. I’ve already confirmed all the problematic parts myself.”

“Really? That’s strange, then why is the bride suddenly ill?”

“…”

“Didn’t I tell you? Nothing outside threatened the bride. She is suffering purely from problems within herself. Pitifully, the sight of her feverishly seeking a heartless husband who won’t even give her a single kiss…”

Ram felt the urge to cover Giyermo’s mouth right then and there.

The reason he didn’t act on that impulse was that it was, after all, an explanation about Evnia’s condition.

Ram retraced Giyermo’s words with a confused feeling.

About the possibility that that damned covenant had truly threatened Evnia’s health.

It was certainly true that Evnia was sick.

Even if Giyermo might lie, Hanna would never lie to him, and besides, trying to deceive him about such a thing made no sense from the start.

What would be the point of playing such tricks with facts that would be exposed the moment he met Evnia?

What Ram wanted to deny was a different part. If she was truly sick because of the covenant, there was only one way to solve it.

Making this married life more marriage-like.

Even if that was something that far exceeded the line he could allow.

“I know more about covenants than you do. The case studies even showed couples who survived for 10 years without kissing once. Physical contact isn’t an essential element that proves a marital relationship.”

“Those humans probably had intercourse at least once before their relationship became like that.”

“…”

“When was the last time you touched the bride? Did you at least hold her wrist when escorting her? Oh, of course that wouldn’t last even a month, let alone 10 years.”

Giyermo answered himself in a deliberately theatrical tone.

At his irreverent words and behavior, Ram’s expression naturally became menacing.

“Watch your words, Giyermo. Even if what you say is true, this isn’t a matter you can comment on. Don’t you dare dishonor that child with your foul mouth.”

“I am merely worried about the bride.”

“As if someone who doesn’t even know what worry means would do such a thing. You’ve been quiet for a while, so you just want to play tricks with humans again.”

“You’re the one who only helps with words but isn’t truly prepared to save her. At least I wouldn’t have hesitated like you. For her sake, I would have gladly offered my lips. Well, it’s also something I’ve always been curious about whenever I watch plays.”

“What?”

“Isn’t that right? The one running away irresponsibly is you, not me.”

Finally, Ram’s patience snapped.

Giyermo’s body, pushed by an invisible wind, crashed hard against the wall.

Giyermo, who had been struggling to come down to the ground, soon realized he couldn’t escape Ram’s power and stopped his useless resistance.

It seemed he had roughly achieved his intended purpose anyway.

Confirming that Ram was glaring at him menacingly, Giyermo barely managed to lift the corners of his mouth and drove in the final nail.

“Well, from your perspective, letting that woman wither away like that wouldn’t be so bad either. She was never a bride you wanted in the first place, wasn’t she? Finally, an opportunity has come to lift the burden from your heart.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the pain he had braced for pierced through Giyermo.

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