Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 78

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Chapter 78

“What?”

At Klause’s question, the Countess and Count of Hessen let out shocked voices.

For an outsider man to step forward saying he would look into their dead daughter’s room.

Anyone could tell it was an excessive request.

Klause also knew this was behavior that could cause misunderstandings.

However, he now had to confirm with his own eyes the traces that she had been alive.

He needed to know what exactly he had let go that made him wake up in despair every morning.

“There’s no memorial tablet or grave, so there’s no choice, is there? To mourn, I need to go to at least a space where I can remember the deceased.”

“B-but, Your Grace. That’s too…”

Count Hessen couldn’t easily bring himself to dissuade Klause.

Klause’s request was inappropriate enough in itself, but that made it all the more impossible to point it out openly. It would be insulting to the other party.

Meanwhile, the Countess, who had been reading the situation, quietly slipped away to the back.

Confirming that she was giving some instructions to the waiting maids, Klause turned his eyes back to the Count and said.

“If you find my intentions suspicious, feel free to refuse.”

“…”

“Of course, that would be an unprecedented insult in my life.”

At the sharp threat, Count Hessen’s face turned pale.

Sidore was a prestigious family that not only colored the western map most extensively but had also been in-laws with the Royal Family multiple times through marriage.

Unless one was insane, who would want to fall out of favor with the man who would inherit such a family?

Nevertheless, the reason Count Hessen couldn’t readily guide Klause to Evnia’s room was because he too had his own compelling circumstances.

It was when Count Hessen remained silent, unable to give any answer.

The Countess, who had returned before them, hurriedly stepped forward to resolve the situation.

“Honey, just give him permission. He came with good intentions. If Your Grace personally prays for her fortune, it will be a great comfort to Evnia who has gone far away.”

“Dear…”

“Your Grace, please come this way. Our daughter’s room is upstairs. My husband and I will guide you personally.”

Klause omitted even a word of thanks and responded to the Countess’s guidance.

Perhaps wanting to lighten the stiff atmosphere, she continued to speak to Klause in a friendly manner throughout their movement.

Several times she even stopped walking to give lengthy explanations about the artworks decorating the walls.

Thanks to this, they took such a long time that one might wonder if they were deliberately taking a detour before finally arriving in front of their destination.

“I’ll look around comfortably by myself.”

“Ah, Your Grace…!”

Having lost patience with the long wait, Klause immediately left the Count and Countess behind and walked into the room.

Whether they had carefully listened to his notification, he didn’t sense any presence following him.

Klause slowly stepped forward while looking around.

Since this was naturally his first time seeing this space, there wasn’t a single familiar corner.

‘Was that child like this?’

He had thought that with her quiet personality, her room would also be decorated simply, but surprisingly her taste was extravagant.

Bright curtains woven with various colored threads, large furniture, and golden decorations placed here and there.

Nowhere could he find the her he remembered, so Klause unconsciously lost his bearings and stopped.

No, perhaps she had originally been this kind of person.

Someone who liked flashy things and cluttered her room with all sorts of objects, someone who resolved her longing for what she couldn’t possess through what she could possess.

Had he been so indifferent to her that he failed to recognize she was a woman with such ordinary feelings?

Perhaps there had been opportunities for him to give her such things at least once, Klause thought.

Instead of entering this empty room and stealing glimpses of her fragments on his own, he could have gotten to know her directly.

Those things might not have been as worthless as he had thought…

He clenched his fists and quickly lowered his gaze.

He couldn’t understand why such useless rambling kept disturbing his state of mind.

He had known from the beginning that she would leave like this.

Pouring his heart into a relationship with a predetermined end was foolish, and hoping it wouldn’t end was even more troublesome.

She was just a woman. There was no need to throw away endlessly many things to obtain something so insignificant.

It was such a trivial emotion that it lost to mere calculations. There was no reason to suffer over it in the first place.

He hadn’t even cried when he heard the news that she had left…

Klause gritted his teeth and approached the window.

He opened the locked window and faced the incoming wind while glaring at distant places, then soon realized someone might see him and quickly turned his eyes back to the interior.

The place his gaze happened to reach was the desk by the window.

It was when he was randomly reading the titles of books that came into view to escape the thoughts that tormented him.

Suddenly he felt a strange sense of incongruity.

Klause shifted his gaze from the etiquette books that Evnia would have already mastered in her girlhood and blankly stared at the stationery placed beside them.

It was puzzling. The desk that had lost its owner was strangely messy.

As if someone had just been here and left.

As if entranced, Klause reached out and picked up the book closest to him.

This too was a low-difficulty history textbook that nobles would only have their young children learn.

It could be that she had kept books from her girlhood studies until now, but their placement was somewhat puzzling.

If she wasn’t going to keep looking at them, why would she store such things on the shelf right in front of her desk?

His heart beat fast with an inexplicable premonition.

Klause hurriedly opened the book.

Since he had no time to choose which part to point to, a page that had been lingered on for a long time naturally opened.

The margins were full of carelessly scribbled notes.

[When I was outside, I didn’t have to do this kind of studying… Ah, so annoying…]

[It’s been proven that study aptitude and social status have no relation whatsoever.

How did Evnia finish all this when she was ten? Is she really a noble??

…Could it be that I’m the one who was picked up from outside?]

This wasn’t handwriting that Evnia had left.

Then who on earth could it be?

Who could have sat at her desk in her room and defiled her book?

Klause continued turning pages looking for clues left by the intruder.

The content was generally similar.

Complaints about difficult studies, fears about adaptation, and Evnia’s name appearing occasionally within them.

And…

[Sometimes I feel wronged.

Mom and Dad say it was all for me, but I feel like she stole all the life I should have lived.]

Klause slowly lowered the hand holding the book.

Then he straightened his body that had unconsciously leaned forward and blankly looked around the room.

Perhaps the premise had been wrong from the beginning.

What he was looking at now might not have been Evnia’s belongings in the first place.

Nevertheless, if there was a reason the Countess and Count of Hessen had guided him here, it would be because this was the space in this manor where her traces remained most deeply. Even though they had replaced all its contents.

He left the room as he was.

When he flung the door open and glared fiercely at the faces of the Countess and Count of Hessen, they looked up at him with bewildered expressions.

Klause had no idea who might claim that Evnia had stolen their life.

However, he knew very clearly whose burden Evnia had been carrying on behalf of all this time.

He asked in a cold voice.

“Where is Emilia Hessen?”

The faces of the Countess and Count of Hessen immediately turned pale.

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