Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82

Because it was a betrayal by people she had believed to be family, she was able to comply more easily.

If before she had still hoped to return home alive, after learning that fact, she wanted to die without even such lingering attachments.

Though the process of giving up hadn’t flowed entirely by her own will, these weren’t memories she particularly wanted to recall.

There was even less reason to explain those events to this man.

Evnia felt like she was finally beginning to understand why this man had come looking for her in Litberck so late.

He must have been greatly shocked to learn that Evnia had been unfairly used by the Hessen Count’s Family.

He was a man who had run all the way here, fueled by none other than that anger.

She didn’t want to provoke him further with harsh words about the Hessen family.

Evnia answered in a calm voice.

“I was an orphan, they say. If the Count and his wife hadn’t taken me in, I would have died on the streets. In any case, they’re the ones who raised me until now. Even if they demand payment for that, how could I blame them?”

“You were deceived by those people. There was absolutely no need for you to go along with such a terrible plan.”

“Please calm down, Count Klaus. Litberck wasn’t as terrible a place as you think, and in any case, I’m alive and well like this. Is there a problem?”

“Isn’t that too much of a results-oriented way of thinking?”

Defending those who had driven her into danger with their own logic, Evnia was seized by an absurd feeling.

There was one reason she was engaging in such ridiculous behavior.

Evnia bit her lip tightly before releasing it and asked.

“…By any chance, did you meet my sister?”

“…That’s not the case. But when I visited the Hessen Count’s Mansion, I saw the traces myself.”

“Were other people there at the time?”

“It was a personal visit. No one else knows this fact yet, besides me.”

“Then please forget it too.”

“…”

“The fact that my sister is alive… please keep it secret.”

What Evnia wanted wasn’t to return to the hometown that had abandoned her, nor to ruin the Hessen family’s reputation and take revenge on her family.

Because then she would no longer be able to stay here in her sister’s place.

Evnia didn’t want to end everything so suddenly like this.

At least when she was mentally prepared, she wanted to confess the truth directly in a way that wouldn’t disappoint Ram too much.

Not to be helplessly thrown into reality by external forces like this.

“Why go to such lengths?”

Klaus, who had been silent for a while as if at a loss for words, asked for the reason with a frustrated expression.

He continued to elaborate as if he couldn’t understand at all.

“The Count of Hessen and his household are people you have no need to show such loyalty to. You can’t call raising a pig to slaughter it a favor.”

“This isn’t for them. It’s for me. If you’ve met him, you’d know that Lord Agrham is a very kind and good person. I’m truly satisfied with my marriage to him. I simply don’t want to ruin this life.”

“How does revealing the injustice done to you become ruining your life?”

Evnia couldn’t readily answer Klaus’s question.

Suddenly, regret washed over her that she should have kept more distance from him.

Having stood too close to him, there was nowhere to avoid his gaze.

He pressed her again with suspicious eyes.

“Tell me, why are you trying to keep what those people did secret?”

Because the real bride isn’t me, but my sister.

Because when Emilia comes, I’ll have to leave this place.

It was a perfectly clear answer, but one she could never speak aloud.

She didn’t want to carelessly gossip about Ram’s past, and it would be troublesome if the other party saw this as a good opportunity to break up the marriage.

Evnia deliberately used vague expressions to blur her words.

“You know, don’t you, that I’m fake.”

Evnia was a substitute brought by the Countess and Count of Hessen to replace their real daughter.

The term “fake bride” wasn’t an expression that applied only from Ram’s perspective.

Perhaps thinking Evnia was talking about issues of status, Klaus didn’t express doubt at those words either.

He merely clenched his fists like someone thoroughly angry.

He turned his gaze to the air as if retracing past events, then lowered his head and sighed, and finally raised his eyes to look at her again.

“That man, that supposedly kind husband—does he need you to be a daughter of the Hessen family? Is he the kind of man who would abandon his wife for such a trivial reason?”

“…I just don’t want to create unnecessary trouble.”

“You’re not confident in your husband’s heart.”

“It doesn’t matter. Because I love him.”

“…”

“If your concern for me is sincere, please do as I wish.”

Evnia pleaded with a desperate voice.

At this, Klaus’s face briefly turned pale.

He seemed not to have anticipated that she would come to love the husband she was forced to marry. Or perhaps he had hoped she wouldn’t.

After staring at Evnia blankly, he soon staggered back a step from her.

As if becoming aware of the distance between them that he had forgotten while swept up in the joy of reunion.

But he had only created space to avoid committing greater rudeness, not to declare surrender.

After looking out at the scenery beyond the spire for a moment to steady his breathing, he spoke in a more respectful voice.

“I never intended to carelessly expose your circumstances in the first place. That’s why, even though I met your husband first, I deliberately didn’t mention what I saw at the Count’s mansion in front of him.”

“…”

“But if that man is someone who doesn’t necessarily need to be you, the question remains why I should step aside. Because what I want isn’t Hessen, but you.”

These were words she didn’t know how to respond to.

What Evnia had hoped for was that he would leave Litberck in silence, but he seemed intent on only half-granting her wish.

His voice confessing the feelings he harbored for her grew increasingly clear.

“I don’t think you’re fake, and even if you were, I came here knowing that fact. Whether you wish to bear the Hessen name or not, I’ll respect that intention, and whatever choice you make, I’ll support you so you can live the life you want.”

Did he also sense that Evnia would ultimately refuse?

As he fumbled with his lips searching for a way to change her mind, he discovered a wary look in her eyes and clenched his teeth with force.

Fortunately, he knew at least one way to postpone their ending a little longer.

“I’ll stay here for just one week.”

“…”

“If your heart doesn’t change even after that, I’ll return.”

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Agrham Litberg was troubled.

His life had generally been difficult, and after being freed from physical pain, he had lived bearing serious mental anguish, but today the weight of that life felt particularly heavy.

Like his feet wandering the corridor aimlessly, he still hadn’t put a period to the long contemplation that had begun the night before.

It was about a certain intersection he had suddenly discovered.

Perhaps because they were people he had never compared before.

Like how recognizing a certain fact opens up perspectives you hadn’t seen before, once he found one commonality, strangely, similar traits kept catching his eye afterward.

Even now, their way of speaking sounded similar.

“Still, don’t go around naked. Just because you don’t catch colds doesn’t mean you don’t get cold.”

“Don’t bite your lips anymore. It’s a wound that heals quickly… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Why did he have to hear something so similar to what Nina had said in the memory he had looked into just the other dawn?

Before he could feel relief that it was a hand and not lips that had touched, the shock that poured over him left him frozen and stunned.

Whether it was simply his imagination or if the two really had similar aspects, whether it was coincidence or perhaps fate.

If the heavy resonance that had struck his chest then hadn’t been a mistake.

“I… I think I like Lord Ram.”

Could it be that she, who had always been one step ahead of him, had recognized him first this time too?

Ram slowly stepped forward again with the stride he had stopped.

He felt the need to look at the situation more objectively.

Whichever way he concluded, he needed the conviction that he had done his best to think it through.

This was a necessary process not only for himself but also to avoid hurting Evnia.

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