Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

Fortunately, his manor was in an environment that wasn’t too bad for quietly organizing his thoughts.

The unwelcome guest who had come to visit would probably have left Litberg by now, so there would be nothing to disturb him.

Ram tried to maintain a positive mindset as he entered the dining hall that he had just arrived at.

Then he stopped in place, dumbfounded.

The man he believed would have already returned home was brazenly occupying a seat at the dining table.

“So what’s your relationship with our Evnia?”

Even worse, his friend Seven had seated Klause across from him and was conducting an interrogation like a father-in-law.

And he was acting as Evnia’s father, not Ram’s.

At this absurd situation, Ram felt not betrayal but bewilderment.

Just when the clichéd line “How could you do this to me” was about to rise to his throat,

Evnia stepped forward first to stop Seven.

“I told you, Lord Seven. We have no relationship whatsoever.”

“When will such an opportunity come again? Why are you ruining this old man’s fun?”

“The guest will also feel uncomfortable.”

Evnia, who had spoken so firmly, finally noticed Ram and showed a pleased expression.

Though his feeling of being left out improved a little at Evnia’s acknowledgment, that didn’t mean he understood this situation.

Clearly Evnia had said she would talk things through and send the guest away, so why was that bastard still remaining in Litberg?

Ram, who had just nodded briefly to receive Evnia’s greeting, sat down next to Seven and asked.

“What’s this situation?”

“I invited him to have dinner together. He’s a guest anyway, and it would be ridiculous to set up a separate table just for him. We’ll be seeing him for at least another week, so we should at least exchange names once.”

“What?”

We’ll be seeing him for at least another week.

What kind of nonsensical talk was this now?

When Ram reflexively looked back at Klause, the other party gave a pathetic excuse as if he had been waiting.

“It seems the horse was overworked, so it’s difficult to immediately set off on another long journey. I’ll be imposing for a while.”

“No, there’s no need to struggle with riding a horse. Where’s your home? I’ll make it so you can have dinner there.”

“Not only did you readily permit my stay, but now the master himself is offering to escort me there. I don’t know what to do with such kindness. However, since I’m someone who knows shame, I’ll only impose one favor.”

“Right, hurry up and pack your things so we can leave.”

Klause pretended not to hear and elegantly spread butter on his bread, giving no response.

Ram could feel Evnia, caught in the middle, watching them with an anxious expression.

Seeing how uncomfortable this situation seemed for her, it didn’t appear that she was the one who had authorized Klause’s stay.

Ram immediately turned his suspicious gaze to the side.

“Did you give permission?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why on earth?”

“Well, I guess seeing Giyermo made me realize something…”

Seven rolled his eyes and avoided Ram’s gaze.

So I didn’t just bring in the wrong subordinate, but also made the wrong friend.

It was a moment when deep skepticism about life came flooding in.

Ram, who had been preparing to argue with Seven, ultimately kept his mouth shut after brief consideration.

It wasn’t just them here, and anyway it was a gathering that included Evnia and even the guest who had come to see her.

If he made any more of a scene over matters concerning the guest, it seemed Evnia’s position would become difficult.

Ram looked around the dining table again with a troubled expression.

Only then did he notice the empty seats that he hadn’t perceived due to the guest.

“…More than that, where did all the others go that only three are sitting here? Levi isn’t one to miss meal time.”

“Ah, Count Max said he would take Lord Levi out today and dine separately.”

The answer to his question came from Evnia, who was sitting across from him.

Looking closely, he didn’t like the seating arrangement either.

Whether Seven had sat facing the guest to play his meeting-the-parents game, or that bastard had deliberately gone to sit next to Evnia, either way Klause and Evnia were positioned side by side in the same direction.

Just like spouses or partners invited to dinner together.

Perhaps because he was the bastard who had left Evnia alone knowing she would die, that sight didn’t look good at all.

Ram immediately ruined the heartwarming picture the handsome man and beautiful woman were creating.

“Why should we send family members outside just to treat a guest? Hanna, go call the kids. You stop serving and come sit here too.”

“Yes, Lord Ram!”

Hanna, who had been serving Ram’s portion of food, answered cheerfully as if she had been waiting.

At this, Ram could feel slight confusion spreading across Klause’s face.

Actually, it wasn’t that he had no idea why Count Max had vacated his seat.

Litberg Castle was originally a place where everyone gathered to eat together regardless of social status – harmonious if you put it nicely, or completely lacking in hierarchy if you put it badly.

But they couldn’t show such behavior even when there was a guest present, so the one with some common sense had taken care of traffic control on his own.

Max’s tact was certainly not bad, but Ram didn’t like this situation revolving around the guest.

That bastard was the one who came uninvited, so why were the established stones giving way to the rolling stone?

Fortunately or unfortunately, thanks to his quick instructions, the dining hall soon regained its typical Litberg atmosphere.

“Haha… We already roughly… finished eating though…”

Count Max sat down with an apologetic expression, constantly watching Klause’s reaction,

“What are you talking about, bring out dessert. Caw! Bring out dessert, caw!”

Levi frivolously tapped the table with his feet while demanding dessert,

“Wow, I was really hungry just now.”

Hanna unhesitatingly untied the apron she was wearing and casually draped it over the chair next to her.

Klause, who had been silently horrified at a scene he could never have imagined in his life, soon spoke with a trembling voice.

“Grand Duke of Litberg, what on earth is this…”

He was so flustered that he even reminded Ram of his title directly.

Perhaps because he had been called the Monster of Litberg, or at best the Master of Litberg, for so long,

Ram felt that the title of Grand Duke was no different from the position he had held during his old soldier days.

It was such an old title.

So old that even the homeland that had given him that position had already fallen.

Ram found the noble who trembled at such mere rank and formality somewhat cute.

He was a man who could seat even the king who currently ruled this country below his maid.

Just as Ram was about to tease Klause by saying he could leave if he felt uncomfortable,

Before he could speak, someone else conveyed those words for him.

“In Litberg, we originally all dine together like this. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll have a table moved to your room.”

Evnia’s composed voice quietly echoed through the dining hall.

At her kind but boundary-setting attitude, everyone except Levi and Hanna looked at her with surprise.

It was a cold demeanor that Evnia had never shown before.

“…Not at all. How could I be uncomfortable?”

Though he might have stood up with wounded pride, Klause quietly swallowed his true feelings.

Seeing this, Seven openly voiced the impression he had just felt.

“Looking at the atmosphere, it seems our little duke has already been rejected?”

Now Klause seemed to be gradually realizing that he shouldn’t expect common sense in this place.

Common assumptions, common courtesy, common consideration – all were laws that didn’t apply in Litberg.

Instead of pointing out the rudeness he had just suffered, Klause was only pressing his fingertips firmly against his brow. Perhaps he was simply speechless.

Of course, no one cared about Klause’s feelings.

At most, Count Max was reading the atmosphere, but even he wasn’t in a position to silence Seven.

“Evnia, or did you perhaps have some relationship before? Are your feelings bad now?”

“Why ask such things? They say they never even exchanged words. He just came chasing after her on his own.”

“That’s not correct.”

It was when Seven and Ram were harmoniously cutting down Klause’s dignity.

Klause, who seemed aware that he wasn’t in a position to be welcomed and had maintained silence, finally couldn’t stand it anymore and interrupted to correct the misunderstanding.

At the unexpected answer, even Evnia looked back at Klause with puzzled eyes.

Klause sighed and elaborated.

“We’re not strangers who have never exchanged words.”

“…We have?”

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