Instead of My Beloved Sister, I Married a Monster - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

Giyermo’s expression softened slightly after hearing Evnia’s answer.

Her explanation that she had no wishes seemed to convince him to some degree.

He shifted his gaze from Evnia to look at the flowing stream and said.

“Still, people always develop wishes. It’s always been that way.”

“….”

“If you ever want to make a wish, say this: ‘I beseech the opportunity not yet cast away at this riverbank.'”

“What kind of incantation is that?”

“I just made it up. It fits the situation perfectly, doesn’t it? After that, you just say what you want.”

“Is that how wishes are supposed to work, creating incantations one by one like that?”

“When we’re together, you can just make a wish normally. But when I’m not around, you’ll need to press some kind of activation button for the signal to reach me.”

Since it seems we’ll have to keep running around like this for a while.

Giyermo added in an unpleasant tone.

So now she could make wishes remotely as well?

Evnia felt extremely burdened.

She began to worry that she might really succumb to temptation at some unfortunate moment.

After all, people can’t always be in their right mind.

It would be better to forget that incantation, but the words and structure were too intuitive to easily erase from her mind.

Thinking she should quickly get rid of this anxiety, Evnia hastily set down her laundry.

“Lord Giyermo. I have a wish.”

“What is it.”

“Please do the laundry for me with magic.”

“….”

It had been fine to boldly offer help and come out to the riverbank, but now that she actually had to wash clothes outside in this season, her hands were too cold.

Giyermo looked down at Evnia with an expression that went beyond bewilderment to complete absurdity, then ground his teeth and answered.

“How could I, who must serve my lady, just stand by and watch you suffer? Of course I must help you, as a butler.”

From maid to lady—Evnia became quite dejected at the rapid rise in status achieved in the blink of an eye.

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Instead of immersing himself in the cold riverbank, Giyermo returned to civilization with Evnia.

He was getting tired of living without limbs, and he hadn’t detected any other signs of his master nearby.

However, he soon regretted his choice, as following Evnia around was far more tedious and boring than enjoying sunbaths underwater.

Giyermo complained without restraint.

“Why do you go around looking for such troublesome work?”

“I can’t be inside the manor right now….”

“If you need things to do outside the manor, there are plenty of other options besides this. Like watching plays or sightseeing in the streets.”

“Come to think of it, now that Lord Giyermo is here, those options have opened up too.”

Evnia answered with a smile, but she didn’t actually ask him to take her outside Litberck.

However, perhaps conscious of Giyermo’s complaints, after a moment’s consideration she offered a strange compromise.

“Oh, come to think of it, there was a place I needed to go with Lord Giyermo.”

At this, Giyermo felt an inexplicable sense of unease wash over him.

A place to go together in this village that had only given him wretched memories.

He could only envision a future of more wretched hardships.

Giyermo followed behind Evnia with a wary attitude.

Fortunately, she didn’t give him strange orders like digging the ground with his bare hands or getting buried in it. Though that should be obvious.

She simply led him to a house on the outskirts of the village.

It was a small, dilapidated wooden house where an elderly mother and her grandson lived together.

Only after sitting across from them at the dining table without knowing why did Giyermo realize he was acquainted with them.

The grandson was one of the foolish young men who had been chased by the wild boar, and the elderly mother was….

‘If you can’t even make proper eye contact, why did you let them into the house?’

She was the very old woman who had scolded Silvia and Linda on the day they first visited the manor for their interview.

Unlike Giyermo, whose posture became relaxed again thinking he’d come to a place far from hardship, the other party could hardly lift their bowed heads.

Just as the grandson was about to speak first, sensing the atmosphere.

The old woman grasped her grandson’s hand under the table and said.

“…I heard you saved our grandson…, I really wanted to thank you personally. Thank you so much.”

“I also felt bad about not being able to greet you properly since I fainted back then. Thank you for saving me and my friends.”

The old woman and young man bowed their heads toward Giyermo in turn.

Encouraged by the thought that they’d successfully taken the first step in conversation, the old woman finally raised her eyes to face Giyermo directly.

She pressed her wrinkled hand firmly against her chest and expressed her gratitude once more.

“If this child had died too, I would have followed after him. So by saving this child, you also saved this old woman’s life. I don’t know how to repay this kindness….”

It was an attitude that contrasted sharply with the past when she had called him a monster and fled.

Giyermo stared intently at her eyes, then turned his head to look around the cluttered house.

It was already barren land with many inconveniences for living.

It couldn’t have been easy for an elderly woman to raise a child alone.

Just looking at their impoverished household goods, he could roughly guess what difficulties they had lived through.

Poverty was one of the human flaws that Giyermo understood most clearly. It was very intuitive.

“Don’t you have more to say to me? Besides thanks.”

At Giyermo’s question, the old woman hesitated for a moment.

The grandson looked troubled and Evnia showed a puzzled expression, but since the old woman didn’t answer, the conversation didn’t continue further.

Giyermo and Evnia soon left the house with the warm farewell of the two people.

The old woman saw them off and gave them an armful of apples she said she’d picked from the nearby forest.

As if afraid her sincerity might be misunderstood, she repeatedly thanked Giyermo until the very end.

“Thank you so much. I truly mean it….”

Leaving behind the deeply bowing old woman and young man, Giyermo came out to the roadside alongside Evnia.

Only after they’d gotten quite far from the other party’s house did they hear the sound of the door closing behind them.

Without heading back to the manor, Giyermo and Evnia walked aimlessly down the road for a while.

Giyermo suddenly asked.

“Did you happen to hear about what happened with that woman in the past?”

Evnia quietly shook her head.

“Then why did you take me there?”

“She came and asked me directly. Whether Lord Giyermo wouldn’t come down here again, saying she wanted to thank you personally for saving her grandson.”

“Humans are truly incomprehensible creatures. Is blood relation that important? Because of it, she arbitrarily thought of me as an enemy, then as a benefactor….”

Trailing off like that, Giyermo looked down at the apples in his arms.

Perhaps because this was someone he’d never expected to give him gifts—someone who would have thrown these at him instead—he felt even more bewildered.

Suspicion flickered in Giyermo’s eyes.

“They’re not poisoned, are they?”

“…Did you do something to deserve poison?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What about her?”

“Well, I’ll find out when I eat them.”

“…Is this something you can only know by tasting them directly?”

“Then you listen to my story and judge for yourself.”

Saying that, Giyermo picked up an apple from the basket and took a big bite.

Evnia looked back at him with an ‘oh no’ expression, but she didn’t stop him from eating it.

She seemed to have decided to trust the earnest face of the old woman who had repeatedly apologized to him.

Whether Evnia had already made her judgment or not, Giyermo paid no attention and began his old story.

“The one who made the wish wasn’t that woman, but that woman’s daughter.”

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