The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today
chapter-84-30041322

Episode 84

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

The man was lying on the ground, spilling blood. Ash walked away without even looking at the man.

Subsequently, the man’s colleagues also sprinkled blood one by one, decorating the ground.

I sat there blankly and stared at it. I was still doing that until Ash came back to me.

I blinked my eyes.

Ash’s expression remained the same.

It was neither cold, nor chilly, nor a glow of contempt or anger, as I imagined.

On the contrary, he was calmer than before as if he had found some stability.

Soon a hand came out.

“Can you stand up?”

It was the same thing I heard earlier.

I shook my head unconsciously. Then Ash held me up.

It was unbelievable. I couldn’t immediately understand what this situation was about.

Ash’s touch was softer and more careful than he usually was.

“Let’s go home.”

Home? Go home?

I raised my head while he held me up.

Home, I…….

Suddenly another anxiety stained my chest. Don’t tell me, he didn’t believe me?

Did he think that it was a lie? No, it can’t be. I wasn’t confident that I could stand it any longer. There was no power left to wait for a set end, feeling miserable about something deceitful, afraid, and unable to have.

I opened my mouth urgently.

“Eh, Ash, I… I’m not your sister.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious. Not a drop of blood mixed up. Not even a half-sister, completely, a complete stranger.”

“I know.”

Ash then added.

“I remembered.”

You remembered?

What, in the world, does that mean?

But I couldn’t ask any more.

This was because my whole body, which had been exhausted for a while, lost its strength as I had declared a strike.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? Take a rest.”

In the midst of dizziness, a whispering warm voice sank in my ear.

I didn’t know. It’s hazy. Anyway, I didn’t want to think about it anymore now.

I ended up closing my eyes in his firm arms, deciding to bring up the questions that hovered around my mouth later.

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Side Story – Ash

Ash Widgreen, surprisingly, had a memory when he was only a few years old.

It was a time when he thought of it now as if he had been submerged. His body was heavy, and his senses were faint.

When he opened his eyes, the only thing that could be discernible was the presence of light, and there was no form or colour.

So he just spent most of the day with his eyes closed.

Then it was one day. he didn’t know exactly how long the time had passed. However, it was around the time when he thought it would be better to keep his eyes closed than to open.

There was a diminishing sense of carefully pressing his cheek.

Only later did he guess it was a finger. A short, chubby child about three or four years old.

The child looked slightly around the baby’s cheek, still unable to move in the cradle, and muttered.

“It’s so soft.”

The child then swallowed a sigh and complained about her hopes.

“I wish my life would be this soft.”

He didn’t understand it at the time, but it was quite childish to think about it later.

Since then, the child often came to visit the newborn baby, Ash.

In general, there was nothing much a child came to do.

“Do you know how bad my fate is? You don’t know. Yeah, I don’t want to know either.”

“You’ll play with the rattle after you grow up a little, right?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t have shaken that rattle like that then….”

Sadness, complaining, or self-talking. The child poured out a lot of words to himself beside the cradle that didn’t match her age.

He could soon find out why the child came here and did it. Because even that was included in her own monologue.

“You know, I actually died a ridiculous death in my previous life and was reincarnated in this world.”

“……”

“But it turns out I’m under adoption. I am not born in this family.”

“……”

“Your father and mother were not my real father and mother. What do you think, isn’t it sad? I don’t know how this could happen as soon as I was born again.”

“….….”

“You and I are total strangers. I mean, we’re not a family. But You’re lucky because you’re mother’s son.”

“…….”

“Your features are already handsome. What happens when you grow up? Look at this anyway. The kids who have it must have more. This world is like this.”

“Well, if you’re not here, where else would I go to talk about this? It’s lonely to look at the wall, and it’s something I can’t hold anyone to say.”

“…..”

“I’m a little better for you to listen. Thank you. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

After that, the child didn’t stop and kept coming steadily.

Sometimes she came and talked about bright things.

“The cheesecake for dessert today was very delicious. I was surprised. The chef has changed. Maybe that’s why. Where did they get such a talented man?”

Then she told some of the gossips.

“The chef was kicked out for having an affair with a maid in charge of food supplies! As soon as he got to the mansion… Oh, my God… he made the cheesecake so well……I was going to make you try it when you grow up, but I’m sorry. Still, the guy who’s having an affair needs to be kicked out.”

A bright voice for one day.

“The new servant draws well. He inherited his talent because his father was an artist. But you know what, I caught him secretly drawing obscene pictures? He was so embarrassed and explained that it was a picture of a man and a woman learning horseback riding. Horseback riding… yeah, yeah… Then the man was a horse…..well, I know everything, but I just pretend to understand him. In the meantime, he did a good job drawing that, too.”

One day……somehow a distant, sullen voice.

“Hi, I can’t get in there today. Because……I caught a cold…. I can’t transfer it to you. I shouldn’t have put ice on the orange juice I drank yesterday. Still, Bessie’s got me honey water, so I’ll get better soon!”

From one point on, baby Ash began to wait for the familiar voice.

Her voice, her breathing, her speaking, her presence.

Ash gradually grew accustomed to child formation.

Ash could tell if the person who came into the room was a child or not by listening to the footsteps.

He was a baby who couldn’t keep his body steady, but suddenly he could. And at the same time, Ash had one little patience. It was his first patient.

He wanted to open his eyes and see the child’s face, but Ash held it in.

His eyesight was not perfect yet. Things began to be outlined and colour-coded, but they were not perfect.

Ash was able to see that because he recognized that his vision was changing as the day went by.

Ash wanted to keep the child’s face intact in his eyes. The colour of the pupil, the hair, the line of the face.

He didn’t want to miss it, at the first moment he saw her face.

So he waited, until his vision no longer changed, until the moment when this ideal form is not apparent even over time.

“So why are you closing your eyes every time I come? Are you sleeping?”

“……..”

“Well, babies sleep more than 20 hours a day, but how can you not wake up once every time I come?”

“……..”

“There’s a rumour going around that golden eyes are so pretty. Show me your golden eyes, too. Are you going to be this cheap?”

How long has it been? It was around the time that grumbling was added to the child’s words.

Ash found out that yesterday’s view and today’s view are no longer different.

Only then did he stop patience and open his eyes.

As usual, the child came to the cradle and chatted beside him.

“So Bessie told the Doctor not to live like that, and the Doctor was so angry that he tried to break the bread on the table, but he got caught by the butler and…….”

The child’s voice suddenly stopped.

And Ash saw the child’s face for the first time at that moment.

To be exact, he captured everything in the child’s appearance, including her face. Voracious red hair, a round nose, a small mouth. Dainty hands, a light green dress with a cute ribbon.

Her amber eyes staring at him with surprise.

“Your eyes……are open.”

The child recited wonderfully.

Then she soon met his eyes and smiled brightly. As if ‘it was nice to meet you’ greetings.

“Hi, Ash.”

Ash remembered everything he saw that day. The child’s face, dress, and expression. The scenery and brightness of the room where the child was turning his back on.

The results of his first patience were sweet, dazzling and intense. That’s how the child entered Ash’s world.

Ash, who was a baby who had to lie in the cradle all day, soon grew up.

In the eyes of others, he looked as if he were standing up, walking, talking and running.

And in the process, Ash learned that it was his sister who invaded his world at a time when he couldn’t even move properly.

In fact, by that time Ash’s memory was naturally blurred, as it’s the usual case.

Although Ash was the child at the time who was more out of character than anyone else, he could still not have the memory when he was just born.

But that doesn’t mean the memory has disappeared. It’s just temporarily covered like a mirror that turned grey because it didn’t wipe off.

“Oh, my dear young duke. Are you looking for the lady?”

“You must really like the princess.”

“My lady stays in the courtyard. I’ll guide you.”

Ash followed her sister for granted before anyone could.

It was an act of instinct, as does a baby bird imprinted on his mother bird.

He liked his sister. It was just so. Young Ash was too old-fashioned at the time and didn’t find a reason.

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