One Day My Sister Died - Chapter 29

After seeing the normal half of the monster ex-prince’s face and then looking at Drake, he suddenly started to look like a real horse head.

‘No way. Did I try to seduce a man like that all this time?’

Just last night, she was happy thinking that compared to Louise and Yuan marrying monsters one after another, she might be able to deceive Drake Trelawney, who would bring the territory, into getting engaged…

‘This is unfair.’

How would Yuan Peliesse think of herself standing next to Drake Trelawney?

The ex-prince Clard Yufris, who covered his damaged half face, rather looked even more mysterious because of it!

Like her impression of this mansion, Regina’s evaluation of the ex-prince was changing dramatically between the first and second day.

‘No. That’s not right.’

Regina, who had been endlessly comparing Clard and Drake and despairing, suddenly met Yuan’s anxious eyes and her fighting spirit soared.

She roughly stabbed her fork and gobbled up the food served for breakfast.

‘No matter how beautiful, it’s only half.’

There’s no comparison between a man with no title who can’t even go out without a mask and Drake.

Regina tried hard to think like yesterday, suppressing the bursts of spite that kept rising.

Come to think of it, the ugliest thing was Yuan Peliesse pretending to be okay while sweating profusely! That crow wearing such bright clothes that didn’t suit her.

Even if it was uncomfortable, she had to go together with Drake Trelawney at least to the entrance of the ballroom for her debut.

Rather, a better man who was encouraged by seeing Drake might approach her.

Putting aside the debutante issue for a moment, Regina decided to focus on her parents who were glaring at Yuan as if they wanted to kill her.

It was frustrating that her father absolutely wouldn’t tell her why Yuan was needed or what she had stolen.

She also couldn’t understand her mother, who kept saying things like if only Yuan were here when doing the bookkeeping, there wouldn’t be any headaches, subtly hoping for her return.

Regina’s irritated gaze passed over the ex-prince couple and reached Prince Boloniko beside the emperor.

And.

“!”

Regina froze for a moment when she met those intense blue eyes.

The doll-like First Prince Boloniko smiled at her as if he was very pleased to see her.

That smile was like a ray of light for Regina, who had only been receiving eye greetings from the horse-headed Drake.

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As breakfast ended, roughly 50 horses were snorting at the entrance of the mansion.

This was because the First Prince Boloniko, with his glossy face, had proposed a hunting party.

Those who had wanted to see the rumored black mansion headed towards the entrance after changing into appropriate clothes, and Clard came out at the end of the group.

Wearing a mask like when he first greeted the emperor yesterday, Clard showed his wax doll-like face outside following breakfast, as if there had been no disturbance the night before.

The emperor, mounted on his horse, looked him over and spoke as soon as he got on his horse.

“Seems like you’re enjoying your newlywed life, Clard.”

“……”

“I heard the servants were embarrassed by the sounds they heard all through the dawn.”

“……”

“I guess you’re a man after all. Even with that crow-like appearance.”

As fine cracks appeared on his face that had been like a delicate ice sculpture, the emperor laughed with his mouth split wide.

Those who hadn’t seen Clard’s subtly disheveled face, that is, those who hadn’t heard anything about last night’s desperate situation, praised the emperor as a witty joker and followed him on horseback.

Clard, who had left his body to the horse like a puppet on strings, only then remembered Yuan coming to find him at dawn.

Cornering Yuan against the wall and scolding her.

The warmth of embracing her while apologizing.

‘I embraced that woman in that situation?’

The ruthless ex-prince, Clard Yufris, spent a passionate night with his ninth wife after inviting many guests.

Every time he rode his horse through the cold winter forest, such whispers began to shake Clard mercilessly.

Clard gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by the shame he had experienced all night and the self-loathing that had struck him since morning.

He belatedly recognized his clear head and light body compared to the miserable night he couldn’t remember properly.

It was clear that he had taken Yuan Peliesse’s medicine again and explored her.

After riding for a while like that.

Clard faced his uncle’s cruel smile as he aimed an arrow with a grotesquely twisted tip meant for hunting monsters at him.

The question of why he was aiming such a thing at him didn’t come to mind.

Only last night.

The moment he grabbed his uncle’s shoulder as he tried to explore his wife in front of him, he only recalled the furrowed brow in that instant.

Clard stood still amidst the sound of the vicious arrow cutting through the wind, someone’s voice shouting Your Majesty- Your Majesty-! That’s not the right way!, in that chaotic noise.

It was an arrow he couldn’t dodge, shouldn’t dodge, and didn’t want to dodge.

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“The Emperor is mad!”

The shrill scream of Viscountess Peliesse, Priscilla Peliesse, filled a corner of the black mansion’s garden.

Priscilla was hiding behind Frederick, trembling, as soon as she saw the ex-prince’s miserable state, brought in along with the hunted beasts.

She couldn’t help but scream at the sight of Clard Yufris’s face with his mask removed and his tattered body.

“How could he do such a thing?”

“Be quiet, Priscilla.”

“Darling! You followed all the way there and didn’t stop him? If you went hunting, you should have caught beasts, why, why!”

“You think I didn’t try to stop him?!”

Viscount Peliesse lowered his voice even more as he watched the ex-prince being carried in on a stretcher and the emperor dismounting with not a hint of remorse on his face.

The viscount, who had been glaring at the emperor with bloodshot eyes, bowed his head deeply in case their eyes might meet.

“If you defy him, it’s certain death. If you had seen the face that shot even his nephew with that hideous arrow, you absolutely wouldn’t say such things!”

The viscount, whispering lowly, rubbed his sweaty hands vigorously on his clothes.

The emperor had thrown the hunted beasts, saying to roast and feed them to his nephew for recovery.

And he curtly muttered ‘The party’s off since the mansion owner is injured.’ and ordered preparations to return.

As Yuan appeared behind the butler Gustav, who had rushed out, Viscount Peliesse’s face flushed bright red.

It was an opportunity to meet Yuan by attending the party as family of the ex-prince’s wife.

But to return like this without any gain. It was unacceptable.

“Let’s go quickly too! I can’t stay here any longer, I’m too anxious!”

“We need to meet Yuan before we go!”

“Nonsense! With His Majesty the Emperor here like this……”

Yuan was standing at the mansion entrance with a pale face amidst the people quickly forming the procession.

Emperor Igor approached Yuan confidently and now quite openly embraced her to say goodbye. He even seemed to pretend to nibble on her earlobe for a moment.

Emperor Igor, who had been staring at her face that had turned not just white but blue, chuckled and mounted his horse without lingering when told preparations were complete.

Viscount Peliesse rushed to Yuan, squeezing through the Peliesse family members who had hurriedly boarded their carriage.

“Yuan! This place where you are is so dangerous! Do you understand? You must divorce immediately!”

Yuan stepped back, trying to clear her muddled head.

She saw the doctor Hilega rushing up to the second floor.

She was also worried about the butler’s pale face as he sent her out, saying greeting the emperor came first. Clard must have been injured somewhere.

Her uncle’s face approached right in front of her, trying to say something more to Yuan before the long procession all departed.

“Yuan!”

“This is my home now, what are you saying?”

With her head in a mess, the thought that her uncle was scary flew far away.

After facing Emperor Igor for two days, she keenly felt how petty a villain her once-feared uncle was.

Yuan glared, compulsively rubbing clean the places the emperor had touched.

“Go. This is my home. Don’t tell me what to do.”

Her impatient uncle clenched his face so hard his eyes nearly popped out, then gritted his teeth.

“That’s your delusion. How can this be your home!”

“Go.”

“Your husband. That monster killed your sister!”

Yuan faltered, and the viscount’s momentum rose as he warned.

“You think your sister really died when it was her time?”

“What are you saying now?”

“The seven brides who entered this mansion before your sister. You think they all just ran away? Some died too! Clard Yufris becomes a monster at night and goes mad! What do you think he did to his wives? Your sister had entered this mansion before! Surely! And what happened? She died!”

Viscount Peliesse took another step closer to Yuan.

“Do you understand? The one who killed your sister might be the man you’re calling husband! There might be someone else who killed her, don’t resent the wrong person, Yuan Peliesse! Your family is me! Your aunt and your cousins! No matter how much you hate us, you can’t cut blood ties! That’s unfilial!”

It was shameless talk from someone who served the emperor and his son who had abandoned their nephew to take the throne.

Yuan shook her head, denying the rising anxiety.

Now was not the time to argue with her uncle.

When Yuan ignored him and tried to turn back to go to the second floor, her uncle finally grabbed both her shoulders and shook her.

“The emperor ‘hunted’ your husband. There must have been something he didn’t like. That’s the kind of person the emperor is! If even a little thing bothers him, he’ll somehow humiliate or kill to get rid of it! He never lets anything slide! Is the place you’re trying to go to, turning your back on your family, a happy place? Living by that hunted monster’s side, eating that pain?”

“It’s better than being in pain on behalf of people unrelated to me at Peliesse.”

“You!”

The viscount’s face, which had been red all along, flushed crimson, then quickly drained of all color and turned pale.

“You, you! Did you reveal your ability?”