The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today-Chapter 65

Episode 65

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

I looked at Irene silently with a precarious voice.

“Even if I knew it wasn’t real, this was all I could do.”

“……”

“Be, because I like him.”

“…….”

“I like him, I really like it, so I think this is all I can do….”

I did not take my eyes off Irene, who was shaking like she was about to shed tears.

I couldn’t take it off exactly.

That remark, which she would have confessed in front of me as if she were complaining about her feelings, was completely revealed regardless of what else.

Irene said I wouldn’t know her mind, but that’s not the case. If that’s the case, my heart wouldn’t hurt as someone stepped on it.

This must be the sense I feel when I understand Irene. I understand I agree.

And I was jealous.

Unbelievably, I envied Irene at this moment. Even if it’s a one-sided, hopeless mind that cannot be repaid, I envy that she can reveal her feelings.

I’m so jealous that I can’t stand the fact that I can’t be honest. It feels like that feeling that seems like a lie would flow out like a burst of laughter.

I turned my eyes away. Then I drew the horse close to her.

“……Ride up.”

Irene still hung her head, but she rose to the horse as she was told.

The saddle was ample. I sat Irene in the front and got on the back and kicked in the side of the horse lightly.

I opened my mouth, leaving my body to the sway of the horse that began to walk.

“There’s a saying……”

“……”

“People who do nonsensical things that others cannot understand at first are either crazy or tough.”

“……”

“But, I don’t think Irene is crazy.”

Wherever the horse stepped up, the grass in the forest was crushed and bent, absorbing the sound of horse hooves.

It doesn’t mean that Irene’s choice was absolutely good. However, I didn’t want to criticize her sharply for being wrong. I don’t think that’s necessary for this situation.

‘Does she deserve it? How about me?’

Maybe it’s not that I didn’t do it like Irene, but that I just can’t.

“But don’t do this again. There shouldn’t be one thing that can’t be undone. Not for anyone else, but for Irene.”

Irene was silent. But I confirmed that she raised her head, which had been dropping for a long time.

I thought that was enough, so I kept my mouth shut from then on. It was surprisingly Sir Davery who broke the brief silence.

“I’m curious about one thing, but if I ask you now, does it break the ice?”

“Who do you want to ask?”

“Lady Isaac.”

I looked at Irene. Her round head moved up and down finely.

“Yes, you can ask, sir. Since you’re walking on two legs alone, I’ll give you a special right to ask a question as compensation.”

“I dedicate this honour to my strong legs.”

“What are you curious about?”

“Hmm… the wig that Lady Isaac was wearing.”

‘What’s wrong with the wig?

“The reason why the wig is red, is that what I think it is?”

“Why do you think about it, sir?”

Do you mean there’s a big reason for choosing the colour of the wig?

I think so, but Sir Davery gave me a glance. It was almost at the same time that I wondered what he was looking at and realized that his eyes were none other than on my hair.

I blinked my eyes.

“Huh? Did you copy the colour of my hair colour?”

“Is that correct?”

Sir Davery turned to Irene.

Soon her voice was so small that even the mosquito was defeated and had to retreat.

“……yes.”

“No, why my hair colour?”

“It was a reasonable idea to attract His Excellency attention. At first, the colour was so subtle that I was a little confused.”

“Well, that’s.”

Irene opened her mouth right away as if to refute something and soon glanced back at me. I’ve seen this figure before, Irene, who seems to be reading my mind. I thought of her…..

‘On the market.’

Oh, so this is how she felt when I picked up the wig she dropped and looked at me?

Irene mumbled her words.

“… I definitely have ordered a colourful red like a rose in full bloom, but the wig shop gave it its own colour. Bar, there was no time to change.”

‘What is she excusing for?’

Rather than imitating my hair colour, does it bother her that the imitations were terrible? I felt a strange feeling that was hard to explain and opened my mouth.

“Is my hair as colourful as a rose in full bloom?”

“……”

“Well, thank you. Irene’s black hair is actually glossy and really pretty.”

‘All of a sudden, a compliment on her hair colour.’

It was when the atmosphere somehow went that way. At that moment Sir Davery moved urgently from his position.

“Sir?”

Neighhhhhhh!

The horse cried. I got down like a jump from a horse that had been stopped in great haste and looked at Sir Davery.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m all right.”

No, Sir Davery wasn’t very good.

Blood was bleeding from his right palm, whether it was torn in the process of grabbing an arrow that suddenly flew in.

I felt dizzy at the moment.

“What’s going on? Yikes! Ar, are you hurt?”

“He aimed at the horse.”

Sir Davery stared in the direction in which the arrow had flown.

The shooter with the bow already had fled, and there was no sign of anyone else.

“My God, this is an arrow. It, it must be a mistake, right? From afar, he must be mistaken us for a beast, right?”

“Well, I’m not sure at the moment…… My lady?”

“Princess?”

I stumbled and leaned my back against a nearby tree.

The smell of blood that could not be so strong seemed to turn my stomach completely over. I had a headache.

‘Oh, damn it.’

Is this that one? The trauma?

“Princess, are you all right?”

I had to say yes, but I couldn’t speak well.

I blinked several times at a less clear view. I felt nauseous as if I were suffering from very severe motion sickness.

My head buzzed and I felt dizzy. Arrows, wounds, blood.

‘Ash.’

I missed Ash. I realized that Ash had nothing to do with the situation now. I felt my body come to mind. At the moment the sound around me sounded blurred and distant, like the noise of all the walls between them. A familiar body scent pushed the smell of blood away and tickled the tip of the nose. A sense of security spread throughout the body.

I buried my head in my wide arms and slowly breathed in, forgetting other thoughts for a moment. The air-filled the lungs was wonderfully comfortable and sweet. I closed my eyes as I breathed out again like a sigh.

***

Mag Jaang ran his horse like a madman.

Forested trees and grass quickly cut on both sides of him with the sound of the wind.

‘Shit, I could’ve hit her right.’

Mag Jaang borrowed the name of his cousin’s brother today and took part in a stealthy hunting competition.

Originally, he couldn’t qualify for the game because of his age, so the reason why he ran to the hunting ground was simple.

Irene Isaac, he wanted to flatten the nose of that cheeky bitch who broke him without knowing her place.

‘What the hell, break with me without knowing her place?’

Mag Jaang felt like his stomach was twisted when he remembered the face of his opponent, who had recently notified him of her farewell.

What, telling him sorry and stop seeing each other!?

‘I always told her that she’s cute and I’ve always been good to her.’

He was annoyed. He felt like he’d been ignored. It was obvious that she thought he was a baby because he was still young and had not inherited his title.

‘I’ll fix that thought.’

Because of that, he participated in hunting competitions.

I wanted to show you how great I was by far superior performance to others.

He tried to flatter her and make her regret that she broke up with him.

But the reality wasn’t as smooth as he thought.

Not long after the competition began, Mag Jaang quickly admitted that winning was not his own.

The Crown Prince and The Duke of Widgreen, who had been mentioned as favourites for the championship, were beyond common sense.

When the Duke of Widgreen shot a wild boar, which was as big as a monster, with only one arrow when he ran a horse, he saw it from afar, but his mouth was watering.

‘Is he even a human being?’

The Crown Prince was no different.

Mag Jaang saw each of the two once before leaving the place without hesitating.

‘I can’t compete with them. I should use some strategy.’

But he would never run away.

The only thing he wants to do is to give up his fight against an unbeatable opponent early on and aim for third place in a stable manner.

Marg Jaang drove away for a while until the two couldn’t be seen.

But after that, he felt like he was too far away again. He didn’t see the right hunting animal in his sight.

‘Rabbit.’

No matter how many rabbits he caught, he’ll only become a ridiculous topic.

So he tried to turn his horse around again and move a little more inward.

It was then that the hair colour that seemed familiar to him came into sight.

‘Princess Lydia Widgreen.’

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