She's Not My Sister You Fool

  “Your Grace!” As Dietrich was entering his room, Lancel came rushing in a hurry.  He clung to Dietrich’s arm like a child with a pale face and gritted his teeth.  “Why have you come only now?! I was so scared I might get caught!” “I had something to do.” “You said you’d stay by my side no matter what!”  At Lancel’s resentful words like he was an abandoned lover, Dietrich frowned and pushed him aside.  He answered as he dusted off his pants where Lancel had touched.  “I think I said if something happens.” “I’m not good at lying so I can’t relax.”  From Lancel’s hair, who was rudely being a menace to Dietrich, black water was dripping as if he had just washed.  That was because all the hair dye that they could urgently buy in this rural town was cheap.  Dietrich took a step back and swept his chin as if Lancel, who was dripping with water, was dirty.  “I understand, so be careful not to get caught.” “You’re not even inspecting their terr...

  It had already been a week since the Grand Duke of Lagrange came to visit the Viscounty.  I hadn’t been able to see him in the mansion since he had either been touring the territory or going hunting until today when I could finally see him for real.  “Is that person really the Grand Duke of Lagrange?” “.......That’s right.” “Really?”  At my question, Dylan slowly nodded his head. I couldn’t believe him and frowned. ‘But Dylan’s more handsome though?’ Dietrich was the strongest villain in the world and at the same time a handsome man enough to rival the main character.  But the ‘Grand Duke of Lagrange’ from the distance could hardly be called handsome.  ‘Did he get a villain buff in the novel?’ The man whom Dylan pointed out to be his master got off the black stallion and brushed his greasy fringe. He was tall and clean, but it felt like he was someone who would mess around.  ‘He looks more like a servant who serves people higher than the nobility whi...

  Dylan, who walked heavily toward me, roughly grabbed Donovan’s wrist holding my bead.   “Ack!” Donovan let go of me as if he felt pain at his wrist being grabbed.  “I-Identify yourself!”  Even while guessing that Dylan was a servant based on his clothes, Donovan seemed confused because his attitude was so imposing.  “Are you His Grace’s….family?”  “No.”  At Dylan’s tepid response, I raised my body which had fallen flat on the floor. I ran between Donovan and Dylan, who was growling like he would hit him right this instant and get into a fight. “Dylan.”   I drew his attention by keeping my mouth slightly open so that Donovan wouldn’t hear me.  “No.”  As I shook my head and protected Donovan, Dylan cocked his head to the side as if he didn’t understand my behavior.  “Move.” ‘What will you do if I move?’  When I saw his eyes earlier, I thought they were red that sparkled like the sunset, but now I saw it was as black a...