The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today

Episode 138

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

And what was even more ridiculous was himself who could not say a word after hearing such words.

Anyway, he was badly broken by the boy.

‘What’s your name?’

The boy asked Davery, who was lying down and breathing helplessly. Davery answered casually.

‘……Davery.’

‘Davery?’

‘…………’

‘That’s a funny name.’

He was upset, but he actually agreed with the boy, so he had nothing to say.

He thought he’d come up with a plausible alias, but he quit.

What good is that? Anyway, Davery didn’t even know his real name when he was born.

His parents died even before he learned how to say a word, and the person who took him and raised him as a baby for five years called him ‘child’.

‘Well, good, it doesn’t matter what your name is.’

‘….….’

‘Davery, don’t you want to be a knight? Come with me.’

Davery lay down and looked up at the boy. From below, the boy was still like an elaborately crafted doll without any mistakes.

‘I have a request.’

‘You’ve suddenly become polite. Tell me.’

‘About 12 years ago, there was a robber who killed a 60-year-old man named Hanson and burned his house in a town called Willem. I’ll go if you can catch him and give him to me a present.’

He thought it would be impossible for a boy to do so, so he said it as the requirement.

It’s been 12 years since the accident anyway. He doesn’t know the description of the criminal.

Davery had no intention of belonging somewhere. He thought that he wasn’t fit to anywhere.

So far, there have been many noble people who have coveted him for his skills, but he has repeatedly refused them without looking back.

However, this time, he was shocked by the boy’s skill. There was also a sense of awe.

That’s why instead of openly refused, as usual, he changed his words to betting on impossible conditions.

The boy nodded when he heard Davery.

‘I’ll get you back in a week.’

‘……..what?’

‘Should I bring you his head? Or should I keep him alive?’

‘Well, uh, I wish he’s alive..’

‘Okay, I’ll keep him alive. If you’re done talking, stand up and follow me.’

What he later learned was that the boy’s name was Ash Widgreen.

Widgreen. One of the three duchesses of the Empire. And, more than that, the most powerful family among them.

The boy, who was Widgreen’s little Duke, had picked up the person Davery asked for within a week.

It was exactly on the fifth day after Davery followed the boy into the mansion.

‘I’ve finished interrogating him but you can interrogate him again. Since I brought him alive very well, his vocal cords also are in good condition.’

‘………’

‘I’ll lend you the basement if you need a place. Follow the butler down.’

The criminal was a man who was only 30 years old. This means that he was just an adult when he killed the old man and set his house on fire 12 years ago.

It was not an important fact. Davery skinned and killed the man who’s begging for his life.

And the next day. The boy called Davery.

‘Now that I’ve kept my promise, you should keep yours.’

‘……….just give me your order.’

‘There’s a formal examination for a knight next week. I put a letter of recommendation in my name, so go ahead.’

‘Okay.’

‘The exam will not be a problem for you, but you will need a name for receiving the oath.’

‘……….’

‘Sack. Let’s go with Sack. After you get your knighthood title, you’re Davery Sack.’

Davery put up with the almost distorted expression at that time. The first flaw was found in a boy who looked perfect.

‘…………your naming skills.’

‘What?’

‘It’s nothing. It’s an honour. I’ll do my best.’

As the boy foresaw, the entrance examination was not much, and so Davery became Davery Sack in no time.

Honestly, until then, Davery had been quite dissatisfied with his name. But he’d never had any complaints so he just let it.

Then for the first time, Davery experienced his name being called in a good way.

It was late spring. Full of flowers in the backyard.

‘Oh, Sir Davery.’

‘..…….’

‘No, what is your full name?’

‘Davery Sack.’

Then should I call you Sir Sack?’

‘Please call me as you please. It doesn’t matter to me.’

‘Really? Then I’ll call you Sir Davery. It suits you better.’

A lady, who appears to be his age, smiled with her vivid red hair under the sun.

Her rich hair fell gently along the curves of her body, and the wrist exposed outside the dress was thin.

Davery controlled his gaze unconsciously. He knew who the lady was.

The sole princess of the Duke of Widgreen. The little duke’s older sister.

As he’d felt before, she certainly didn’t look like the little duke at all.

It does not mean that she is not beautiful. However, there was no real resemblance of being siblings.

Davery said as he watched the princess’ slightly raised eyes bend gently and create a smile.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Well, don’t you know by looking at it? Flower viewing.”

‘I see.’

‘I’m also checking the taste of the tea that came in as a gift. Oh, do you want some, Sir?’

Then the princess pulled back a simple tea-time chair next to her. It was a motion that seemed to ask anyone to sit. Davery was embarrassed.

‘No, it’s all right.’

“Why? Oh, you don’t like tea?’

‘Not that…….’

Davery expressed his true feelings after agonizing over it.

‘You don’t have to be so nice to me.’

This is quite an old-fashioned idea. The princess was kind to him from the time he first came to the mansion.

He thought he undeserved it and was too much and awkward. Sometimes he felt embarrassed. Just like now.

The princess whom Davery saw was a precious person. It’s too much to talk to him, laugh, and dare to offer him a seat at tea time.

‘Aha.’

‘…….’

‘It’s not that you don’t like tea, but you don’t like me.’

‘Huh? No! That’s not what I meant.…….’

‘I’m kidding.’

The princess put down her teacup and chuckled. The laughter was clear. Davery was dumbfounded.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you. But since Sir has been saying that.’

‘Why am I saying…….’

‘Sir, why should I not be nice to you?’

‘Because I’m not a person who deserves it.’

But Davery couldn’t spit out the answer. Because the amber eyes of the princess looking at him were too straight.

‘The reason I’m nice to you is simple. Because Sir Davery is a talented person. Simply put, it’s a talent, you know? Talent is treated well everywhere.’

‘Have you ever seen me use a sword?’

Not that he knew. As expected, the princess shook her head refreshingly.

‘No?’

‘But how do…… I’m a talented person.’

‘’Because Ash brought you in.’

The princess lifted her teacup again. Light steam rose from the teacup as if it hadn’t cooled yet.

She held the teacup in her hands and smiled cleanly.

‘Sir Darbury is obviously a man of talent now that Ash has brought you here.’

The sun rays were strong.

The late spring sun shone brightly behind the princess. It was dazzling like an illusion for a moment. So bright

Davery slowly blinked as if his head had suddenly deteriorated.

He knew. he didn’t even need to think about it.

Now those sparkling eyes are not directed at him. That brilliant trust is not because she saw him. Even though he knew it for sure enough.

That’s absurd. It was unbelievable. Davery couldn’t move at all on the spot for a while like a broken machine.

Until the princess called him in a worried voice.

“Sir Davery.”

A familiar voice was pulled out of the reverie as if it were coming out of the water.

Davery turned his head.

“Lady.”

“What’s on your mind that you can’t hear me? Guess how many times I’ve called you here?”

Her red hair is more coveted than a garden rose. Her transparent amber eyes. Round shoulders, thin body. Whiteface.

Lydia said with a hurt expression.

Davery answered in silence.

“Once. Didn’t you just call me first?”

“This doesn’t work. How do you know?”

No. Lydia kicked her tongue as if she was disappointed. Davery responded silently with a smile.

‘How can I miss your voice?’ – is what he wanted to say but couldn’t be honest with.

Lydia mumbled with her arms crossed to see if she regretted her failure to make fun of him.

“You must have been completely absorbed in something.”

“Did I do that?”

“Of course. Sir, did you know that you didn’t move a step from the spot while I took a long step and found you here? I thought you were some kind of reticular stone.”

Was it? Davery looked back at himself.

Surely he has quite clearly recalled his memories.

And there was one thing he learned from it.

‘……from then on.’

Crazy. It’s been a long time. It is six years in terms of time. How the hell didn’t he realize so far?

Lydia asked while Davery was drowning in his mind.

“And what were you really thinking? You didn’t move because you were so lost in thought, right? Or were you looking at the scenery? But at this point, there’s no particular view to enjoy.”

Davery caught Lydia’s face staring at him with a suspicious look.

Soon his words fell off.

“Lady.”

“Huh?”

“You once said I was your man.”