Chapter 27: 27

“Cough!”

The bottom of my butt trembled. It was not an earthquake. I was just sitting on Michael’s back.

His ringed hand gnawed at my calf and fell helplessly.

‘I was nervous.’

I secretly let out a sigh of relief. Although the white powder had been fed to Michael a long time ago, the effect appeared too late.

‘Is he even resistant to poison?’

Of course, it wasn’t worth asking. Because Michael was completely obsessed with evil and was staring at me as if he was about to kill me.

It was the creepy look I had seen in my dreams. But why? Those red eyes were no longer scary.

If I had just died and came back to life, I might have been more frightened than I used to be.

But what happened last night didn’t even give me a chance to be afraid of others.

In the dark view, my hand had become like an evil spirit. If anyone who sees it…

“Get away!”

“Really? Okay!”

I jumped up and turned around. A bewildered voice was heard from behind.

“Wait a moment!”

“Why?”

“…How many spoons did you put in? You.”

After all, Michael is smart. It was as if he quickly realized what poison he had taken and what route I had taken.

I secretly mixed the powder that Michael had fed me with the acid crushed sugar and fed it to him as well.

While I was pretending to be an idiot, at the same time, I also gave him a haircut. It was the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.

“Guess it.” 

“Cough!”

As I sat down on Michael’s stomach with a broad smile, his face turned white as if he was about to vomit.

He didn’t seem to have the ability to heal by spitting out what he ate along with the monster pieces. 

Actually, I like not having it, because it was disgusting and hard to get rid of.

“…Are you trying to kill me? Lilietta could never have killed her beloved brother.”

Michael, who was holding his breath, raised his eyebrows in disgust.

I guess he still has the strength to build my fake character. 

It was kind of great at this point.

“Yeah, I can’t kill you.” 

I nodded obediently. 

I’m in a situation where I can only survive as an angelic youngest daughter.

But what do you mean an angel hurts her brother? That’s ridiculous.

It was absurd to turn him into an idiot.

It was always the Bauners who held the sword. 

So I only added one tablespoon. Half a spoon for screwing me up, and half a spoon to relax for the time being. 

According to Michael’s explanation, he will be ill for about three months and die. 

Michael shed a characteristic smirk, apparently noticing that fact.

“Look. After all, you are not from the Bauner family.”

I’m too scared to take chances.

A temper that doesn’t go well with the villain family. I think it was like an extra.

“We can never become a family… cough!” 

I sat down on Michael’s stomach as if riding a horse, and we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Yeah…”

I sighed and spit out the truth I had been hiding.

“Because I’m fake.”

This one word made me feel refreshed. 

“I’m not a good kid like Lily, so I’m thinking of replacing two spoons that I couldn’t feed with something else.”

I slowly rolled up my right sleeve. 

Michael laughed.

“You want to hit me? Do whatever you feel like. Your fists are small and cute, so I don’t think I’ll even get scratched.”

That’s right.

If you want to beat others to loosen up, you have to have a body like Pedro. If I swung my tiny fist of water, only my hand would break.

But what if I use a weapon?

“…Wait a minute, wait a minute. Hey!”

I took Michael’s rings one by one and put them on my fingers, and his face seemed to have gone into shock, as if he would faint at any moment.

I didn’t know how to get the blade out of the ring’s rim like Michael.

So I clenched my fist.

Rings that were evenly placed on my five fingers were held firmly in place.

Instant ring knuckle, complete!

“Calm down. Fire, fire ant.”

Michael breathed in vain, as if he wanted to say so.

He seemed to want to call me by my name, but even my real father called me a fire ant, so he had no way of knowing my real name.

“Brother, how can you fall over in the garden?” 

I gently grabbed Michael’s beautiful blond hair with my unringed hand.

Should I have taken out more? He still has a lot of hair.

“Hey, wait a minute.”

“Your pretty nose is all broken.”

“Wait…!”

“Shut up.”

Bugh! 

Oh my! The blood from his nose was dripping on my sleeve.

***

“Poor Brother Michael. Mistaking it for an acacia flower and eating poisonous herb, even a passing dog wouldn’t do it… He even had a flower on his head when he was found?”

There was no way Michael, whose hobby was poison making, would have suffered such an absurd accident.

However, the duke did not necessarily dig into the whole story.

When Alan heard the news of Michael, he only said a few words.

“Heal him.”

A heartless Alan. If Michael wasn’t just a bastard, I’d be a little sympathetic. 

But I’m not sorry, you bastard.

While Michael was wandering through death, I went to visit him from time to time.

With the utmost sincerity towards my brother, Nike even wiped away tears.

Of course, to be honest, I didn’t even worry about Michael.

When the servants left, I built a tower of cookies on Michael’s forehead and played.

Perhaps because of the poison’s resistance, Michael came to his senses quickly after a week had passed since he collapsed.

In fact, I was about to set a new cookie tower record.

Michael’s anger exploded and the tower collapsed.

I was so sad that my stomach hurt. But I went to visit him the next day as well. 

In order to tease Michael up in earnest.

***

“Michael, I’m here! How are you today?”

When I beckoned at the servants and sat on the bed, Michael stared at me as if he wanted to kill me.

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“Are you having fun?”

“I’m so excited.”

I put the pomegranate brought by the servants out of Michael’s reach and ate it little by little.

Then Michael quickly turned his head as if he was annoyed.

He didn’t seem to feel a single ounce of guilt for trying to turn me into a lily-shaped idiot doll.

“What the hell did you do? Did you find any antidote?”

No way. I couldn’t even tell how complicated the drug names are, what’s poison and what’s antidote.

“I don’t know.”

I looked elsewhere, scratching the red pomegranate seeds with a fork for no reason.

I couldn’t say that I vomited out a piece of an evil spirit.

I buried my vomit in a random pot, and the grass withered the next day.

I’m sorry, innocent herb. But I heard it’s Michael’s favorite. Serves you right!

“Are you innately resistant to the poison? I heard people like that are incredibly rare, damn it… “

Michael also turned his head quickly. 

I was just grateful that he came up with an excuse for me. I asked with a smile.

“You know, are you going to give up now?”

“What?”

“The plan to turn me into an idiot. If you’re going to keep doing it, I’ll bring you sugar cubes every three months.”

“…Give up or whatever, it’s impossible now.” 

Michael turned around. 

It was like that. There were only a few ways in the world to make a person an idiot without killing him.

According to Hugo, it was impossible even with magic.

‘It was said that turning someone into an idiot was possible only with the legendary black magic.’

Even the white magic of the spirit cannot wield forbidden powers such as curses, prophecies, and resurrection.

In other words, if the poison didn’t work on me, there was no fear of becoming an idiot anymore.

“What are you going to do in the future? Fake.”

Michael snapped grumpily under the covers.

“Give up on running away. My father will chase you to the end of hell and kill you.”

Do you think I don’t know that? I shut my mouth and answered inside.

‘So, I didn’t have time to worry about Benny because I was thinking about my identity for a while, trying to figure out the subject and stick to the main character.’

As I relieved stress on Michael, I thought about it in many ways.

About what I am. 

‘At first, I thought I was the same as an evil spirit.’

But no. If the monster is like me, a big error will occur.

‘Hugo said he had never heard of an evil spirit killing its own kind.’

The day I came to the castle, the monsters chased me as I ran away.

I felt nothing but killing instinct in the black monster.

‘Besides, if I’m an evil spirit… What about my father?’

I remembered my father’s face.

It was hard to believe that the drunkard was hiding a secret.

He was a man who would brag about it if he had strong powers. Even if it was the power of an evil spirit.

‘Oh, why does an extra have such a complicated setting…’

I banged my forehead on my desk all week, hoping to get some information, but nothing like the original came to mind.

It was the first time something like this had happened. I felt like I was going to end up with a bad head like this.

Physically, not metaphorically, so this morning, I came to the conclusion to this dilemma.

‘It doesn’t matter now whether I’m an evil spirit or not.’

I may not need to worry about it.

Because Alan is still stronger than me. 

I had seen it myself, how he wiped out a few monsters by himself.

‘Let’s survive. The secret of my birth is the next problem.’

My top priority right now is survival. I couldn’t forget it because of other problems. 

I re-considered my decision. I also chewed on the pomegranate that Michael liked.

It wasn’t my cup of tea, but it was delicious when Michael, who had always been picky, glanced towards me.

“Would you like some?”

I jabbed a small piece of pomegranate with a fork and shook it gently.

The moment Michael slowly stuck his head out and tried to snatch the pomegranate like a cat catching a fish.

I put it on my tongue. 

The taste of mockery was very sweet.

“You’re annoying.”

Michael pulled the blanket over his head to the top of his head.

From this point of view, he was like an innocent little boy.

I couldn’t believe how he could commit such a cruel thing.

“You, get out of here.”

A shrill voice came from inside the blanket.

Wow, what a nerve. Has our position changed? 

“I have no regrets. It was all for the Bauner family.”

“Wha… what do you want me to do…”

“Go away.”

We can’t go on like this. Only then did I get to the point.

“I’m here to tell you something.”

I tapped on the blanket that was wrapped like a pupa and straightened my palm.

“Now give me the necklace.”

“What?” 

Michael poked his eyes out of the blanket.

Was he going to pretend? I folded my arms and demanded decisively.

“My necklace. You stole it. Of course it would be dangerous to carry it, but it’s mine.”

“Are you even treating me like a thief now?”

You’re not in a position to be that unpleasant, are you? Even if it’s not an attempted murder, anyway, you attempted a crime.

“The necklace I was wearing the day I came to the castle. You don’t know?”

“I know.”

“Didn’t you take it? I thought you stole that necklace and did a background check on me.”

“What are you talking about from earlier? A necklace. I saw your dad running away that night. I remembered his face and then dug into it behind your back.” 

I was at a loss for words for a moment.

“Then… you didn’t take the necklace, did you?”

“Why do I have such a cheap necklace?”

“You didn’t help me find the necklace. Why, when I asked you to show me the shortcut again…”

“Was that just because of the necklace? I didn’t show you because you looked ridiculous.”

Michael snorted. He’s honest, too. 

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to reach a glass of water as if his throat had burned.

I narrowly pushed the glass of water out of his reach and was troubled again.

‘Then who took Mom’s necklace?’

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