Masters, Are You Going To Imprison My Sister?

Chapter 21

Everything is messed up. Everything is ruined. Thats the thought I had when I woke up in the morning.

Good morning Lala.

The maid who woke me up stretched out and opened the window. A chilly autumn breeze blows, and messes with her smooth, bluish-blue hair.

The Dukes birthday party is over I prepared so hard for several days and days, but seeing it finished in just one day, I think its a little futile.

She was Bianca, one of the maids she kept close with. She was five years older than me and three years older than my sister. Bianca was a good person and she didnt ask why I had a fight with my sister last night. If she had asked, I would have been angry. She closed the window again and looked back at me.

Layla, I didnt know you and Yuria would fight.

I didnt know either. that were going to fight I havent fought at all since I was a kid. Because I was too old to fight with my sister (her past and present combined) and my sister was nice.

Me too.

She took the maids clothes out of the closet. Bianca smiled awkwardly and put on the clothes she brought from the room yesterday.

Yesterday we spent the night together. Because she changed her room because she didnt want to be with me. That wasnt enough, so even when I left the room in the morning and met her in the hallway, she didnt say hello or talk to me in the morning.

I pressed my forehead against my flaky forehead and recalled what happened yesterday. Aunt Emily and old doctors  rushed into the infirmary as my sister ran out and screamed.

As soon as I saw Aunt Emily, I threw the pillow away. And for the first time she spit her cursing towards me. Its all your fault, why are you behaving like that?

Who wanted that

Who.

Im sorry, Lala. Im sorry. I thought it was for you and Yuria. But now that I see this situation i knew i was wrong

Its noisy.

Do you hate me for acting for you even though you didnt want it? then Why are you behaving like that? Why cant you understand Yurias feelings?

Aunt Emily asked as she picked up a pillow that had fallen on the floor.

Who ask you? get out. Get out now!

Am I wrong? I may have been wrong. But now I didnt want to apologize to my sister.

We sat apart even at breakfast time. I sat in front of the head maid, who was eating differently than usual, and she asked why I didnt eat breakfast with her, and in order to gain a crush on her, I talked about useless and funny stories I had heard from somewhere.

I heard from Alexander that the Count is still obsessed with my sister and that he will come to this mansion a lot in the future, so I should ask her about the letter of recommendation as soon as possible. Before I could even open my mouth about it, she slyly asked.

Layla, whats going on?

Yes? What?

Why are you fighting with your sister? You two got along very well.

There are also rumors spread quickly among employers. If someone is having a secret relationship, everyone finds out overnight. Heard that someone broke up with his lover and met his lovers friend, and when I heard these kinds of love stories, I joked that it was fun, but it didnt feel so good when I became the topic. I stirred the soup with a spoon. I suddenly lost my appetite.

just It doesnt matter. Sometimes sisters fight for really useless reasons and then make up again.

It is. But its really weird. I thought you wouldnt fight.

I didnt know what to say to that, so I answered with a smile.

I heard you rolled down the stairs yesterday, are you okay?

Yes, of course! There will be no problems at all.

Yeah, Im glad you look okay.

My condition has improved a lot. The cold got better after taking medicine and taking a day off, and my legs were still throbbing, but not to the point that I couldnt walk.

Head maid, if you are not busy, could you spare me some time? I have something to say.

Really? Thats good. I also had a story to tell. Its a little different now, but come to my office after lunch.

Yes.

What I was going to say was obvious. It asks her to write a letter of recommendation so that we can move. Because I couldnt wait any longer. And, what will she say to me? I got up thinking that it would be good news.

I dont know how many people have asked about me and my sister while Im done eating, heading to work, and sweeping the hallways. Why do you keep asking about it? I was so annoyed that I wanted to scream at them. I even glanced at Amy, who said she would like to reconcile with my sister.

Why did Lemon, whom I dont even get along well with, come to me and give me candy!

Anyone who saw it would have thought that I wasnt fighting with my sister, but that I was someone who lost something precious. For example Yes, arms or legs. Or maybe like a lover.

I went up to Isleys room to clean up. There was no nameplate hanging on the doorknob indicating that no one was there.

It meant that Isley was in the room.

Have you not gone to dinner yet? Or did you just skip it? He knocked on his door a couple of times and a mumble was heard from within.

Go

Yes? What do you say, master? You want me to go back?

Come in

I wished he had told me to come and clean it later if possible, but unfortunately he doesnt seem to want to.

As I entered the room, I saw Isley lying on the bed and burying his face in the pillow. His hair was messy and his clothes were still pajamas.

It was my first time seeing him like this. Maybe its because hes a knight, or because hes a person who uses his body, because he always get up early in the morning.

Hi

Yes hello. Young master.

A shriveled voice or a droopy appearance. He doesnt look very good. You looked so excited yesterday, why are you doing that all of a sudden? this Isnt it a bit dangerous to be together? He might cut my neck off because he feel bad.

I think I am disturbing your sleep Shall I just go back ?

Ill just go back please let me go

No!

He jumped as if conscious of my words. Isley rubbed his eyes and shook his head from side to side to clear his mind. As he stretched out and asked the time, I said nine oclock and cleared away the scattered objects on the floor. He leaned against the head of the bed and began to grunt playfully.

Did you see it?

Yes? What?

At a birthday party, my mothers reaction when she saw the gift I had prepared. Ive been asking the saint for a few days at most to get the holy sword that has been blessed with her, but isnt the reaction too boring? Just saying thank you. If I had known that would be the case, I would have just picked up something from the market floor. I suffered so much.

Isley shut his mouth and looked out the window.

Well, the person who suffered is an idiot.

He looked at me again. The melancholy tinge from the back of his head disappeared as if there had never been.

You said you were hurt? I heard from everyone that you were rolling down the stairs and caught a bad cold and were running around Why do you get hurt so often? Do you not enjoy being sick?

His voice was playful, but his eyebrows were furrowed. Hes acting like someone who doesnt like getting hurt, like someone who cares about me.

Worry? Before the memory returned, I thought he might be someone who could care about others, but now I dont know.

In the original story, he was a good noble who used his power to persecute and imprison others. He doesnt have to worry about the insignificant commoner girl. Im not even my sister If so, that would be sarcastic. Its much better to be sarcastic than to worry about me.

Hopefully.

Then try to hurt less, okay?

Yes.

Isley raised one eyebrow in dissatisfaction. He got up and sat down on the side of the bed, snapping his fingers as if he had just remembered.

Thats right. I heard the servants gossiping they said you had a fight with your sister. Im surprised. You were so close and you acted like you were good friends.

Isley laughed. As if the two of us fighting were fun. Strangely, my chest was pounding. I could just skip it like before, but I wanted to scream at him.

Master, what does that have to do with you? Whether I fight or not, why the hell does the master care? After all, the master doesnt really care about me. So please dont mind me.

Why does everyone keep talking about that? Why are you so interested in other peoples business? I dont want to hear it. Please dont remind me. Something came up and screamed.

It wasnt until I saw my face reflected in Isleys eyes that I realized that there is a tears. I raised my hand and slowly wiped my eyes. A warm, clear liquid was poured out.

Its embarrassing.

I dont want to show my weakness to others. Especially for anyone who would harm my sister and me. I quickly turned my head and wiped the tears with my sleeve.

If Im cleaning, I think it would be uncomfortable for the master to be in the room. I will come back later.

Just as I was about to turn around to apologize, Isley grabbed my wrist.

You cry? Why?

I tried to twist my wrist to get it out, but a ruthless grip forcefully grabbed me.

My wrist was tingling.

Im sorry, Master Can you please leave me alone?

Why are you crying? What did I do?

He reached out and grabbed my face. Fluffy red eyes scan my face thoroughly. The moment our eyes met, I almost vomited. Isley had a face that looked like he was going to die because he was worried about me.

Why are you making that face? After all, youre the kind of person who doesnt care about other people. No one else knew, but I knew the original. I was upset by his pretentious attitude.

I tried to shake his hand again, but he wouldnt let it go. Each time that happens, it just binds me with a stronger force.

Isley wiped my eyes and asked again.

Why are you like this? me. Is it me? Or did someone hit you again? That maid named Lemon? Shall I scold her?

I really wanted to ask. Why the hell are you doing this? Why are you acting like a worried person? Why are you pretending to be kind? I couldnt understand him at times, and he doesnt understand me even more today.

Why are you doing this? Whether I cry or not, what does the master have to do with me?

What did I say to the nobles now? Are you sane? What are you going to do about it? I wanted to slap the gaping mouth with my fist.

Im sorry. I think I made a mistake.

Is it because bad things happen one after another? Or is it because my wrist hurts so much? Tears started leaking from my eyes again.

I wanted to hide somewhere. I wanted to run away, and the only comfort is that my eyes clouded so that Isleys face was barely visible.

My wrist hurt so much. Sorry, So can you please let me go?

Isley lifted his hand like a man on fire. He patted my tingling wrist and turned around, saying he was going to go. So he politely said take his leave and left the room right away.

Its that guy who made the mistake, but I have to apologize too.

I left the room, but the tears didnt stop. I lowered my head and covered my face with my two hands. I passed by the employees who greeted me and found a place to hide. Because I didnt want to be seen crying.

Fighting with my sister was such an uproar. I dont want to get peoples attention anymore.

Deep in the garden, in the bushes, I sobbed for a long time.

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