I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister

But Benson didn’t really believe that. Although Lawrence had asked for it, Benson was basically a mercenary. The mercenaries were those who risked their lives to work, living a so-called time-limited life. Mercenaries always do things with their lives on the line, so they always assume various things, but the most vigilant thing is the client. It was often the case that the client offered a large amount of money and then wiped his mouth afterward. If you asked for money, you would shout at the nobles and what, and you would be thrown into prison. Still, I couldn’t resist. Because that’s a mercenary. Choosing a good client was entirely up to you. So, one eye to see people was correct. After meeting Lawence, Benson decided he was someone who could benefit from something. As a result, she was able to get her brother back, but on the contrary, Ersia thought it was a mass of contradictions. Although she was Ercia, she didn’t look very fragile, even from the outside. She just looked like a girl her age. Her muscles weren’t lacking, and her nutrition wasn’t lacking. According to him, she was in good health. Rather, Lawrence often looked more fragile than her, whom he sometimes saw. Because she was busy with work, she didn’t eat well, and since she was only hanging in front of her desk, she didn’t move much, so her muscle mass was quite lacking. At least she had a little bit of stamina. She was good at moving. 

 

One of the reasons he heard they said that Lawrence was well. Because she made Ercia look fragile. Lawrence was plain. She was very healthy and not active, and she wasn’t sick here and there either. She was ordinary. She was what she was. But he let Ersia go too far. No wonder she didn’t get around very well. In fact, Ercia showed a lot of her sickly side. She’s so full of real flair. Benson was often passed over. He was startled, no matter how much he thought it was a lie, when suddenly she stumbled like she was going to fall over. Benson could only be weakened by Ercia.

 

Still, he felt that there was something about this incident. Probably not a seizure. He told Lawrence that he hadn’t been told she had those symptoms. She couldn’t suddenly develop a seizure or convulsive illness. Ersia, who was perfectly fine even watching people die, could be scared, but it didn’t traumatize her. So seizures? Benson squinted his eyes and called out to Viscount Ajstain. Rubbing his chin, the Viscount looked up at Benson.

 

“Let’s talk for a minute…”

 

When Viscount Ajstain asked Ersia’s escort, Benson, to move away slightly, he listened to the people around him without saying anything. He wondered if he trusted him too much, but it wasn’t trust in Benson, but trust in Lawrence. She was his chosen one so she did no harm to his brother. That was the conclusion Viscount Ajstain had made. ‘In many ways, I’m very trusted,’ Benson said quietly after looking around.

 

“I will go in.”

 

“Why are you whispering…”

 

Benson spread his fingers to the corner of his mouth and beckoned him to be quiet. Viscount Ajstain looked at him blankly. He looked at him as if to guess what he was thinking, and then nodded his head.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

“…If you allow me, I will break down that door and enter.”

 

“The door?”

 

Viscount Ajstain was taken aback. He wanted to come up with some method, but such an ignorant method? Who in the world would break into a grown-up lady’s room? Viscount Ajstain was about to say no, but Benson opened his mouth before him.

 

“If she really had a seizure or something happened, safety should come first, wouldn’t the eyes of the people around her be a problem?

 

How could he quietly break down the door? Viscount Ajstain looked at him as if he was bewildered by his remarks that crossed common sense. His eyes were sharp. Benson was a bit perplexed. Benson felt that Viscount Ajstain was a beast of prey. It was also a top predator. In front of his granddaughters, he seemed to be watching her granddaughters play in the water like noble egrets with a mild smile, but other than that, she was relentless. There were many times when he showed a cold side that no words could describe. Reasonable judgment and rational judgment were his main weapons. Benson was very weak to this type of person. He was a person who went beyond believing that his beliefs were right, and that his beliefs were really right. For example, Viscount Ajstain’s firm belief that he had to protect his granddaughters was a strong pole that would not be broken no matter what. Benson couldn’t break that. He couldn’t deal with it, and even though he was much bigger and trained, he felt somehow smaller when he was with Viscount Ajstain. He hated it, but respected it.

 

Viscount Ajstain looked at Benson intently as if to gauge his sincerity, then turned his body. He left with the last words.

 

“…I’ll give you 30 minutes.”

 

Left alone, Benson smiled lowly and looked at the back of Viscount Ajstain, then turned his head and glared at the firmly closed door. Now, let’s use the time we received.

 

He knocked on the door again.

 

“Miss Ersia. This is Benson.”

 

…Only silence continued. Feeling grumpy about something again, Benson sighed and grabbed his doorknob.

 

“Open this door. The Viscount is worried.”

 

A slight gurgling sound came from inside. It seemed agitated, but there was no answer, no response. He gave his last strength.

 

“If you don’t open the door, I will break it down.”

 

“…”

 

A small hum was heard from inside. Benson laughed. Let’s do this, right? Was it the confidence that someone would break into Lady’s room? He couldn’t show a riotous look. This must be it. But Benson was a mercenary. He’s an S-class mercenary who didn’t even have a few. He lightly loosened his neck and tightened his hand. The locked door was difficult to open. Especially in the rooms of the young ladies, crime prevention was more certain. But Benson didn’t seem to care, grabbed his doorknob and pushed hard. His muscles bulged and his face slightly contorted. Certainly, since it was a room in a castle, not a regular mansion, the security was strong. But Benson gave more strength. Soon, the cracks went to the doors on both sides, and the part that was in contact with them fell off. At that moment, the door swung open as if it were unlocked. The light outside came rushing in and drove the darkness inside. Ersia, who was standing in the middle, stared blankly at Benson. She had her mouth slightly open. She seemed so surprised that her pupils also widened. Benson laughed bitterly. What, was she thinking he’s a freak?

 

“What are you doing in the dark?”

 

He rolled his eyes and looked at the debris scattered everywhere. He beat it all up, but kicked his tongue. Ersia came to her senses at the sound of his voice and quickly approached. She put her hands on her waist and looked up at him. Her eyes had turned into those of an angry cat. Ersia, who no longer had a sidekick, was the cat itself. She’s a very ferocious cat.

 

“Who told you to open the door?”

 

“The Viscount ordered it.”

 

Her twitching shoulders were visible. Ersia was very weak against her grandfather, Viscount Ajstain. She was just like her sister in that respect. He bit his lip and then he looked behind her and looked at her. Then, with her thinned eyes, she looked back at Benson.

 

“People?”

 

Benson replied bluntly.

 

“They thought you were bitten but for the room to be like this…”

 

Ersia was displeased. According to the news that morning, her sister, Lawrence, had spent the night in the mansion of the Grand Duke of Berdian, they said. She didn’t know if that night was just for sleeping or if she really crossed the river, but she was concerned. She was nervous. If something belonged to Lawrence, Ersia should have it, then she felt relieved. She pushed herself into this darkness and treated herself pitifully, playing her big sister. She didn’t like the look of her, so she got along with her, and now she started staring at her as if she was openly disgusted. She didn’t know what kind of change of heart Lawrence had, but she only approached Ersia in a dumbfounded way. Has she taken her place and now hates her?

 

Beralt was worth it. It was true that a strange current flowed between Lawrence and Beralt. So it came as a blow to Lawrence that she contacted Beralt and helped him with his work. Of course, she didn’t like Beralt’s face, and his personality was petty. His voice was worse, but she had long since lost interest in it because he was no longer useful. Now, all of Ercia’s attention was on Ian, her sister’s man. Compared to Beralt, Ian was very good. He was at the center of power in the Empire, and his personality was pretty good. He showed no false kindness, was pleasant, and above all, his face was handsome. At that level, he would be likeable even if he wasn’t Lawrence’s, so he’s her man? 

 

She was greedy. She wanted to have him. She wanted to make him her own. It had to be her place and it had to be hers. If he felt in love with her twin, Lawrence, who looked just like her, wouldn’t it be natural for him to fall in love with herself as well? Ersia knew how to be loved from her childhood. So it seemed to her that if she put her mind to it, she could take the man away from Lawrence. Then she would have it all, she thought. She made a mistake in her urgency in the last meeting, but she was confident that she would be able to succeed next time. The reason was simple. Play Lawrence because she lost to her. By the way, Lawrence stuck with Ian and had a one-night stand? She couldn’t tolerate it. However, since she couldn’t go right away, she lost her temper. She was able to come to her senses only after she smashed everything.

 

She was anxiously thinking about how to organize the room. If it was as simple as breaking a vase, they might think it was a mistake, but all the vases and pottery in the room were smashed with cotton from the torn items. The carpet was also stained with something. Even when Benson pushed into the messy room, she didn’t block it with all her might. Because she could be shameless anyway. He’s the man Lawrence  attached, so there’s nothing more to look at.

 

“So you’re going to shoulder it? I’m going to tell your grandfather?”

 

A blunt voice came out again. Then Benson shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the door and closed it again. The door closed with a thud, and the pouring darkness filled the room. She looked up at his intimidating body. When she was holding her breath not knowing what to do, he reached out his hand. Ersia tightly closed her eyes. But she didn’t feel much after a while, whether it was a hand that was outstretched to her. Ersia slowly opened her eyes. Benson turned on the light in the room and slowly bent down to put the fragments of the broken vases in a large bag. 

 

As Ersia looked at him in surprise, Benson snapped his chin.

 

“Don’t step on the carpet and stay next to it. There may be pieces of it. And since it’s cold, put a forest over your sleeping tunic. You’ll catch a cold.”

 

He picked up the pieces of the vase without even looking at Ersia. Benson didn’t open his closed mouth and just tidied up the room. Ersia did as he said, put on the forest, stepped aside, and watched him silently. Benson picked up the pieces with great care and swept the powder away. He then collected the spilled cotton and threw away the rest. Benson, who moved quickly for about 10 minutes, left the door without saying a word, carrying trash and pieces of vases. Ersia looked at him with surprised eyes, wondering if he was just going. She wanted to ask where he was going, but her pride prevented her from asking more, so she bit her fingertips. What just happened? Ersia was confused and looked at the door where he disappeared. The closed door seemed a bit cramped. Perhaps knowing that, the door opened again and Benson appeared with two vases in each hand. Ersia’s eyes widened again. Why was that vase…?

 

Before she could even question it, Benson put the vase back in its original position and went out again. Then he came back with a duvet and pillow and made the bed. After a few moves, the room was back to normal. Ersia looked at him with surprised eyes. Benson looked at Ersia as if he was not particularly impressed, then looked around the room and said,

 

“At this rate, no one else will know what happened in this room.”

 

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