Masters, Are You Going To Imprison My Sister?

The duke’s assistant poured lukewarm tea in a glass and handed it to Yuria. It meant taking a breath.

“… Thank you.”

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Yuria sips the tea and puts it down. The story isn’t over yet. How did she now escape from the mansion? She started talking about who helped them and what happened after she escaped.

The story about slavery had already ended, but everyone in the office was paying attention to her words. However, each of them listened to each purpose. The assistant was engrossed in a tragic story like watching an opera, and the Duke was seriously listening to every single sentence that came out of Yuria’s mouth, fearing that more work-related content would come out. Her emotions are more blunt than the average person, and she doesn’t feel any emotional sentiment in Yuria’s story. When the narrator’s mouth is completely shut, she just reminisces on the stories she’s heard and checks to see if there are any useful parts.

In comparison, the three young masters were very excited. It was the story of a girl who they have a crush with. And there is no boy who doesn’t feel anger at the story of the girl who suffers a terrible thing and becomes unhappy than anyone else in the world.

Isley contorted his face terribly and broke the handle of the sofa he was holding in. Arthur trembled in anger with his arms crossed, and Osses did nothing and put an expressionless face on his face, but his insides were boiling.

All three felt they could never forgive James Nigor. No, they were already getting revenge in his head several times. The method of revenge may be different for each person, but they will have one thing in common.

Meanwhile, Yuria in the story is leaving the room with a free body. She held her hand as if she would never part with her sister again. Yuria’s heart, which had been worn out, cracked, and rotted by its warmth, was sewn into pieces one by one with sincerity. When she was a child with a smile of relief on her face, Yuria sees Alexander standing by the door.

The tall man with dark brown hair, green eyes and thick eyebrows was clearly the count’s assistant.

Before coming to the villa, while at the Count’s mansion, Yuria occasionally saw Alexander’s appearance. He always seemed busy avoiding Yuria. When his eyes met, he would frown slightly and turn his head, and if he accidentally touched her, he would pull out his body. Yes, he acted like someone who would taint her if he touched her.

“Long time no see.”

Surely Alexander was looking down at Yuria with a calm attitude as if wondering. Facing that gaze, Yuria unknowingly retreated behind her.

‘Did you catch me trying to run away??’

While trembling like that, Layla held Yuria’s hand tightly.

“It’s okay. He is the one who brought me here.”

“……”

“He said he would help us.”

“… Yes.”

The most suspicious and unbelievable man helped Layla and Yuria escape. He prepared a carriage to ride on, and found a way through the high walls.

Layla got into the carriage, followed by Yuria stepping into the carriage.

She looked back as she tried to hide in the secret area in the carriage that Alexander had informed her.

“… Why are you helping me? You are the Count’s assistant. There’s no benefit to you in helping me….”

“I think it would be good to hear from your younger sister. Where will you go if you leave this place? Do you have a place to settle down?”

“Ah…”

Yuria lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes fell gently.

‘I’m in a rush just to escape, so I haven’t decided on anything…  If there is, can I tell that person?’

When Yuria couldn’t answer easily, Layla opened her mouth instead.

“… I’m going to the house of someone I know. The Duchy of Emers….”

Layla, who entered the secret space hidden inside the seat by the driver, mumbled in a voice that seemed to contain the pain of her body forcibly. The young girl, who had looked brisk when she was in the mansion, seemed to feel pain only after getting into the carriage. Her face, which had maintained her serenity, was heavily contorted. Alexander nodded his head in agreement and the door of the carriage closed.

Thus, the sisters were able to escape safely outside the territory.

But escaping was not the end of the hardship. Layla was ill for several days. She couldn’t even come to her senses and only let out her moan.

If I hadn’t bought a potion with the money I received from Alexander, she might not have gotten better. The potions were expensive. There were only low-grade potions that Yuria could buy with little money.

It could restore Layla, but it could not completely heal the scars on her body.

Thanks to that, there were still a few scars left on Layla’s back. Every time Yuria saw it, her heart was broken.

But what was more painful than that was the face of his younger sister with an awkward smile, as if she did not know, whenever she talked about the past. Layla lost most of her memory after waking up. All she remembers are a few memories, about her family, and being captured by Oberon and being bullied by Oberon. Even that was blurry.

‘If I was going to forget it, I wish I had forgotten everything in the mansion….’

The world never turned out the way you wanted it to.

While Yuria continued talking to the people of the Duke’s family, Layla was staring blankly into the air while holding onto a sturdy iron fence.

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I closed my eyes and rested my head against the iron bars. The scarred forehead brought great pain even with a small impact.

“… Yes, I was wrong.”

It was funny that she treated such a strong child like something that would break if touched.

Wasn’t what I had to do to bring Yuria away from the memories of the mansion and help her face and overcome it?

Wasn’t it right to convince Yuria that she was a fragile child, and to discuss things together and get through it instead of alienating her from the work of young masters, the situation we were in, or the job change? That would have been right. But at that time, I only saw Yuria as a crying child by my side. As for her excuse, it was unavoidable for me. Really,  that kid was a lot younger than me. Besides, it was difficult to erase the already hardened image.

In particular, it is said that older people are easily caught up in prejudice. She let out a sad laugh and opened her eyes.

I want to be of help to Yuria who has courage. I want to get my memory back and check if I have the necessary information to Duke. If you remember the contents of the novel, find out what happened in your past life, and perfectly recall the memories of your present life, it will be of great help in your future novel.

In the meantime, I haven’t been focused on finding my memories. Because I felt there was no need to find it. But when I got to this point, I realized that I must find the memories of the past.

Then I noticed that the hand holding the iron fence was trembling. The emotions I was feeling through my body were being revealed as they were.

I was scared. If I find the memories of the past, of course, I will be exposed to the events in the mansion as well. However, it was so funny to see Yuria, who was also an adult, sitting in the yard without doing anything.

I removed my hand from the iron cage and clasped my hands together. Calm down, let’s calm down. Don’t be afraid. What I have to do now is not to be afraid, but to recover my memories. How can I get my memory back? I turned my back. Then a rough, hard wall came into view.

“… You just have to hit the head.”

In fact, every time I got a big blow to my head, my memory came back little by little.  I injured my head when fighting with Lemon, I first realized that this world was a fictional world, and when I hit my head against a wall, some memories from the past came back. If so, shouldn’t there be only one action I have to take from now on? I walked up to the wall. I put my hands on the wall and a cold chill rushed in.

“… Hah….”

I took a deep breath and clenched my teeth. Okay. The pain will be fleeting. I remembered this and put what I thought into action. Bang! A dull sound was heard, and my eyes trembled like crazy. I feel like I’m screaming at the stinging feeling that follows.

Bang!

I swallowed the scream that was about to come out and moved his head once more. Bang, bang bang! Not, yet? Is the memory still a long way away? Her mind went hazy. The sensation on my forehead gradually diminished. Now I could only feel the heat rather than the pain. The more she repeated the same action, the more her misty memories became clearer.

After some time passed, the annoyed voice of the knight standing outside was heard.

“Why is this again?! Damn it…  Are you out of your mind….”

Maybe it was because he heard the Duke order him to treat me well. The indifferent man couldn’t even come into my place, so he even stopped me. I shook off his hand and banged my head once more.

Don’t stop me! A little, a little bit more, I think!

BANG!

At that moment, my eyes suddenly darkened as if I had pressed a light switch.

All of a sudden, I was sitting in the dark with nothing, and memories of the past were flowing like a panorama before my eyes.

The film begins with the story of an ordinary office worker living in Korea.

A 32-year-old woman, Seo Min-Jeong. It was me in my previous life. Although the work was hard, there was a sense of accomplishment in her own way, and she was able to survive each day by reading web novels, which is her hobby. Besides, I had a family who supported me whenever I was having a hard time. Her mother and her father asked for their regards every day, and her younger sibling, who had a large age gap, contacted me first if anything pleasant happened.

I couldn’t say it was a perfect life, but I could assert that I was living a happy life.

Then one day I died.

It was caused by an argument with a boyfriend.

The man who I thought of getting married with, was secretly having an affair with another woman. I went to his house and got angry.

My boyfriend got annoyed with me and pushed me away as I rushed in anger. My body went backwards. Bang, I banged my head in the drawer and died right there. So Min-Jeong’s life came to an end.