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The Villain's Sister - Chapter 25

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“Sergeant Lindbergh. Do you know this person?”

“Ah. She’s a friend. I’ll handle it, you go on.”

“Yes, sir. Take care.”

“Johan, was it? We meet again.”

At Tristan’s greeting, Johan gave a slight nod.

Rather than getting annoyed by the half-hearted response, Tristan turned his attention to me.

“You came to ask me for lunch? But what’s wrong? You don’t look well.”

“Ah. That’s…”

My fingers tensed, nails scraping the leather of my bag.

If I told Tristan, he’d help me even if it wasn’t his department.

He owed me, and he wasn’t the type to ignore someone he knew in trouble.

The problem was I had to give a fake name.

The administrative system wasn’t so sharp that they’d immediately notice, but since it was a stalking case, I couldn’t be sure.

What if they found out I was lying?

What if they discovered my real last name was Moltke, and that Raphael Moltke was my brother?

Raphael was an escaped convict.

And the leader of Death Adder, who had clashed with the Black Pistols multiple times.

Just revealing the last name could unravel every lie.

“I was just passing by and wanted to see your face.”

“There’s an hour left until lunch. Wait at a nearby cafe. I’ll buy you a meal.”

“No, just seeing you is enough. I have something to do. I’ll get going.”

As I turned, Tristan quickly grabbed my arm. “Are you really okay? You look pale.”

“My makeup didn’t go on well today. Are you worried about me? That’s nice.”

Being a cop, Tristan probably knew I was lying.

But since I didn’t seem ready to talk, he backed off at a reasonable point.

“If something’s wrong, tell me. If it’s within my reach, I’ll help.”

“I will.”

Leaving behind Tristan, who kept urging me, I returned to the car.

Once seated in the passenger seat, I saw that my fingernails had gouged the leather of the bag.

Johan looked at me silently.

He neither pitied nor worried about me. He was a thorough observer, a bystander.

“What would you do in my place?”

“I’d handle it myself.”

“I don’t have that kind of strength.”

“A gun in your hand isn’t your only power.”

“So I should use Raphael?”

“……”

“Just because I’ve lived off Raphael’s money doesn’t mean I don’t know the value of a life.”

Thud.

I leaned my head against the window, sunlight stinging my eyes.

I lowered my eyelids and steadied my breathing.

Johan started the engine and the car began to move.

I missed Maria.

If it were her, she’d have gone off, swearing up a storm.

Then she’d hug me tightly and say everything would be okay.

But it was better to stay away from Maria for a while.

If she got hurt because of me, I’d live cursing myself forever.

“Johan.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not happy.”

“……”

He wasn’t someone to have this kind of conversation with, but since Johan would eventually use me and leave, he was perfect to confide in.

“I’m not unhappy, but… I’m not happy either.”

“……”

The clarity of the morning sunlight. The energy lingering in the streets as the city awoke.

I was disconnected from all of that.

I wasn’t studying, didn’t have a job, and wasn’t living a decent, normal life.

Living off dirty money, I trembled in fear, not knowing when I’d have to pay the price. I lived in anxiety, dreading the coming end.

As a child, I thought everything weighing me down would vanish if Andrew disappeared—but that wasn’t it.

Once one problem ended, another stage began, bringing new worries. That was life.

“I’m not unhappy, really. I’m really not. I have a warm house and food. But…”

Closing my trembling eyelids, I shut myself off from the world that tormented me.

A normal life was never meant for me anyway.

I just had to find happiness in this life in my own way.

“…Pay me back for the bed.”

Johan was the only one I could ask. Even if he was an antihero, he was still a hero. He wouldn’t dirty his hands like Raphael.

Yeah. That must be it.

 

***

 

“At first, I thought it would stop after a few days. I was used to men doing nasty things under the pretense of showing interest.”

Creak— creak—

The swing moved with the sound of rusty screws.

Giselle lightly kicked the sand with her shoes as she watched her growing shadow.

“It got worse by the day. He knew what I wore when I played with my friends, and whether the cookies I made alone at home on weekday afternoons were cinnamon or ginger flavored.”

“When did it start?”

“I think it’s been a little over a year. He must have been watching even before that… but the letters started coming about two years ago.”

“You didn’t tell anyone about this?”

“…There was no one to tell.”

The sound of shoes stepping on sand was heard.

Giselle held the rope tightly and moved the swing slowly.

As the hem of her skirt fluttered, her shadow seemed to dance.

She moved deliberately to shake off the helplessness, but the more she moved, the more she realized she couldn’t escape the swamp, and the gloom wouldn’t lift.

“Aren’t you going to ask?”

“Ask what?”

“About my father.”

“It’s a part that doesn’t need confirmation.”

The bloody letter said, ‘You should’ve died from your father’s beating back then.’

Giselle, ashamed that her past had been exposed, swung harder, as if unable to stay still.

Each time she soared high, she stretched her legs out and tilted her head back to look at the sky.

The sun had set and the light faded, but in the half-encroaching darkness, the mingling colors of the evening sky were even more dazzling.

Neither Johan nor Giselle said anything.

Giselle tried to calm her emotions in silence, and Johan chose to remain quiet.

No matter how much of a fallen hero he was, he wasn’t a cold-blooded man who couldn’t empathize with someone else’s pain.

“We moved to this neighborhood six years ago. The year I turned fifteen. My biological father died seven years ago. Has he been watching me since then?”

“If so, he’s a pedophile.”

“Pfft.”

Giselle burst out laughing, then stopped the swing and laughed out loud.

Her white hand first covered her mouth, then both hands covered her entire face.

Her shoulders shook. Laughter spilled out.

Johan thought her shoulders looked very fragile.

Maybe it was because she carried Raphael’s share of guilt too.

Johan knew her type.

If not for the circumstances she was born into, she would’ve blended into society and lived her life diligently.

He tried not to kill people like that.

The citizens he killed were those who cooperated with crime, supported it, or were rotten beyond hope.

‘Unlucky woman.’

An abusive father and a brother who was a crime boss.

A life twisted by misfortune.

“What will you do if you find him?”

“I won’t kill him. I’ll just scare him a little, threaten him a bit… punch him in the gut and maybe jam my high heel into the back of his head. That much?”

Too soft.

If it were him, he’d make sure at least one limb would never work again.

Naturally, he’d destroy that part so thoroughly the guy could never try anything again.

A short sigh escaped. She was pathetic and stubborn.

Really, an infuriating woman in many ways.

 

***

 

After checking the pile of stalking letters Giselle had collected, Johan came to one conclusion.

This wasn’t something that would end with threats.

The man had said things too vile to speak aloud, and the dead animals in the box showed malice in full.

‘He’s vile, but I shouldn’t be the one to step in.’

He watched a waiter heading to work at a restaurant and sank into thought.

There was something Giselle had said that held him back.

He didn’t usually listen to her, but if he upset her and she refused to use him as her bodyguard anymore, that would be a problem.

But if he left it to Giselle, her way was too peaceful.

Against people like this, half-measures were useless.

Without a strong law, it had to be dealt with through blood and fear.

‘Raphael is the answer.’

Listen to Giselle, but create a situation where he could pass everything on to Raphael.

If he fed the information to Raphael, he could gain his trust too.

Johan decided to visit Raphael during the day soon and headed toward the sound of gunfire.

 

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