Chapter 11
Husband is the Protagonist of the Possession 11
‘Haa…….’
My body melted in the warm temperature.
The memories of the past few days seemed to melt away as well.
The reason he could acquire such a mansion in a penniless state was thanks to the book he had read in his previous life.
Distorted Sun.
As expected, this world was inside the book he had received as a System reward.
He also remembered knowledge that could be sold to informants for a high price.
It was content that completely twisted the original story.
Because it was a deal that would save people who were originally supposed to die.
It still felt unfamiliar, as if he had entered a strange history, but since he had already read about the world in the book, it wasn't too difficult to adapt.
‘Still, is this a relatively peaceful world?’
At least, Gates didn't appear as incessantly as in his original world.
Alexis Myers.
He recalled his new name.
It was a name that felt unfamiliar yet somehow familiar.
Especially when the woman who was his wife called him, it felt strange.
‘Alex.’
‘Alex?’
‘Alex!’
“……”
For some reason, his heart ached, throbbed, and he felt like he had longed for it for a long time.
He didn't know why he felt this way.
But how would the woman react when she learned the truth?
Alex was conflicted about what to do in the center of this situation where her husband's soul had changed.
Even if he suddenly said he wasn't her husband, she wouldn't believe it.
‘But how long do I have to stay with them?’
He was acting as the real Alexis by accident, but he had no intention of staying with the fake family.
He couldn't abandon the name Alexis, but he didn't have the confidence to live with this body's family like a real family.
He had never had a family in his life, and suddenly he was supposed to be family with complete strangers…
‘……Well, I guess I have no choice for the time being?’
Alex let out a shallow breath through his nose and submerged his body further in the water.
Until his life stabilized, he needed to watch over his family, who were only women.
Anyway, because of the rat poison, the fact that he wasn't the real Alexis wouldn't be suspected for the time being.
‘……Now, no one will ignore you anymore.’
‘So, let's not die and start over.’
“……”
For some reason, Luise's voice came to mind.
\ \ \
While Alex was taking a bath and the other family members were choosing their rooms, I prepared dinner.
Fortunately, there was a considerable amount of unopened groceries and staple crops stored in the storage room.
‘I won’t have to worry about meals for at least half a month.’
I quickly boiled potatoes.
I felt like I was secretly sneaking into someone else's house and consuming their food, but this was our house now.
Moreover, there were no missing seasonings in the kitchen.
From exotic spices that had to be imported from foreign countries to powders that I couldn't even identify.
It wasn't a kitchen that I, who only knew sugar, salt, and pepper as seasonings, could handle.
"Wow, it smells so savory."
Suddenly, my sister-in-law's voice was heard. She was entering the kitchen with a duster, which didn't suit her.
Her cheeks were stained with dried tear marks, indicating she had been crying again.
"What? What are you doing, sister? Looks delicious. But I guess you have a conscience. Of course, you should be the one making the meals. Achoo!"
I wondered where she had inhaled dust in this clean house, as my sister-in-law sneezed.
I glanced at her and turned back to the stove.
"I'm just steaming potatoes, nothing much."
"Huh?"
I started putting the steamed potatoes on a plate.
I took out the slightly lighter tableware and even individual plates.
After roughly finishing the meal preparation, I said to my sister-in-law.
"Can you help me carry these to the dining room and call Alex and Mother?"
"What, is this all there is?"
My sister-in-law looked back and forth between me and the table with a dumbfounded expression.
"Where's the soup? Where's the meat? I want to eat Jarret de veau consommé!"
"……."
"We've been eating weird bread all the time."
My sister-in-law looked as pitiful as if she was about to cry again.
Jarret de veau consommé.
In the midst of all this, 'clear veal shank soup'? She probably doesn't know that it takes several days to make, right?
I found it annoying that my sister-in-law was so immature, but I also felt sorry for her. I didn't like this side of myself either.
"Weird bread? They were all edible. Alex said they were delicious."
"Brother is a fool with no taste. He always eats whatever you give him!"
"Still, I'm so glad we have a lot of potatoes. I'll cut and fry them for you tomorrow. We can mash them and make soup too, it'll be delicious."
"……."
This time, the complaints didn't come back immediately. I subtly checked my sister-in-law's condition.
Red and blue.
My sister-in-law's face looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.
'Do you think I'll bat an eye if you do that?'
There's no one to accept your tantrums and spoiled behavior anymore.
There are no maids, no nannies.
I hoped that this middle schooler would quickly adapt to our reality.
"I... I..."
"……."
"I won't eat it!"
"……."
As expected, my sister-in-law left the kitchen, scattering tears.
I knew she would do that.
And she would come back when she got hungry anyway.
With a light sigh, I took off my apron and carried the food to the dining room.
Hot steam rose from the freshly steamed potatoes, and there was even warm water with sweet honey.
Looking at the sweet and simple table setting, I felt strange.
'Anyway, our family can start over.'
I just felt that way.
\ \ \
My mother-in-law chewed the potatoes as if they were raw meat.
"If the ghost living in our house is a benevolent spirit, I wish it would fly to His Majesty the Emperor's bedchamber tonight. Let that good-for-nothing soak the golden bed with his urine."
"……."
My mother-in-law's fierce resentment quickly filled the dining room.
Grand Duchess Odelia Myers Brent.
She devoted herself to maintaining her flawless beauty and size 44 figure. She originally wanted to become an opera singer.
However, as a distant relative of the imperial family, she could not escape her noble birth and become an opera singer.
She tried to run away from home when she was young, but was eventually caught and forced into an arranged marriage, and gave birth to Alex and Eloy.
However, her relationship with her husband had not been good for a long time because of Alex's condition.
I thought that my mother-in-law's fate was not ordinary either, and I cut the potato with a knife.
I dipped it in salt and took a bite, and the salty and savory texture filled my mouth.
Next, I took a sip of honey water, and the sweetness mixed with the saltiness remaining in my mouth doubled.
I had never eaten such pure steamed potatoes in the duke's family, but they were quite simple and delicious.
"Why didn't I know that potato skins were so delicious?"
As I muttered without realizing it, I felt my husband's gaze on me.
My mother-in-law scolded me with a sharp look.
"You're so relaxed, Luise. I'm glad you always seem so comfortable. I can't even tell if I'm chewing rubber or potatoes."
"But Alex said he'll catch a sheep for us tomorrow."
"What? Is that true, Alex?"
The eyes of the two women were focused on Alex.
My mother-in-law pressed her surprised heart as if she had heard something she shouldn't have.
"Goodness, you, who never hunted, are finally catching an animal. You ate well, but you said you felt sorry for killing them yourself, and I was so frustrated."
"……."
"That's good. I'll help you if it's difficult. I saw there were guns in the storage room."
My husband, who was chewing on a potato, cleared his throat as if he was choking.
While I moved the glass of honey water closer to him, he said.
"……It's okay. Sheep aren't that difficult to catch."
"……."
Another wave of emotion flowed in my mother-in-law's eyes as she stared at her husband.
As if she had no regrets now that she had seen that sight before she died.
Suddenly, my mother-in-law's gaze turned ominous.
"If I could, I'd like to feed the Emperor rat poison too."
Suddenly, revenge flared in her eyes.
Well, the family she had devoted her whole life to had collapsed, so how could I dare to fathom her feelings?
"So, if I could just see that bastard die in agony, I wouldn't ask for anything more."
"……."
I became unnecessarily solemn.
I glanced up at my husband, and he was also looking at his mother with a slightly serious expression.
