The Male Lead’s Fake Sister

e saying at that time.
Well, the background music was a little loud, too.]

Leticia seemed to have thought that the reason box seats are expensive was simply because they were only occupied by high-ranking people.
Or she didn’t actually believe that the box seat was soundproof.
So she came to the conclusion that the cymbals players were overly excited.

But the next part caught his eyes.

[I often perform Hamlet, too.
The chief said the ticketing sales will go up if I take the role of Ophelia.
When I told her that, Miss Ravia recited Ophelia’s lines.
I think it’d be more fitting to say that she sang.]

Ophelia was Hamlet’s lover and was like a harbinger of the tragedy that befell him.

When Hamlet pretended to be crazy and even killed her father in the play, she eventually lost her mind and sang in madness.

[The butler who stole the owner’s daughter is a bad person]

Out of all the lines, was there a reason she needed to sing that line?

Tidwell, who arrived to kill Duke Leontine and devour the family, and Hamlet, who killed Ophelia’s father.

Ravia, who was trying to escape herself, and Ophelia, who drowned while singing in madness.

After all these comparisons, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration that the lines Ravia recited -The butler who stole the owner’s daughter is a bad person- seemed pointed at him.

And maybe this, too, reflected Ravia’s psychology.

‘I’m not sure if my guess is right, but..’

He couldn’t possibly find out about that considering the current state.
Maybe it’d be fine if he wore the Herod mask.

Tidwell’s fingertips touched the last part of Leticia’s letter.

Leticia had written the date of her last Aida performance and mentioned that Ravia was supposed to come that day.

“Leticia’s Aida performance is three days after Marquis Callister’s banquet.”

Of course, theater performances are conducted in teams.

Every session, the characters who acted and the stage to perform were also arranged.

There are currently three stages on which Leticia had to play: Aida, La Traviata, and Luisa Miller.

Among them, Aida had a small number of people because there weren’t many people in the team to begin with.

Perhaps because of that vacancy, Ravia had set Leticia’s next Aida performance as an appointment date.

As a result, there was a two-week gap until the next appointment.
Tidwell also had some business to deal with in the meantime, so he was rather glad that there was quite a bit of time left until the next appointment date.

I should’ve been able to take my time, but…

Why am I feeling uneasy?

Is it caused by Ravia’s unknown intentions? Or is it an anxiety that I feel when things go well?

As the feeling of unpredictable misfortune overwhelmed him, Tidwell inadvertently lowered his gaze.
And the source of his uneasiness suddenly came into view.

The tilt of the drawer that was only seen from a high angle, had disappeared.
It was not difficult to guess the cause for the change.

It was Ravia.

She gained a lot by feeding him a sleeping pill.

“….Hahaha.”

He laughed in vain.
It was the kind of expression that may look deranged.

Ravia took the earring.
There was no other possibility.

Ravia would definitely find out what these earrings he hid meant.

It was also expected that she would find out that he had deceived her.

If she does, the result would be obvious.

The end of this petty brother-sister act.
It would be as tragic as the end of Hamlet.

And whether he should be laughing or crying about that fact…..

While sneering at himself, Tidwell heard a sound coming down the stairs.
Tidwell opened the door and went out.

Ravia, dressed lightly and wearing loose slippers, came down the stairs and looked at Tidwell, pretending not to know.

“It’s late, but aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“…What about you, Sister?”

“My father returned, and we talked for a while.”

What are you up to right now?

The inner voice that asked was calm, but his anger surged.

No, is that really anger?

However, Tidwell had not received much education in his life, so he couldn’t find any other words to explain.

How should I explain this leaping heart and pulse other than anger?

This desire to swallow her quiet eyes and calm voice full of deceit.
The evil desire to break her wrist and lock her in his arms.

‘…Since when has it become this hard to put up with her?’

He could feel his emotion roiling beneath his well-drawn smile.
It was so nauseating.

The end of the family game pushed Tidwell to his limit.

He always knew that he had to face his limit someday, but the limit that he had deliberately avoided was already at his feet.

So he asked,

“Would you like to go to my room?”

Like the bad butler who tried to steal the Lord’s daughter.