I’m Going to Change My Husband With a Predatory Marriage - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

Even I, unable to directly manipulate mana, could sense the strength and intensity of the reaction.
A whirlwind began to swirl around Aaron, enveloped in a hazy light.
A common phenomenon brought about by sudden fluctuations in mana.
When someone wielding powerful magic, or possessing mana equivalent to it, loses control of their own strength.
For instance, when one has just entered the realm of a Sword Master….
I could be certain.
‘My words actually had an effect.’
I had spoken without any real expectation, yet he truly broke through the realm.
And two or three years faster than before my regression, no less.
It seemed only natural that geniuses operated in ways ordinary people found difficult to comprehend.
In any case, the aftermath of Aaron’s enlightenment was spreading in all directions.
Whoooosh!
Flower petals, leaves from the garden trees, and small branches scattered and swirled in the wind.
“Eek!”
“Mother!”
The noblewomen’s skirts flipped upward, and their hats and bonnets were torn away and sent flying.
“Ah, Aaron?”
The Duchess of Muzen, startled by her son’s sudden state, moved to approach him.
I reached out and stopped her.
“You mustn’t, Duchess.”
“But my son…!”
“I’ve heard that Knights and mages enter a state of self-forgetfulness when reaching a new realm. That appears to be what the Young Duke is experiencing now.”
“What? Then?!”
The Duchess, whose face had grown pale with worry for her son, brightened with color.
I deliberately raised my head and asked Arpard.
“What do you think? Does my explanation seem accurate?”
Across the entire continent, only Arpard and the Emperor have reached the realm of Sword Master.
So only they could speak to what that realm entails.
Of course, the two of them had the advantage of dragon bloodline, but they were Sword Masters nonetheless.
If he affirmed it, the Duchess would find some measure of reassurance.
Arpard regarded Aaron with a displeased expression before reluctantly nodding his head.
“You’re right. It’s best not to touch him or approach him right now.”
“Then could it be… that Aaron has entered the realm of Sword Master?”
The Duchess clasped her hands together and asked in a trembling voice.
As Arpard nodded in affirmation, intense astonishment rippled through those around us.
“My goodness, is it truly so?”
“Then are we witnessing the birth of a Sword Master directly before our eyes?”
Arpard deliberately added unnecessary words to dampen the mood.
“That’s only if he regains consciousness safely.”
I jabbed Arpard in the ribs.
I scolded him in a whisper so the others couldn’t hear.
“Can’t you say something more positive!”
“I’m just stating facts. If he doesn’t recover at this stage, there are cases where he never regains consciousness.”
“Not in front of the Countess!”
I jabbed Arpard’s ribs more forcefully.
But his steel-like muscles didn’t budge at all.
Instead, I jabbed so hard that my own hand hurt. Ouch!
Then Arpard stroked his chin and muttered lowly.
“Could it be… he’s not going to cling to me out of gratitude for the enlightenment I gave him?”
Was he worried about being bothered? I smiled brightly and spoke.
“But wouldn’t that be even better?”
Arpard’s expression suddenly turned dark.
“…What?”
But that darkness was directed at Aaron, not me.
It felt like he was about to say something harsh to Aaron if he misspoke even once.
I decided to just speak honestly.
“If a Sword Master knight pledges loyalty to you, of course that’s a good thing.”
“…Is that what you meant?”
Arpard’s irritated mood seemed to ease a bit.
He soon shook his head.
“But why would that fellow follow me?”
Though it would be useless, I jabbed Arpard’s ribs again.
“No matter how quietly you say it, what’s with calling him ‘that fellow’? Be careful. What if the Countess hears!”
“Let her hear. If she gets angry over this much, she’s not fit to be your maid.”
While Arpard and I were bickering.
The air surrounding Aaron began to stabilize slowly.
The swirling wind calmed, and the light dancing around Aaron’s body disappeared as if it were being absorbed.
And shortly after.
Aaron finally opened his eyes.
The Countess, who had been anxiously watching from the side without daring to interfere for fear something might go wrong, called out to her son.
“Aaron, are you alright?”
Aaron didn’t answer immediately.
He blinked as if he’d just had a long dream, and simply opened and closed his hands repeatedly.
Then he asked his mother.
“Mother, how much time has passed?”
“Hmm? Not much. About twenty to thirty minutes?”
Aaron’s expression became puzzled.
“Hours, no—months, or perhaps years have passed? That’s how it feels…”
Watching my rambling son, the Countess’s expression grew heavy with concern.
“Are you truly all right?”
She seemed to recall what Arpard had said earlier.
That Aaron might not awaken, or that something could go wrong.
Even I, knowing he would safely become a Sword Master, felt a twinge of anxiety as Aaron continued his nonsensical mutterings.
‘It will be fine, won’t it? I didn’t speak carelessly…’
Fortunately, it turned out that neither my nor the Countess’s worries were necessary.
Aaron, who had been staring blankly around him for a moment, broke into a grin when our eyes met.
Then he grasped the broken sword in his hand once more.
The sword whose guard had been shattered by Arpard and whose blade was snapped in the middle—now unusable.
Aaron unhesitatingly gripped the half-sword with both hands.
In the next moment.
Whoooong—!
The blade sang. Simultaneously, a deep blue light burst forth, enveloping the blade with only half remaining.
It was like a blade forged from light itself.
“An aura!”
“He’s a Sword Master!”
“Heavens! Lord Muzen has truly become a Sword Master!”
Intense reactions erupted from all around.
Everyone except Arpard and myself.
I had known beforehand, and Arpard was an superhuman who had already reached that realm from birth.
I gazed at Aaron with a satisfied expression.
Then I heard a soft clicking sound near my ear.
“Tsk.”
What?
When I turned around in confusion, Arpard was looking elsewhere, not at me.
His expression was full of displeasure.
Why is this man suddenly acting like this again… but my thoughts were cut short.
Because not only Arpard, but everyone’s gaze had fixed upon me.
And I soon discovered the reason why.
The Knight Aaron, who had manifested an aura and proven himself to have reached the realm of a Sword Master, was approaching me.
“…Uh, Lord Muzen?”
As I stood bewildered, Arpard exhaled a long sigh that settled upon my shoulders.
Even as he ground his teeth, he whispered into my ear.
“Lift your head and straighten your back. This is an important moment.”
“…Huh? Yes?”
What nonsense is this?
Arpard drew me into an embrace and released me, correcting my posture.
So that I stood straight and confident before Aaron.
“I endure it because I am your husband.”
Before the meaning of those words could fully sink in, Aaron Muzen drove his sword into the ground before me.
The blade, wrapped in aura, cleaved smoothly through the marble floor and embedded itself.
In that same moment, Aaron knelt before me.
“Knight Aaron Muzen. I pledge to dedicate this blade solely to you, Your Highness, for all my days.”
It was a knight’s oath.
I was bewildered.
‘Wait, why is he doing this to me?’
I had assumed Aaron would swear his loyalty to Arpard.
And rightfully so.
‘Even before the regression, Aaron never took a knight’s oath to Evangeline!’
When Ludwig became Crown Prince, he did swear loyalty. But that was as the heir of House Muzen.
Not as a knight, and not as Aaron himself.
A knight’s oath is far more sacred and binding than a loyalty pledge.
It means a knight dedicates his blade to someone for life.
Aaron, who had been one of Evangeline’s followers, had never sworn a knight’s oath to anyone.
This was only natural for the heir of the Ducal House of Muzen.
If a Duke were bound by a knight’s oath, it could compromise the very independence of his House.
That is how profound and weighty a knight’s oath truly is.
Yet Aaron was now offering it to me.
The Duchess of Muzen, realizing the gravity of this moment, stiffened her expression and called out to her son.
“Aaron!”
But Aaron Muzen remained utterly unmoved.
“Your Highness’s words became a light to me. It is only natural that I offer this blade, perfected through that light, to its rightful master.”
“….”
“Please, accept it.”
The hilt of the sword came toward me.

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