Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 13

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Episode 13

Such was the life of a commoner in this place. It would crumble and collapse in an instant. Perhaps Hallara had clung to a powerful man just to survive.

Why did that mercenary man come to mind at a time like this?

For a moment, I thought it would be nice to have anyone by my side, but I quickly dismissed the thought. Then I quietly slipped out the back door and ran toward the market.

***

Meanwhile, at the peaceful Training Grounds of Bloodmere.

“Young Master! Young Master!”

A soldier came running in haste. To Helbeorn, the youngest son of this family, who was doing pull-ups while breathing roughly with his red hair and sharp eyes.

“Get lost. Can’t you see I’m training?”

Helbeorn, hanging from the tree, kicked his feet to shoo him away. The soldier, who dodged the kicks and got hit once, let out a groan and shouted in an aggrieved voice.

“It’s really big news!”

“Big news? Or else?”

“I don’t know. If you don’t want to hear it, then don’t!”

At those words, Helbeorn quickly came down and lightly grabbed the soldier’s neck, asking.

“Die, really.”

“You smell like sweat!”

“What’s this big news?”

“Young Master Docheop is getting married.”

The soldier confessed immediately.

“What? What marriage? He’s getting married?”

“It doesn’t seem like a formal marriage. Ah, please lower your voice a bit. It’s still a secret. I barely overheard it myself.”

“What do you mean! Is it really true!”

“The other party is a commoner woman. That’s all I know for now. And the Duchess has also given permission, so she’ll be entering the family soon.”

Helbeorn’s face rapidly crumbled.

“Really…? And a commoner too?”

“Yes.”

“A love marriage, you mean?”

“Uh, probably?”

Snap.

It seemed like the sound of Helbeorn’s reason breaking could be heard.

Despite being told it was a secret, Helbeorn threw down his sword and ran toward the manor.

***

Helbeorn Bloodymerry. The third son of the Bloodymerry Ducal House, a renowned swordsmanship family, he was a genius that might appear once in a hundred years even within the family.

Docheop was a 1-star knight.

Helbeorn was 8-star.

Their temperaments were as distinctly different as that gap.

Due to his hasty personality, ignorant brain, and tendency to act with his body first when fixated on something, Helbeorn hadn’t even properly debuted in high society yet.

Though overshadowed by the openly delinquent Docheop, he too was quite the mad dog.

Helbeorn stomped through the corridor with heavy steps.

His red hair, which turned crimson when it caught the light, swayed.

Helbeorn was dumbfounded. Only curses came out.

“Crazy! That damn scoundrel.”

What?

So all that wandering around outside was to do such things?

‘He wasn’t just drinking and collapsing, but getting women pregnant and wandering around?’

Disgust and nausea mixed and rose from the depths.

“Ugh.”

Though it was a family disgrace, he never imagined it would cause such a big incident.

Docheop was the worst of the worst.

“Just let me meet him. I’ll beat up that smug face of his.”

Helbeorn set out to find Docheop with reddened eyes.

But the places that Helbeorn, who wasn’t as smart as Nikolai, could think of were simple.

The manor’s training grounds, or the stables that Docheop often visited.

If not those, he planned to go to that commoner woman’s house.

Helbeorn first flung open the door to Docheop’s room, intending to look for clues about Docheop’s whereabouts.

“Damn it!”

Surprise!

But he didn’t need to search, as he was able to meet Docheop. Absurdly, in his room.

“Room, what brings you to your room for once!”

He bit his tongue.

Damn.

“Shit. Hey, scoundrel!”

Docheop was changing clothes in his room. Whether Helbeorn shouted or not, he didn’t move an inch.

Annoyingly.

“Your ears must be blocked, completely.”

Helbeorn approached Docheop in quick steps and grabbed him by the collar.

He thought he could knock him down instantly, but for some reason, he didn’t fall as usual and held his ground.

“Oh?”

Helbeorn put strength into his hands.

Blood rushed and strength surged through his arms instantly.

Only then did Docheop move slightly.

“Helbeorn, stop it.”

While calling his name, unlike usual.

“Don’t call my name. It’s disgusting.”

“Beorn.”

“Are you crazy?”

Helbeorn, who suddenly got goosebumps, trembled. Because of that, he let go of Docheop’s collar, but Docheop’s changed attitude was more uncomfortable than that.

Sniff sniff.

“You don’t smell like alcohol, are you really crazy?”

“Why. Mother sometimes calls you that.”

“Are you the same as Mom!”

“We are the same family. You’re my one and only younger brother.”

Docheop chuckled.

Helbeorn’s face gradually turned pale.

Though he had hundreds of curses to hurl at Docheop on his way here, his mind went blank at Docheop’s strange behavior.

‘Get it together. First, the marriage, that story!’

His gaze, having barely regained his composure, turned to the clothes Docheop was holding.

Old clothes that only poor low-ranking mercenaries would wear.

‘So he wore such clothes and even disguised himself to meet that woman?’

Moreover, that woman was said to be a renowned beauty in the village.

‘Damn it. This bastard having a love marriage? And with a beauty? He should be stripped naked and kicked out of the family!’

Love marriage.

It was something Helbeorn had long dreamed of.

In his room, the famous romance novel 【Juliet and Romier’s Destiny】 was stuck there, worn to tatters from being read so much. Of course, he had torn off the cover and hidden it carefully in case family members might see it.

Having a romantic relationship with someone he liked, marrying his beloved, and living happily ever after. That was Helbeorn’s long-held dream. But at the same time, it was also a dream that could never be fulfilled.

Such romance must remain only a dream for those born into this family.

But he couldn’t let Docheop steal that opportunity.

‘That bastard. How dare someone like you enjoy that!’

“Are you dying to get kicked out by Father? Have you lost your mind completely?”

Helbeorn scowled and snapped at Docheop.

“How do you only bring shame to the family? And you still want to stay attached to the family?”

“Yes. Family should live together.”

Docheop answered as if it were obvious.

Ha!

“Shameless bastard. You think I’ll just let that slide?”

But despite Helbeorn’s murderous growling, Docheop still gazed at his younger brother as if looking at a cute child.

Then he gripped his shoulder.

“If you’re jealous, just say you’re jealous, Helbeorn. I’ll introduce you to someone anytime you ask.”

Then he suddenly disappeared.

“Damn it!!”

Helbeorn freely spat out curses.

He even dry heaved several times at the attitude of suddenly trying to play the caring older brother.

“Ugh, crazy bastard! Son of a bitch!”

He must have lost his mind.

Or maybe, that woman he’s supposedly meeting?

Since she’s a commoner, she might be trying to seduce a worthless playboy noble for a quick score.

“Right, so mom gave permission… They’re screwed when they come.”

And that anger was directed not at the crazy Docheop, but at the woman he would bring, Hallara.

“I’ll kick them both out completely.”

***

Unaware that Helbeorn’s anger was aimed at her, Hallara wandered the market in the late evening.

She was afraid Francesca might barge in if she went home.

Moreover, thinking about the man who had come to her house made her scared. What kind of life had Hallara lived for men to chase after her even at dawn?

“The original story and fate aren’t something you can simply escape from.”

The term ‘escaping the original story’ didn’t exist for nothing.

“I’d be fine being poor, and I don’t need to wear dresses or anything.”

More than that, she just wanted to eat well and live well alone.

Growl.

Whether it was because she had eaten dinner hastily or because her tension had eased, she was hungry.

I should buy something to eat today!

Making an excuse not to go home, I bought chicken skewers from the market and entered a narrow alley.

The narrow alley where sunlight barely reached was pitch black, but that actually put my mind at ease.

If I stayed here, no one would come looking for me.

I’d have to endure here until Madam Michelle returned.

I was just about to take a big bite of the chicken.

[Should we beat her up?]

What?

Are there thugs somewhere?

I’m still alone in the alley though.

[Now’s our chance… Should we just twist that skinny little wrist?]

Where on earth is someone making such a rough voice?

It was a small alley where only one person could pass through, so if someone were hiding, it would be obvious immediately. But there was nothing except the remains of some broken boxes nearby.

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