Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 136
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Chapter 136
In the wake of Yohannes’s passage.
Parts of Bloodmere Castle lay in grotesque ruin, as though subjected to bombardment.
The Dominion was consumed with the disposal of remaining demons and the restoration of civilian damages.
While Francesca issued orders with feverish urgency.
“Gasp—”
Drawing in a sharp breath, Docheop’s eyes snapped open.
The first sensations to assault him were the thick, coppery reek of blood and the acrid sting of medicinal odors.
“Docheop! Thank the heavens, you’ve awakened!”
Francesca, who had been keeping vigil at his side, rushed forward ashen-faced and wrapped her arms around her son’s shoulders.
Docheop’s body, which had been driven into the castle wall, was swathed entirely in bandages.
The moment consciousness returned to him, Docheop surged upright as though pain were forgotten, his bloodshot eyes darting urgently across the room.
“Where is Hallara?”
Only a single image remained seared in his mind.
Hallara’s face, blood-drenched, blocking his path as she hurled him into the Demon Realm that Yohannes had opened, offering him a faint smile.
That image alone was branded into his consciousness.
“Hallara… we haven’t been able to find where she went. She swore she would never run away, yet somehow she’s vanished entirely.”
Hearing Francesca’s words, he realized this was no illusion.
“I’ve searched even the Prison within the Castle thoroughly, but found nothing.”
Docheop pressed his palm to his forehead.
His shoulders trembled with anguish.
“Docheop! Are you alright?”
“I…”
“Hmm?”
“I… have failed to protect Hallara.”
A groan tore through his clenched teeth. He gripped his face roughly with both hands. His mind felt scorched white-hot.
‘Worthless. Pathetic wretch.’
After regressing and pretending to know everything, he couldn’t even protect a single person—Hallara.
The helplessness made his thoughts feel like a swamp.
He should have protected Hallara, even if it meant dying then.
If he was only going to lose someone precious so powerlessly, what use was regression…
“I will bring her back.”
He bit his lip and forced himself to his feet.
There was no time to lie here.
“Docheop, you mustn’t move recklessly! The Physician you brought hasn’t fully healed you yet.”
Casio had been forced to divide his healing power, unable to pour his full strength into Docheop since he also had to save Duncan, who was on death’s door.
“There is no time.”
As he groped at empty air searching for his sword and tried to force himself upright, Francesca seized her son’s cheeks with trembling hands.
“Docheop, please find your reason. In the state you’re in now, where do you think you can go, and who do you think you can save?”
Tears streamed down Francesca’s cheeks.
“The one who took her is Yohannes.”
“What? What did you just say?”
Her face hardened at the unexpected answer.
Bang!
Before I could even process the situation, the firmly closed hospital room door burst open violently.
“Damn it all.”
It was Helbeorn.
His bloodshot eyes found Docheop and flashed with terrifying fury.
“Yohannes? That bastard took her?”
Docheop didn’t answer differently.
“Why that son of a bitch? What was she to him?”
“I don’t know either.”
There was no way I could know what Hallara was to Yohannes before the possession.
And it didn’t matter what she had been. The Hallara now was not the Hallara of that time.
“So you let her be taken without knowing anything? Not knowing what he might do to her? Were you afraid? Should you have just died there instead?”
Helbeorn strode forward and seized Docheop’s collar like a beast.
“If you’re going to whine like that, why didn’t you just die alone right there?”
“Helbeorn! Watch your tongue!”
Francesca cried out in alarm and tried to stop him. But Helbeorn pulled Docheop closer. His hands, stained with demon blood, twisted his collar. Soon his face contorted.
“Ninth rank?”
As he drew near, he sensed the change in Docheop’s sword energy.
“Pathetic bastard. Incompetent wretch who can’t even protect one woman despite wielding that power.”
Deep contempt and resentment filled Helbeorn’s eyes.
“If it were me, I would never have let her go like that. I wouldn’t have sent her to that madman even if I lost a limb.”
Docheop’s eyes, filled with despair, trembled violently.
“That’s enough. What can I expect from a reckless fool like you?”
Regardless, Helbeorn looked at him as if he were vermin and withdrew his hand.
He had held some hope seeing how Docheop had changed after marrying Hallara.
But that was foolish thinking.
‘Poor girl.’
Helbeorn clenched his fist and pulled a hat from his pocket. The wool hat Hallara had given him.
He pulled it down firmly over his head.
“You just stay here and wallow in regret. I’ll go bring her back.”
Helbeorn turned his back.
Docheop looked down at his own blood-stained hands. Helbeorn was right a hundred times over. Awakening and everything else was meaningless. Here I was, lamenting the loss of my wife right before my eyes.
Docheop lifted his heavy body from the seat.
There was no point in regretting things here.
“Helbeorn.”
At his call, Helbeorn’s footsteps stopped.
“Who do you think you are to decide where I go?”
Docheop rose from the bed and spoke in a low voice. He extended his hand toward Helbeorn, who stood with his brow deeply furrowed.
Gratitude was evident in Docheop’s expression as he gripped the other man’s shoulder firmly.
“There’s something else I need you to do.”
“Are you serious? You’re going to dump another task on me?”
At Helbeorn’s indignant protest, Docheop smiled faintly.
“This will be the last time.”
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After Docheop left.
Helbeorn, who remained behind, ran his fingers roughly through his hair and grumbled.
“Is he insane? What’s he asking me to do at a time like this?”
“Helbeorn.”
Francesca, who had stayed, sighed as she called out to him.
“You’re being too harsh with your brother. You don’t even know what happened, and on top of that, the opponent is Yohannes….”
Could the name Yohannes be true?
Had the angel confined to Paradise truly emerged into the world?
I wanted to believe otherwise, but seeing Docheop, who had awakened to the 9th Star, and even Duke Duncan reduced to pulp suggested it was no lie.
“What am I to do about this?”
“Ugh. Should I just leave?”
At Helbeorn’s blunt remark, Francesca stared silently at the firmly closed door for a moment.
“What would you accomplish by leaving? Docheop is your husband, so he’ll take responsibility and bring her back. You don’t even dislike Hallara.”
“I don’t dislike her!”
Helbeorn bristled with indignation.
“My? How unexpected, Helbeorn. Don’t tell me that hat was made by Hallara?”
“Well, yes.”
“It’s lovely. It suits you well. So that girl has been secretly looking after you too.”
Now that I thought about it, Docheop, Nikolai, Helbeorn, and I all owed a debt to Hallara.
“She even gave me a sword as a gift.”
Embarrassed, Helbeorn pulled the hat down low and showed the sword’s scabbard.
And Francesca, who had long served as the Duchess of House Bloodmere, immediately recognized that blade.
“That’s the Blood Sword that the 6th Duke received as a gift. How are you even using it?”
Though it had been stored in the warehouse because it couldn’t be used, the current Duke surely coveted the Blood Sword.
“That sword can’t be used unless you’ve awakened.”
“I’ve awakened. Would you like to see? My killing sword.”
Helbeorn drew the blade.
The moment it emerged from its long, slender scabbard, the sword erupted in crimson smoke and swelled to several times its original size.
Her eyes widened briefly.
“Hallara gave you this?”
“Yes. When I first opened it, I thought I was going to die right then and there. My body is boiling hot. My muscles are twitching on their own.”
Francesca’s expression grew increasingly rigid as she listened to her son’s words.
“Helbeorn.”
“Yes?”
“That Crown Prince—no, the one called Johannes—he said something like that to me.”
It was because of the last conversation they had shared.
“He said Hallara is of the Brinihanta bloodline.”
“…What?”
“That sword, you know as well as I do—it cannot be awakened unless one is Brinihanta.”
This was information Helbeorn naturally had no way of knowing.
“Insane!”
A rough exclamation burst from Helbeorn’s lips. Francesca assumed her son was shocked and horrified.
“Yes, Helbeorn. Perhaps I am mad. Because knowing what happens when one becomes entangled with Brinihanta, yet I find myself worrying about what kind of life that child Hallara must have lived.”
“No.”
Helbeorn yanked up the wool cap he had been wearing pulled down low, and his lips curved into a grin. His face blazed with pure, undiluted exhilaration—not a trace of fear or horror in sight.
“That’s completely incredible.”
“…Huh?”
“That girl—how does she have nothing to her name yet possess such audacity in front of me? How did she even survive? There’s a bounty of tens of thousands of gold for capturing a Brinihanta survivor. And she managed to evade all of that and live?”
Francesca stared blankly at her son. This was a matter that could turn the entire continent into enemies if mishandled, yet Helbeorn showed no concern whatsoever.
“Perfect. A rare woman indeed. Well then, girl. I’ll save you no matter what it takes!”
Helbeorn spun his blood sword, which exhaled crimson smoke, cackling with delight.
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