Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 137
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Chapter 137
Docheop left the Hospital Ward, suppressing the pain radiating from his wounds as he moved forward.
He needed to confirm Duncan and Elise were safe.
And to check on the progress of the gate connecting the lands.
A gate was essential to confront Johannes, and only Elise could manifest one.
‘I heard Duncan still hasn’t regained consciousness, yet I must ask Elise to open a gate…’
Docheop’s lips pressed together as he walked toward the Hospital Ward.
His only family hung between life and death. Asking Elise to wring out her magical power in such a state felt lower than a beast.
Yet it was necessary—for Duncan’s survival.
Unlike before the regression, Johannes had emerged into the world far too early. He would surely annihilate the realm.
Docheop pushed open the heavy Hospital Ward door with grim determination.
“Elise.”
Duncan’s complexion, visible at first glance, didn’t look particularly dire.
Rather, Elise’s face—sitting beside him—appeared far worse.
“Oh. It’s been a while. You came?”
At Docheop’s call, Elise rubbed her bloodshot eyes and turned her head.
Docheop was about to speak heavily when—
“It’s all done.”
Elise cut off his words and rose from her seat.
“All done?”
“Your brother brought a ton of mana stones earlier, so I poured them all into it.”
“Helbeorn?”
“Hallara asked him to.”
Even while helping Eva, Hallara had done what she could.
Docheop’s eyes twisted with deeper anguish at this.
“I built it in that abandoned Tower where no one goes.”
Elise gestured with her chin toward the direction of the desolate Tower.
“East, West, South, North. The dominions of the Hero Families scattered across four empires, and the old grounds of Brinihanta before it was annihilated. A massive multi-coordinate gate connecting those five points. I linked them all together…”
Elise swallowed dryly, her fingers gathering as if marking points in empty space.
“And naturally, the coordinate at the center pointed to somewhere within Paradise itself.”
One central point marked by the territories of five families spanning the continent.
“Honestly, I didn’t know what you were trying to do. I wasn’t even that interested at first. But it was fun. I’d always hidden away playing with cute mana stones, yet I monopolized Freya’s legendary mana stones. And I could use difficult incantations freely.”
Elise clenched her teeth and glanced at her father on the bed.
“But now that I think about it, I’m convinced you two drew me in out of necessity.”
Her eyes widened.
“Your enemy is Johannes, right?”
“Yes.”
“Right. Ever since the Holy Church appeared and your brother disappeared, something felt off.”
Elise’s fists trembled as they flushed crimson, and finally, tears streamed down her face.
“I opened the Gate you so desperately wanted. So now it’s your turn to grant my wish, Docheop.”
Docheop, witnessing Elise’s tears for the first time, held his breath.
“That monster who destroyed our father like that—tear it to shreds with your own hands so thoroughly that not even bones remain. And bring back our beautiful Hallara.”
Docheop gazed at Elise in silence.
“You told me to abandon the Family. Yes. I wanted to abandon it. But I just couldn’t.”
At those words, fragments of memories from before the regression suddenly flickered through his mind.
After the Bloodmere Family was annihilated. It was months after he had begun his adventure.
Back then, Docheop was consumed by a single purpose—to grow stronger and take his revenge.
So he had spoken to Elise, who was forced into a political marriage, without the slightest hesitation.
“Your only path to survival is to abandon the Family and your relatives. Elise. Choose whether you’ll remain a puppet of the Family for life, or completely sever your family ties and unleash your talents. I’ll help you.”
Back then, he had truly believed those words were for Elise’s sake.
And he had never regretted that choice.
But there was something he had overlooked.
‘Even I, who possess not a single warm memory, felt this bone-deep anguish at losing family. How could Elise have been any different?’
For her too, the bonds of blood were heavy and precious.
Docheop slowly stepped forward until he stood directly before Elise. His large, blood-stained hand reached out, firmly enveloping her trembling shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Elise.”
Docheop’s voice was deeply weighted.
“What are you saying all of a sudden, you reckless fool!”
“And congratulations.”
Docheop placed his other hand upon Elise’s head.
“On reconciling with your parents.”
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A shadow fell across the Underground Prison beneath the Western Empire’s palace.
“Your appearance is quite pitiful.”
It was Nikolai’s voice.
The man he addressed was Maximus, the Emperor—though days of captivity had left him darkened with stubble, all imperial dignity stripped away.
He lifted his head slowly to regard his visitor.
The moment he recognized the Viscount of Bloodmere, a bitter laugh escaped his lips.
“Have you come to mock me?”
The war between the Northern Empire and Bloodmere had not yet fully concluded.
Though in truth, it was defeat in all but name.
“The trial will be held in the Western Empire. That was the decision reached at the international conference.”
Nikolai delivered the news of the transfer dispassionately, then posed his question.
“Before that, I have one question. Your single word has thrown the emperors into chaos. I hear Johannes has revealed his true identity.”
“Yes. That wretched boy. He should be doing anything but idling about now.”
“So there is a connection to the Holy Church. Then what was your relationship with Morgan, who is being held there?”
At Nikolai’s pressing inquiry, Maximus merely shrugged his shoulders.
“Heh. Heheheh.”
A hollow, deflated laugh wheezed through his split lips.
“You’re curious about my connection to such a trivial pawn?”
Maximus gripped the iron bars and slowly hauled himself upright, his darkened, stubbled face drawing near through the grating.
“Let me tell you something far more interesting—or rather, far more terrible.”
His murky eyes curved downward with a sorrowful expression.
“Do you wish to humiliate Bloodmere further?”
“Not at all. I’ve told the Western Emperor as much—I simply wish to go to my son’s embrace soon. But before I die, there is something I must convey.”
“What is it?”
Maximus pressed his forehead against the iron bars and exhaled a sigh heavy with profound regret.
“I lost my true son to that terrible monster, Johannes, and spent my entire life as a puppet. Manipulated by that angel who is no different from a demon, I could not even acknowledge defeat—and I drove my empire, my army, and your Bloodmere into ruin.”
Deep resignation and remorse clouded Maximus’s eyes.
“It is late, but I apologize. We were utterly defeated. And while not atonement, I wish to reveal one truth to you.”
“A truth?”
“Yes. Listen carefully.”
Maximus erased the faint smile that had flickered across his face and continued.
“The woman called Hallara, whom your brother brought—she is a surviving member of the Brinihanta clan.”
This was a truth he had long known, having been in contact with Johannes and the Holy Church all along.
Nikolai’s eyes trembled violently.
Maximus let out a hollow laugh at his reaction.
“Do not be surprised yet, boy.”
“What do you mean?”
“That woman is Johannes’s right hand.”
There was no time to ask further questions.
“That woman is also an executive of the Holy Church. Her approach to your Family—it was all orchestrated.”
Maximus laid bare secrets that Morgan, a mere lay believer, could never have known.
“They intended to turn Bloodmere into another Brinihanta, just as they did. Methodically. Systematically dismantling each Hero Family one by one.”
The annihilation of Brinihanta itself had been their machination all along.
Ha!
Nikolai staggered backward, his body recoiling.
He harbored no doubt that Maximus spoke the truth. Morgan, who had been listening to this revelation alongside him all this time, was already thrashing about in distress.
His mind throbbed with exhaustion—he hadn’t slept properly in days, his eyes hollow from sleepless nights.
Hallara was from Brinihanta.
‘Hallara approached us with calculated intent.’
The reality was incomprehensible.
Maximus spoke to Nikolai, who still struggled to grasp the situation.
“You shouldn’t be standing here. You need to return to Bloodmere at once and seize that woman. If you wish to preserve the Family you’ve worked so hard to maintain.”
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Time to wait another year till the other chapters get translated (thanks for the translations btw)