Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 2

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Episode 2

It was when the thought ‘Perhaps my son fell for that face…’ was dominating her mind.

“Ahem! You’re carrying my son’s child?”

Could it possibly be true? She asked while clutching her pounding chest.

Hallara’s expression across from her looked resolute.

She looked determined enough to say ‘Yes. It’s true.’ right away.

‘Please say no. Just say you were joking!’

She wouldn’t say that after coming all this way, but Francesca was desperate enough to hope for it.

Whether Hallara knew her feelings or not, she took quite a long time to respond.

The answer that came after such a long while completely exceeded her expectations.

“It’s a lie! I’m sorry.”

“…A lie?”

She never expected to receive the answer she had desperately hoped for in her heart.

After that, Hallara bowed quickly and left as if fleeing, without giving her a chance to say anything more.

Even in her bewilderment, she had to feel a strangely unpleasant emotion, as if things hadn’t been properly resolved.

“Head butler, please make sure nothing like this happens again. Must I, who am busy with family affairs alone, worry about such trivial matters too?”

A voice mixed with fatigue and irritation burst out.

It was already disgraceful enough that one son was called a scoundrel, but a child with a commoner.

If this had been true, what kind of punishment would her husband the duke have handed down…

“…I’m sorry, my lady. But there’s something urgent I must tell you.”

The head butler’s expression was not good.

“Can’t we talk about it later? My head is throbbing. I had bad dreams last night too.”

“It’s about young master Docheop.”

“Sigh… It’s not another pregnancy story, is it?”

Surely not that.

Though it was somewhat unpleasant, wasn’t it a problem that ended as a simple incident? She thought there would be nothing more worth worrying about.

But the head butler insisted on stirring up the extinguished embers.

“It’s about that woman Hallara who just came and went.”

“Why are you bringing up that girl’s story again?”

When Francesca glared with a sensitive expression, he spoke heavily.

“Actually, before speaking to my lady, I asked her a few things, and there was a night when that woman spent time with the young master.”

It wasn’t for nothing that he had Hallara face Francesca.

She had even told him exactly when she spent the night with Docheop.

“Why is that…”

The butler hesitantly opened his mouth slowly.

“That night, I overlooked the young master staying out overnight.”

“…What does that mean?”

“He went out heavily drunk after fighting with young master Nikolai, and I couldn’t bring myself to report it. I’ve committed a mortal sin, my lady!”

The head butler pressed his head to the floor.

Staying out overnight.

She had even assigned a knight to watch Docheop 24 hours a day since he could cause trouble at any time, so what was this about?

“Head butler.”

“Please kill me!”

“Head butler!”

“I’ll voluntarily leave the family!”

The head butler’s voice trembled.

Francesca was very sensitive about her son’s affairs. Especially when it came to Docheop, her sore spot!

So there was no way she would forgive such a major incident.

No matter how much the butler had devoted his life to serving them.

“Head butler! Hey, Carlos! Get a grip!”

“Yes? Yes!”

Francesca roughly grabbed the butler’s arm. Only then did the butler slowly open his tightly shut eyes.

“Of course, even if Docheop did stay out that night, we don’t know if he actually spent the night with that commoner girl.”

That’s true, but…

“No matter how much of a scoundrel Docheop is, surely he wouldn’t have done that? Besides, that girl also said no and left.”

“I’m sorry, my lady. I’m also confused, but… when she was talking with me, she certainly didn’t seem to be lying.”

In the head butler’s judgment, Hallara’s story was too specific and realistic.

“So what you’re saying is… we need to confirm it? You suspect the pregnancy story might actually be true?”

Head butler Carlos nodded.

For him, Hallara’s sudden change in attitude in front of Francesca had to be suspicious.

Why did she suddenly change her position and call it a lie in front of Francesca, when she had testified so specifically in front of him?

If she had maintained a consistent claim, it wouldn’t have been this suspicious. He would have just confirmed the pregnancy and made a decision.

“If that’s the case, investigate thoroughly. Make sure there are no complications.”

Francesca, seeming to understand his meaning, gave the order.

There was nothing wrong with being certain.

***

On the way out after cutting off the connection that almost touched Bloodmere.

Was it because the detestable in-laws had disappeared, or because I’d said goodbye to the original story? I found myself humming.

“Nice weather.”

It must be around noon.

Sunlight was beautifully streaming down outside the South Gate of Bloodmere.

As I came out of the castle, I could see the market bustling with people.

In the market where commoners came and went, the first sound I heard wasn’t the sound of grilling meat or children crying, but bargaining that was close to cursing.

“Hey old hag, if I sell this for 8 bronze, you’re telling me to starve to death!”

“This is practically free! Don’t you know that radishes are better for your health the closer they are to rotting?”

Oh my.

Just because it’s K-fantasy doesn’t mean everyone’s language is so colorful.

Somehow, this world’s market didn’t feel particularly foreign to me, having frequently visited fish markets and agricultural dawn markets in the modern world.

Narrow alleyways with wooden boxes stacked layer upon layer.

Muddy ground scattered messily with broken brick pieces and fish remains.

Loud voices and bargaining sounds coming from here and there.

Though foul smells wafted from the corners of shops with stacked wooden boxes and food rotted and crushed by cart wheels, a smile spread across my face.

“This is definitely a market. This is the smell of people living.”

I wandered through the market with lightened steps.

Hmm.

From now on, I’ll have to make a living here.

I planned for the future while exploring the market alleyways.

‘What can I do here to make a living?’

First of all, Hallara was unemployed.

Though she was one of the most beautiful women in the village, rather than working, she lived by relying on the kindness others showed her. That’s why she was called a seductress behind her back.

Since she hated hard work, she chose instead to leech off men who showed interest in her. Docheop was the end result of that.

That was probably the most convenient method for her.

Of course, now that I’ve possessed Hallara’s body, that story doesn’t apply to me.

First of all, I’m not that type of person, and I’ll pass on men.

I already had my life ruined once by choosing the wrong man. I don’t want to go through that twice.

“Hmm, so how should I live?”

Since I’m a possessor with overflowing information about this world, maybe an information broker?

‘No. If I do that, I might get entangled with the original story and die.’

Besides, I’m a commoner, so I’m easily exposed to danger.

The original story information I know is mostly major information related to the protagonist, so it’s particularly risky.

There’s no need to go that far to make big money.

“Right, let’s try doing business!”

My dream that I couldn’t even attempt while dealing with the aftermath of my clan family in-laws.

That dream was to create my own restaurant and serve dishes I made myself to people.

“Good. Good!”

Let’s start here!

The original story and all that nonsense are far from me now!

***

After looking around the market, I first went to Hallara’s house.

Finding the house wasn’t difficult.

When I asked the villagers if they knew where our house was, they all knew where it was.

A small, dilapidated brick house.

There wasn’t much worth salvaging inside.

‘So even the story about living off men was all a delusion.’

There were quite a few clothes and accessories, but they were all flashy things with no substance.

I reluctantly took the clothes and accessories to the pawn shop to sell them.

“Even so, only 10 gold?”

The price for selling everything I could scrape together was 10 gold.

Adding the few coins Hallara had, it was barely about 15 gold total.

“With this money, it would be difficult to rent a decent shop and get the necessary items.”

My contemplation was brief.

Originally, business isn’t something you can start with everything prepared.

Starting with a small hole-in-the-wall shop that I could get with little money would be more than sufficient. If that didn’t work, I could load a big pot on a cart and operate it like a food stall.

“First, let’s go to the market and buy something to eat. While I’m at it, I’ll also think about what dishes to sell at the shop.”

There’s plenty I can make with this money.

I made a shopping basket from a blanket that was lying around in Hallara’s house.

It was just the right size to carry on my shoulder.

While carrying the basket on my shoulder and checking if it was sturdy, a full-length mirror placed in a shabby corner of the room caught my eye.

The only object in Hallara’s room that looked the most expensive and clean.

Should I have taken that to sell?

While pondering and casually standing in front of it, I let out an exclamation of surprise.

“Really pretty.”

Like a model from a shampoo commercial, voluminous and bouncy hair flowed down naturally.

Golden hair resembling a sunset grew luxuriantly, almost burying her small head, and on a face the size of a fist, perfectly flawless features were exquisitely arranged. It was truly an angelic appearance.

“My circular hair loss!”

The hair loss I got from stress due to my in-laws calling every day telling me to prepare my husband’s breakfast!

“My eczema!”

The housewife eczema I got because of my worthless husband who treated me like a maid—it was all gone!

Despite being a commoner, Hallara’s hands, which knew no hardship, were smooth and glossy.

Crazy, this is crazy.

This kind of firmness. How long has it been?

“Possession is the best…”

For a moment, tears even welled up in my eyes.

While pretty looks were nice, I had missed youth so much.

“Let’s go! Now I can do anything!”

Energy surged through me.

As long as it’s not ancestral rite food, I can make anything!

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