Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 25

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Episode 25

 

‘Is this for real?’

 

It wasn’t just Docheop’s personality that had changed from the original. He was actually crossing swords with his former mentor at the family’s training grounds.

 

Seeing this changed version of him, I fell into momentary confusion.

 

While I was unsure whether to be happy about this or not, Junel, understanding my confused feelings, helped sort things out for me.

 

[Of course you should be happy! No matter how much this body helps, it’s useless without his own will to awaken! He picked up a sword himself.]

 

“I… I suppose so?”

 

[Hurry up and go praise him or something!]

 

At his urging, I carefully made my way over there.

 

I wanted to greet him first, but what should I call him?

 

Young master? No, that title doesn’t quite fit anymore.

 

Master? Just because I wore maid clothes for a while, should I really act like a real maid?

 

Then there was only one option left.

 

“Honey!”

 

Since Docheop was the one who said he’d take me as his wife first, I decided to call him that for now.

 

***

 

“H-honey?”

 

At the embarrassing title, the gazes of about ten knights inside instantly turned toward the woman.

 

Richly flowing golden hair.

 

A white face with doll-like blue eyes.

 

A flowing dress without decorations fluttered gently in the breeze.

 

The woman, bathed in the soft sunlight streaming down, smiled brightly and waved her slender arm.

 

Though her face bore no makeup, her dazzling beauty instantly overwhelmed everyone present, and the heavy atmosphere filling the training grounds vanished in an instant as if swept away by a gust of wind.

 

Though the garden was quite far away, there was even the illusion of flower fragrance suddenly wafting from somewhere.

 

“Who is that…?”

 

It wasn’t just Moldorf who cast a bewildered gaze.

 

“Wh-who let a w-woman into the training grounds!”

 

“Who on earth is that!? Who is that pretty woman… Ahem.”

 

The novice knights were the same.

 

Hallara’s beauty was not at the level of an ordinary woman.

 

Wasn’t she the seductress rumored to be the most beautiful within this vast Bloodmere domain?

 

Moreover, since these were knights who had rarely had opportunities to face women, Hallara must have appeared to them as a goddess who had suddenly descended.

 

“Honey!”

 

Hallara waved her hand and approached again.

 

Now they began earnestly searching for where she was headed.

 

They had to find out who that enviable fellow was.

 

“Pfft.”

 

At that moment, Docheop, who had been watching her, let out a laugh.

 

“Young master.”

 

Moldorf was about to say he would end this test, but only briefly.

 

Thwack! Thwack thwack thwack!

 

Docheop swung the wooden sword he was holding and instantly subdued Moldorf. The wooden sword Moldorf had been holding was broken in two and rolling on the ground in an instant.

 

“The test is over, right?”

 

Then he asked.

 

“…Yes.”

 

Though it was a half-forced test pass.

 

Only then did Docheop relax and turn his head. Toward where Hallara was.

 

Seeing that confident-looking face, Moldorf’s eyes narrowed.

 

“Could it be…?”

 

“What brings you here. Training when you never used to.”

 

Despite her blunt tone, the woman bounded toward Docheop as if flying.

 

“Wh-what. That woman is the young master’s woman?”

 

“Hey. But didn’t she just say ‘honey’?”

 

“The young master got married? I have a brother in the First Knight Division and he never mentioned anything like that!”

 

The novice knights chattered even more busily while watching the two.

 

All the dismissive and contemptuous looks they had shown until just moments ago had completely disappeared.

 

“Who said that young master was marrying some rich widow?”

 

And finally, they muttered in unison.

 

“…Envious.”

 

***

 

Since Docheop was working so hard, I had intended to bring him some snacks.

 

Until Docheop approached me crookedly and kept asking about what I had just said.

 

“Honey?”

 

“Yes. Since you want to keep me by your side so terribly, I should accommodate you.”

 

It was petty revenge.

 

For not clearly explaining the reason he brought me here.

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then keep calling me that.”

 

“What?”

 

“It sounds nice. It’s the first time in my life I’ve heard it.”

 

But unexpectedly, Docheop came at me provocatively.

 

“Wait a moment, young master.”

 

“Honey.”

 

“No, it’s young master.”

 

“Are you the type to change your words so quickly?”

 

Docheop pulled up the corner of his mouth mockingly. As usual, it seemed like I was the one being outmaneuvered this time too.

 

“You’re really a scoundrel.”

 

“I hear that often.”

 

“Then hear it more.”

 

“I’ll gladly do so, honey.”

 

This time Docheop called me by the endearment.

 

I trembled all over from embarrassment.

 

“Really… you can’t do this, young master.”

 

It’s illegal for a fantasy protagonist to say things like this.

 

“Why, is there some law saying I can’t do this?”

 

“You can’t. Anyway, you can’t.”

 

My head is in chaos.

 

Even talking with him again, he’s not the Docheop I knew and imagined. Despite being only 1-star and not even awakened yet, Docheop was overflowing with confidence.

 

I looked at Moldorf, who was sitting behind us panting heavily, then asked him.

 

“But why are you really training? What wind brought this on?”

 

“So you’ve been keeping track of whether I train or not all this time.”

 

He stood with one leg cocked arrogantly and sneered.

 

“Probably anyone here would know. The fact that you don’t train and go outside the castle to play around.”

 

But after saying it, I felt a bit sorry. I knew well that Docheop had actually worked tirelessly to awaken while pretending to be a scoundrel and wandering around. And I was the only one who knew that fact.

 

“…I take back what I just said.”

 

I’ll admit I went too far with that one.

 

“What did you say.”

 

Of course he’d ask me to repeat the hardest thing to say.

 

Ugh, maybe I should have just pretended not to know. But I kept getting soft-hearted because of those scars on his arm that kept catching my eye.

 

“Please eat this.”

 

Instead of answering, I pulled out my secret weapon. It was freshly made yakgwa.

 

“Did my wife make this?”

 

“No! Stop with the wife talk!”

 

First it was one night, now “wife” is tormenting me.

 

I wanted to punch him, but he was too tall.

 

As I trembled with frustration, Docheop chuckled as if something amused him.

 

“Did you just laugh?”

 

“Did I?”

 

“How strange.”

 

“What now.”

 

“Seeing you laugh, young master.”

 

Maybe it was because this was the first time I’d seen him laugh after spending these past few days face-to-face.

 

When he smiled with his eyes crinkling, he looked incredibly harmless and charming. His smile disappeared quickly, leaving me with regret like getting just one taste of ice cream.

 

“How random and out of context.”

 

He quickly stuffed my yakgwa into his mouth.

 

“But your cooking skills seem to have some context.”

 

“Of course.”

 

“It’s delicious.”

 

He chewed and swallowed two pieces of yakgwa in one go. Still, I couldn’t hate him when he ate everything I made for him so deliciously. As we were bickering, Moldorf, who had approached without us noticing, spoke in his heavy voice.

 

“…Sorry to interrupt the mood.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Docheop stuffed the last remaining yakgwa into his pocket.

 

“Moldorf, there’s none for you. I’ll give you money, so go buy some outside.”

 

He could just give him one.

 

There were still plenty left in the Annex Kitchen.

 

“…I don’t need sweets.”

 

But Moldorf shook his head and declined.

 

“Lucky that our tastes are complete opposites. At least we won’t fight over food.”

 

“By the way, don’t we still have something to discuss?”

 

At his playful tone, Moldorf spoke seriously. Only then did Docheop straighten his posture. I held my breath and watched their conversation. Since this was a scene not in the original story, I was quite interested too.

 

“You passed the test. You may come to the training grounds from now on.”

 

“It was a difficult test.”

 

Docheop shrugged his shoulders while pulling up his fallen sleeve. Moldorf looked at him incredulously.

 

“…What are your intentions?”

 

“Exactly what I said – I want you to become my teacher.”

 

“Do you judge that I would be helpful?”

 

Moldorf asked as if gauging something. Though he passed the test and should gladly accept, he was hesitating. Was it because of the scoundrel title?

 

“I need it.”

 

“…Understood. Then let’s start proper training from now on.”

 

“Sorry, but that’ll be difficult right away. I have to enter Kernhol today.”

 

Kernhol?

 

Junel helpfully explained what that was.

 

[Kernhol! That’s the cave where even a 3-star soldier died recently!]

 

“What do you mean? Why would the young master go to Kernhol?”

 

When Moldorf asked in surprise, Docheop’s gaze briefly turned toward me.

 

“I have something to be punished for.”

 

Don’t tell me it’s because he brought me here?

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