Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 39

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Episode 39

 

“Hallara.”

 

When I arrived at the annex, I met Docheop who had been waiting there.

 

The moment I suddenly saw him, a deep sense of relief washed over me.

 

“Young Master!”

 

As I approached with excited steps, Docheop tilted his head.

 

“What’s wrong. It’s like you missed me.”

 

“I did.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. I really thought I’d only see you in the afterlife.”

 

Since I almost died after being caught by Helbeorn.

 

“If you missed me that much, don’t wander around like this and have dinner with me in the banquet hall.”

 

“Ah, did you enjoy your meal? They say you awakened to 4-star! Why didn’t you tell me then? In front of everyone, you should have bragged ‘I’m 4-star’ – it wouldn’t have been enough!”

 

If Nikolai and Junel hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have even known you awakened, and to 4-star at that.

 

“Right. If I knew you’d be this happy, I would have said something.”

 

Docheop let out a faint smile.

 

It was just a smile, but somehow a bright grin spread across my face too.

 

“Was today’s meal delicious?”

 

“It was delicious. Who made it?”

 

Thank goodness.

 

Even though I had fought a battle with Helbeorn, it seemed Docheop had enjoyed his food.

 

“But why did you just set it out and run away?”

 

“I suddenly had a stomachache. My stomach wasn’t feeling too good either.”

 

I didn’t tell him about playing hide-and-seek with Helbeorn. I didn’t want to ruin his mood.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Docheop’s eyes narrowed. I subtly avoided his gaze.

 

“I’ll take you to the physician right away.”

 

“What? No! I’m fine now.”

 

“No. You’re now a member of the family, so this is something you should rightfully enjoy.”

 

Docheop firmly grasped my shoulder.

 

As if a snake had coiled around my body, my body moved according to his will.

 

“Aaah! I’m really fine!”

 

“No. You went through the trouble of making food for me from morning, so I should at least do this much for you.”

 

My stomach was perfectly fine.

 

Rather, I was hungry from running around trying to avoid Helbeorn.

 

As I grabbed onto him and clung, he stared intently at my face.

 

Suddenly, his long hair fell down, revealing his hidden eyes. Beneath his thick eyelashes, his deep gaze swept over me. I knew he had a breathtakingly handsome face, but perhaps because he’d lost weight recently, his face had become even sharper.

 

“Young Master.”

 

“Oh my. How much pain must you be in to be breaking out in cold sweat?”

 

Docheop brushed my forehead with one hand.

 

It wasn’t cold sweat, but honest sweat from my battle with Helbeorn.

 

“So you really weren’t feeling well. It’ll take a long time to get to the physician.”

 

“I’m really fine. I even went to the bathroom.”

 

I wondered if I had to say such things, but going to the physician was out of the question.

 

If they did some unnecessary blood test or physical examination and discovered I was a demon, it would really be the end.

 

But Docheop didn’t listen to me.

 

“It would be better if you stayed still.”

 

Docheop’s low voice brushed past my ear.

 

His hand slowly approached my waist. The moment my heart dropped with a thud, my body was lifted up.

 

And his embrace completely enveloped me.

 

Though his body was certainly firm as stone, the hands that held me were gentle and careful.

 

“Why, why are you carrying me!?”

 

What is this man doing when his own body isn’t well?

 

“Since you won’t listen, I have to carry you myself.”

 

“Why are you really doing this! How improper.”

 

“Are you embarrassed? When did you call me ‘honey’ in front of everyone? Now you’re acting modest?”

 

He brought up the past incident and tilted his head.

 

“That was… it would be weird to call you Young Master in front of others. That’s why I did that.”

 

“Right, right. I liked hearing it. It sounds affectionate and blessed, doesn’t it? There are three young masters here, but only one honey – me.”

 

“If I call you honey, will you put me down?”

 

I was planning to call him that once and then run away.

 

“No.”

 

Docheop chuckled.

 

Then he stretched his long legs and strode forward.

 

“Aaah!”

 

I really don’t know why he’s acting like this today.

 

***

 

“What an eyesore that is.”

 

The late afternoon sunlight gently illuminated the ducal palace garden. The scent of pink lilacs mixed in the air. There was probably no other place in the world where the peace carried by the wind felt so awkward.

 

The garden of the Bloodymerry Family.

 

In one corner of the garden stood Nikolai, who had escaped the sweat-smelling training grounds to cleanse his nose with the fragrance of flowers.

 

Just when he was completely healing. From the end of the corridor, Nikolai saw two people.

 

“Please, put me down! What if someone sees us coming to the garden like this?”

 

“Who else is here besides us two? Stay still.”

 

Under the sunlight, Docheop was walking while holding a woman in his arms.

 

Hallara pounded his chest, and Docheop paid no mind as he strolled through the garden carrying her.

 

To look more closely, Hallara was desperately struggling to get down from his embrace, and Docheop was testing her.

 

But to Nikolai’s eyes, they looked like they were laughing and flirting with each other.

 

When Hallara pinched his chest, Docheop let out a hollow laugh.

 

Nikolai mistook this for laughing in blissful happiness and spat out curses.

 

“…Why do I have to stand here and watch this crap?”

 

Nikolai ground his molars as he watched the scene.

 

He exhaled quietly, but with each breath, something boiled inside him.

 

“Shameless bastard.”

 

His gaze was sharp.

 

In the middle of the garden, that useless bug who only caused trouble and was no help at all was leisurely taking a stroll.

 

The Docheop he remembered was always a troublemaker who caused commotion while gripping sword hilts.

 

But now there was something like peace on that man’s face.

 

Gently holding her, as if he lived in a different world.

 

‘Is he feeling responsible as a father because she’s pregnant with his child?’

 

The corner of Nikolai’s mouth twisted.

 

That smile was cynical.

 

Someone who might not even become a regular soldier despite training.

 

Someone bearing the family name on his back was making such an expression.

 

“I want to smash that face right now.”

 

The quietly uttered laugh left a bitter taste on his tongue.

 

He was about to look away but turned his head back again.

 

Because he could hear Hallara’s laughter.

 

As she smiled, Docheop bowed his head very naturally.

 

In that moment, Nikolai trembled with unbearable disgust.

 

‘That’s neither a knight nor a man.’

 

He slowly retreated into the shadows of the corridor.

 

His fingertips trembled.

 

As he clenched his fists to suppress his anger, his knuckles cracked inside his gloves.

 

Nilson went straight to the training grounds and selected trustworthy knights.

 

“Select a few skilled and swift knights to go to the border. If you encounter Holy Knights on the way, avoid them and get to father as quickly as possible. And make sure to deliver this letter.”

 

Once again, it was a letter requesting authority to expel Docheop.

 

Last time he couldn’t deliver it due to Helbeorn’s interference and Holy Knights who appeared from nowhere, but this time he would definitely obtain that authority.

 

“Yes, sir!”

 

The soldier headed straight to the training grounds.

 

Nikolai planned to keep Helbeorn tied up in front of his room so he couldn’t interfere.

 

Since his body had weakened from the border battles, he should be sufficient to handle alone.

 

He certainly thought so.

 

“Hiss… hiss…”

 

Helbeorn slowly raised his head.

 

The blood vessels in his whites had burst, staining his entire eyes bright red.

 

The original gray color had disappeared, and a dark red hue had swallowed his irises, glistening like blood from within.

 

Wherever his gaze touched, red light flowed down.

 

“Damn it all…”

 

Helbeorn cursing in a low voice looked like a completely different being than before.

 

“…Helbeorn?”

 

How was there not a single normal one among those he called brothers?

 

***

 

Helbeorn regained consciousness an hour after drawing his sword.

 

His vision was stained with blood.

 

When his entire body was whipped by an unknown sword energy, he thought he would die helplessly like this.

 

‘Damn it! I haven’t even had a single romance yet!’

 

Standing at the edge of death, tears burst forth from his resentment. His eyes with burst blood vessels hurt as if they would go blind, but more than that, he was bitter that only he couldn’t have the successful romantic marriage that even Docheop had achieved.

 

At the edge of his blood-stained vision, Hallara’s figure formed.

 

The phantom Hallara stuck out her tongue playfully.

 

‘Because of that woman!’

 

He reached out to grab Hallara, but his blunt hand that had become one with the sword couldn’t reach and only caused excruciating pain.

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