Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 47

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Episode 47

 

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Bloodmere Castle, where the affairs of the village could never be heard.

 

Clack, clack.

 

The sound of clashing wooden swords filled the training grounds.

 

The Third Division’s training ground was heated up as usual today, but there was a different atmosphere circulating than before.

 

Not one of the trainee knights who had mocked Docheop just days ago dared to utter a careless word.

 

They simply swallowed their saliva and watched the movements of those two with bated breath.

 

Docheop’s metallic-sounding inhalation came in short bursts, followed by Moldorf’s sharp sword strike.

 

Bang-!

 

The sound of wooden swords clashing was no longer the light sound of wood.

 

Each collision carried pressure that seemed to make the ground tremble.

 

“…His movements are graceful.”

 

One trainee knight muttered while covering his mouth.

 

“That person is that scoundrel young master, right? The 1-star one.”

 

“He was until recently. Now he’s 4-star, they say.”

 

“4… 4-star? What 4-star! When! How!”

 

Then the knight beside him corrected the statement.

 

“Hey, I heard today that he’s 5-star now. He awakened again in the meantime.”

 

“F-f-five star?”

 

It had been a week.

 

Just one week.

 

His body, which had only weak energy flowing through it, was now completely different.

 

New calluses had formed on his palms. His sword moved as smoothly as flowing water, yet was fast enough to be nearly invisible.

 

His movements were no longer the body language of a ‘scoundrel’ that the knights had mockingly joked about.

 

“Hah!”

 

The moment Docheop’s toes kicked off the ground forcefully, it created the illusion that he had disappeared.

 

The trainee knights simultaneously widened their eyes and whispered.

 

“That speed is insane…!”

 

“How can he move like that in just one week!”

 

Thwack!

 

The tip of Docheop’s sword grazed into Moldorf’s side.

 

Though it was stopped, it was clearly a valid hit.

 

The training ground stirred for a moment.

 

But Moldorf didn’t even blink.

 

Rather, his eyes curved strangely.

 

“Your movements have become more precise.”

 

At those words, Docheop smiled slightly.

 

But at that moment, whoosh!

 

Moldorf’s sword shot out like lightning.

 

A speed that allowed no carelessness. A trajectory that even shadows could hardly follow.

 

“Be careful.”

 

Docheop didn’t step back but rather charged forward.

 

Bang!

 

The two swords clashed like lightning in mid-air.

 

A thunderous roar rang out as if wood would shatter to pieces.

 

Sand from the ground flew upward.

 

“…When on earth did he become like that?”

 

“He went into that notorious Kernhol. After he cut off a Creckbear’s head there, he suddenly became a different person. No wait, I’ve been watching him daily and he’s been growing rapidly every day.”

 

Someone answered in a shocked voice.

 

“Cut off a Creckbear’s head?”

 

“That’s what they say.”

 

“Is that even possible? For a 1-star knight?”

 

He was definitely 1-star when he entered Kernhol.

 

But how could he face a Creckbear?

 

This was a fact everyone knew.

 

But the aura he was emanating now, that pure physical speed and strength, was skill that threatened 3-star knights.

 

And as of today, there was no longer anyone in the Third Division who mocked Docheop.

 

Instead.

 

“I’m jealous. He really has it all.”

 

Such words even came out.

 

“What’s there to be jealous of. I couldn’t do that. Could you train like that? Hold a sword day and night?”

 

“No. Not just the swordsmanship, but he has a pretty wife.”

 

All the trainees who had seen Hallara would agree.

 

Hair that flowed with a silky luster, fair skin, a smile as warm as sunlight.

 

The knights who saw her talked about her appearance for three days and nights, causing rumors to spread even to the neighboring 2nd Division.

 

Even so, despite the Third Division trainee knights’ fuss and knights coming and going for days looking for her, Hallara didn’t show herself.

 

They wanted to ask when his wife would come again, but Moldorf was the only one who could have a conversation with Docheop.

 

“But I’m not really into commoner women. There’s a saying that beauty lasts three years, but nobility lasts a thousand.”

 

“You forgot that woman’s face, didn’t you? Your words changed right away?”

 

“Think about it rationally. Aren’t you the same?”

 

“I’m not though?”

 

“Choose from these. A commoner woman as beautiful as a goddess descended from heaven versus an ugly princess. Her family gives you a knight order.”

 

At the serious question to choose, the trainee knight groaned.

 

“A knight order is tempting. You said the latter, right?”

 

But the expression of the knight who actually asked suddenly became stupidly blank.

 

“Everyone-! Please have some snacks!”

 

A clear voice.

 

“…I choose the former.”

 

Among the sweaty men, a goddess was coming with a snack basket.

 

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After spending several days searching through warehouses with Junel, I went to find Docheop for the first time in a while.

 

“His face is just amazing.”

 

Docheop had cut his hair.

 

Thanks to that, his thick eyebrows and clear, deep eyes that had been hidden by long bangs were fully revealed.

 

On the way to the Third Division where Docheop was.

 

Docheop’s figure wielding his sword under the bright white sunlight was beautiful.

 

Isn’t there a saying that the protagonist is crafted stitch by stitch by the god called the author?

 

His body with the thin shirt clinging to it from sweat was more artistic than a sculpture.

 

‘I didn’t think he was that much before.’

 

Whether it was because I hadn’t seen him for several days while searching for a famous sword, or because Docheop, the real gem of a renowned swordsmanship family, was properly wielding a sword, his appearance seemed particularly radiant today.

 

“Oh, right. This isn’t the time to be spacing out.”

 

I entered carrying the basket I had brought and shouted.

 

“Please have some snacks before continuing~!”

 

At the voice that rang out clearly, everyone’s gaze turned toward me.

 

Snacks are indispensable for rigorous training, and among them, mid-morning snacks are the best.

 

So I prepared a snack.

 

“Hallara.”

 

Docheop rushed over eagerly and grabbed my basket.

 

“It’s been so long.”

 

“What do you mean so long? I made you a feast just a few days ago.”

 

“It’s already been several days. But what’s that?”

 

“Snacks.”

 

“For me?”

 

At his blatant question, I smiled awkwardly and nodded.

 

“Your thoughtfulness is touching.”

 

“Yes. I heard you’ve been training for days on end. When you’re working so hard, how could I just laze around in my room?”

 

“Lazing around in your room, what do you mean? They said you weren’t there every time I went to the annex.”

 

So he had come looking for me.

 

Actually, I’d been frantically busy secretly searching for famous swords that had been stored away in the manor’s warehouse.

 

“I told you not to overdo it. You must have overdone it again.”

 

I don’t know why he always tells me not to overdo it, but it seemed like Docheop was the one really overdoing it.

 

And for good reason—even though I hadn’t seen him for just a few days, his body had become remarkably more solid.

 

“I eat and sleep all day. I was lying in bed so much my back started hurting.”

 

“They said you weren’t there when I came at 6 AM.”

 

He came quite early.

 

“…Maybe I had to use the bathroom urgently.”

 

At those words, his face quickly hardened.

 

So why did he come looking for me and then…

 

“Why were you looking for me?”

 

He shouldn’t have any particular business with me.

 

He was about to say something but closed his mouth.

 

“I know everything.”

 

“What?”

 

“You came looking for me because you missed my cooking.”

 

Once you taste my cooking, it’s hard to forget.

 

Especially since it’s Korean food, it would be even more so.

 

“Don’t worry. I brought special snacks today.”

 

I linked arms with Docheop, acting friendly.

 

Oh my, my eyes really don’t deceive me.

 

Rope? Steel?

 

This isn’t an ordinary person’s arm.

 

‘The protagonist is indeed the protagonist. One hit from him would kill me.’

 

Even without sword energy, I don’t think I could win in a fight.

 

Add the famous sword I brought to this, and he’ll become the strongest.

 

“Why are you smiling so ominously?”

 

“Me?”

 

“You were stroking my arm while smiling. Do you like my body that much?”

 

“Haha. Of course not.”

 

My inner thoughts must have shown.

 

I quickly composed my smile and entered the training grounds.

 

Then I greeted Moldorf, who bowed politely to me.

 

“It’s been a while, Captain.”

 

“Good day to you.”

 

“I’m sorry for interrupting your training. You’ve been working so hard that I made some snacks…”

 

I reached to take the basket from Docheop’s hand.

 

“I brought some…”

 

Huh?

 

But Docheop stood there like a telephone pole, not letting go of the basket.

 

“Why won’t you let go?”

 

I asked Docheop in a small voice.

 

“Wasn’t it made for me?”

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