Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 48

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Episode 48

 

“I made plenty so you could eat together with the commander and the knights.”

 

“Why would you make stuff for those guys?”

 

“We should all eat together.”

 

“But why?”

 

How frustrating.

 

“That way the knights will treat you well and all.”

 

That’s what being a supportive wife means.

 

It’s my job too.

 

“Fine then. This is mine. Moldorf. Don’t you dare covet it.”

 

Docheop boldly shouted at Moldorf.

 

“How are you going to eat all of that!”

 

It was enough for 20 people. Nut bars packed with sugar.

 

“Somehow.”

 

“It’ll spoil!”

 

“It won’t spoil.”

 

“It will spoil, you know?”

 

“If you promise never to make anything for them again, I’ll share it.”

 

What!

 

What kind of situation is this now?

 

I’m so flabbergasted I can’t speak properly.

 

“From now on, only make things for me. Don’t overdo it though.”

 

Even in the midst of all this, he still makes sure to tell me not to overdo it.

 

***

 

After having a big argument with Docheop, I was pushed back to my room by Docheop who urged me to go rest, but then I went to find the Third Division again.

 

While waiting for him at Moldorf’s quarters, I was able to meet Moldorf when he returned after finishing training.

 

“Commander.”

 

“…What brings you here?”

 

He asked stiffly.

 

“As for the snacks, His Lordship said he would give them to knights who beat him in sparring.”

 

“His Lordship said he would spar?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He’s even going to spar now.

 

He must be overflowing with confidence now that he’s reached 5-star.

 

‘He’s probably not quite at that level yet. Isn’t he pushing himself too hard?’

 

While I was worrying he might get hurt, Moldorf asked me.

 

“So what brings you here?”

 

“I wanted to ask you to take good care of our young lord.”

 

Saying that, I handed him an apple box.

 

It was a box used to store ingredients coming into the annex kitchen.

 

Seeing it, Moldorf let out a deep sigh.

 

“I won’t accept it.”

 

How upright of him, befitting a knight commander.

 

That’s why I trusted Moldorf even more. In the original story, he was someone who died protecting his disciples.

 

But there seems to be a misunderstanding.

 

“It’s not a bribe. I’m giving it to you to help with Lord Docheop’s training.”

 

“That is a bribe.”

 

Moldorf pushed the box away.

 

At the same time, at the heavy metallic sound, his brow furrowed deeply.

 

“Don’t bring such things again. If you’re Lord Docheop’s wife, it would be better not to do such things. For his sake as well.”

 

“You won’t regret it?”

 

You will regret it though.

 

“No.”

 

He answered briefly.

 

“Are you fine with refusing without even looking?”

 

“I can tell without looking.”

 

I nodded and stood up. If he dislikes it this much, I should take it back.

 

As I stood up, I pretended to accidentally kick the box lid with my toe.

 

Inside were sparkling gold and silver treasures… as if. It was full of famous swords that had been stuck in storage.

 

“Oops, my mistake.”

 

I was about to close the box lid pretending I knew nothing.

 

“Wait.”

 

Moldorf stopped me.

 

Now you’re responding properly.

 

“What’s wrong? Are you going to help me carry it to my room?”

 

“What is this?”

 

“A bribe.”

 

“What are you saying? You just said it wasn’t a bribe.”

 

Being flustered, even Moldorf became more talkative.

 

“It was a bribe. But since you said you’d rather die than accept it, I have no choice but to take it back.”

 

“When did I say I’d rather die than accept it?”

 

“Then will you accept it?”

 

“…Let me first hear where these swords came from.”

 

“If you listen, you’re accepting them. You can’t back out.”

 

Being upright, he couldn’t readily say he’d accept and kept his lips pressed tight.

 

Since I was planning to give them to him anyway, I backed down and sat back down.

 

Then I opened the box lid wide.

 

“As you can see, they’re swords. Famous swords at that.”

 

These were treasures I found by searching through dozens of warehouses in the estate over and over. I traded them with Junel, the sword spirit, for 10 sweets. Since Junel is serious about swords and carefully selected these, he would recognize their value too.

 

“They are famous swords indeed. Where did you get them?”

 

“From the estate’s warehouse. I excavated things that were stored away because they couldn’t bear to throw them out.”

 

“Are you saying you took them as if they were yours?”

 

Since they were going to be thrown away anyway, he seems bothered that I took them like stolen goods. I’m quite honest myself, but he’s more honest than I expected, to the point of being rigid.

 

“If you were a junk dealer, it would have been a crime.”

 

Moldorf is a knight commander. Using family property for the family can never be called a crime.

 

But his thinking seems different.

 

“Fine. On my way back, I’ll tell the Duchess that I brought these.”

 

I’ll just tell Francesca that I brought swords for Docheop to use.

 

Only then, perhaps relieved, Moldorf’s expression relaxed slightly. He took out one of the swords inside and examined it. After silently examining dozens of swords, he looked up.

 

“Every single one is a renowned famous sword. But there’s a reason they were in storage.”

 

Moldorf took out one sword and struck it against the floor. It made a sound like scraping stone rather than metal. It meant the blade had long since lost its function.

 

“I know.”

 

Even someone with no eye for such things like me knows that a blade chipped like saw teeth isn’t normal.

 

“You can restore and use them.”

 

“It’s not as easy as it sounds. There aren’t many blacksmiths who can handle such famous swords, and the restoration methods vary greatly depending on the materials and techniques used in the swords.”

 

“The method is right here.”

 

I took out a rolled-up bundle of papers from my chest and gave it to him.

 

Moldorf unfolded the paper without hesitation. His eyes, which had been hidden beneath thick eyebrows and heavy eyelids, widened considerably.

 

“Restoration methods?”

 

“Yes.”

 

It was the sword restoration method that Junel had taught me. Moreover, it was a secret manual that detailed different methods for each individual sword.

 

“Did you also find this in the warehouse?”

 

“Something like that.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a vague response.

 

Moldorf carefully read through the restoration methods and finally let out a small sigh.

 

“Unfortunately, it’s useless. As I mentioned earlier, while there are many blacksmiths who can forge swords, blacksmiths skilled in restoration are…”

 

“There is one. In the Village Forest.”

 

This was information I knew myself, not from Junel.

 

This was the reason why Docheop had returned to the dominion after leaving to find his companions.

 

To repair his sword that had been damaged while fighting enemies. In other words, he had come looking for a blacksmith.

 

“…Did you also find that information in the warehouse?”

 

“Not that one—let’s just say it’s information I know as a village person.”

 

I handed him the address where the blacksmith could be found, my final card.

 

“Now, I’ve given you all the bribes I have to offer, so shall we have a proper conversation?”

 

***

 

Halara Seheb.

 

When Moldorf first saw the woman who appeared at the training grounds and called out “Honey!” to Docheop without any hesitation, he was both surprised and uncomfortable.

 

Docheop was a young master abandoned by his family.

 

To think there was a woman as bright as sunlight, so different from him who had grown up receiving hatred his entire life and had become dark.

 

‘The young master’s loneliness must have been extreme.’

 

It was pitiful.

 

If only he had found Moldorf a little earlier, he could have provided some comfort.

 

Then there would have been no need to meet this endlessly frivolous-looking commoner woman and add to the rumors that the trainee knights were already spreading.

 

He had tried to send her away, but it was already too late.

 

“It seems I’m going to have a child.”

 

That was the reason he had returned to the family training grounds instead of staying in the village.

 

You could tell just by looking at the expression on his face when he looked at Hallara. This wasn’t the Docheop who had nothing, who was completely empty.

 

Though he still couldn’t wield sword energy, he wasn’t weak.

 

Instead, you could see the confidence that all he had left to do was grow stronger.

 

Was it simply because he now had a woman and child to protect that had made him so solid?

 

“Please restore these and select swords that can maximize the young master’s power for his training. As for the remaining swords, please bestow them upon knights that you deem suitable for each sword.”

 

“…You could have given them to him directly.”

 

“The young master would prefer it more if I gave him black bean soy milk rather than swords. Oh, I should try making soy milk too.”

 

“I’ll restore the swords, so please select the knights yourself and deliver them directly.”

 

“Oh my, I don’t want to. Please tell them they’re from the young master.”

 

He couldn’t know the answer to that, but one thing was certain.

 

Docheop had met someone who truly cared for him.

 

“Well now. It’s been a while since I’ve worked overtime.”

 

Moldorf gathered the swords and restoration methods she had given him and left the barracks.

 

Though it was the same unchanged scenery of Bloodmere as always, today it felt like a warm breeze was blowing.

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