Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 49

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Episode 49

 

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Narrow, dark stairs.

 

I slowly walked down the path barely wide enough for one adult man, brushing against the wall.

 

Small fires burned at regular intervals along the rough stone walls.

 

Inside, knights in full armor like those seen in movies stood holding long spears.

 

They were so completely encased in armor from head to toe that it was hard to tell if they were decorations or not.

 

“Thank you for your hard work. Please have some snacks.”

 

When the savory smell wafted over, the knights immediately lifted the helmets covering their faces.

 

“Snacks? For us?”

 

“Yes. Special food was prepared since you’ve been working so hard looking after the young master.”

 

“Wow.”

 

Golden-brown pancakes.

 

“I’ve never seen this food before, but it smells amazing.”

 

And a wine bottle I pulled from my front pocket.

 

“It’s perfect when you have it together.”

 

When they saw the wine, the other two knights who had been standing around immediately came over.

 

“Alcohol? How long has it been since we’ve seen alcohol.”

 

“But is it right to drink while on duty?”

 

To the knight who was conflicted about the delicious alcohol and snacks, I casually said:

 

“It’s just one bottle. If three of you share it, no one will notice.”

 

“Hmm. That’s true.”

 

Good, they’re almost convinced.

 

“But it’s broad daylight. What if Prince Nikolai comes?”

 

“The prince went out.”

 

When I said that, the knight smacked his lips.

 

“Let’s just eat it quickly. There aren’t even any prisoners here anyway.”

 

The chubby-cheeked knight next to him chimed in. His eyes were already fixed on the pancakes and wine.

 

The other two knights’ gazes turned inward.

 

“That’s true, isn’t it?”

 

“Let’s eat quickly. I was getting hungry anyway since lunch was so meager, so this works out perfectly.”

 

And then it happened in an instant.

 

The knights who put the greasy pancakes in their mouths shared the wine and fell asleep.

 

“Knights, thank you for your hard work guarding the prison all this time. Sleep well and wake up refreshed.”

 

I even removed their armor so they could sleep comfortably, then walked inside.

 

Unlike the prison entrance, the underground prison was brightly lit with chandeliers.

 

“What? I thought this was supposed to be a prison.”

 

Since it was called an underground prison, I had imagined a place where water dripped from the ceiling and there was a damp, moldy smell.

 

A soft bed and couch.

 

In what looked like a guest room that had been moved as-is, just with iron bars added, a red-haired man was doing strength training, standing on one hand. His face was bright red as he dripped with sweat.

 

“What are you looking at.”

 

Perhaps because I was dressed as a maid and he didn’t recognize me, Helbeorn frowned as if telling me to get lost.

 

“That’s hurtful. To someone who came to rescue you, young master.”

 

“Huh?!”

 

Only then recognizing me, Helbeorn staggered and crashed face-first to the floor. Seeing him get up nonchalantly despite his face being smashed, he really had become a monster.

 

“Hey!!”

 

“Not hey, it’s Hallara.”

 

“Damn! Open the door!!? You’re dead!”

 

He seemed to have a lot to say.

 

“How can I open the door when you say you’ll kill me.”

 

“Shit! I won’t kill you, so open it!”

 

“Hallara. If you swear as a knight that you won’t kill Hallara, I’ll open it.”

 

Breaking a knight’s oath would be tantamount to disgrace.

 

Helbeorn ground his teeth. He must have been really holding a grudge against me.

 

“If you don’t want to, I’ll leave.”

 

Well, there’s nothing I can do about that.

 

When I waved the prison key I had gotten from Moldorf, Helbeorn grabbed the iron bars and said:

 

“Hallara… I won’t kill you.”

 

“Say you won’t lay a finger on me.”

 

“Hey!!”

 

“Hallara. If you don’t want to, just stay there.”

 

“Hallara!! I won’t lay a finger on you. I said I won’t!!”

 

Geez…

 

Helbeorn looked like he was about to cry if I pushed him any further.

 

Being locked up in prison for three days must have made him feel suffocatingly frustrated.

 

For someone so stubborn and proud to bow down like this.

 

“If you touch me, you’re really not a knight, young master. You’re a stupid idiot.”

 

“I get it!”

 

“If you touch me, you’ll be unlucky for life, suffer from constipation for life, and won’t be able to date, let alone get married.”

 

“You’re really taking this opportunity to say whatever you want, huh?”

 

“You understand, right?”

 

“Ah, I said I get it!!”

 

Hmm, I pretended to think about it and then gripped the key properly.

 

I wasn’t exactly comfortable hearing that he had been imprisoned either.

 

[Poor Helbeorn! He can’t even use his sword and is just lifting weights alone in prison.]

 

[Since the blood sword can’t unleash its power in prison, he’s just keeping it and drooling.]

 

Junel had been chattering so much.

 

When before he used to call him crazy and tell me to be careful, now he was even calling him by name and urging me to save him.

 

And so it came to the point where I was rescuing Helbeorn with my own hands.

 

Click-.

 

When the door opened, Helbeorn grabbed his sword and crawled out halfway.

 

“Shit… I’m going to destroy this damn prison.”

 

Then he kicked the sprawled knights and climbed the stairs. Seeing the liberated Helbeorn, Junel snorted and fluttered after him.

 

I hoped the ribs of the knight who was groaning with his dented armor would be okay as I escaped up the stairs.

 

“Aaaaah!!”

 

Outside where the sun blazed down dazzlingly.

 

Helbeorn howled like a beast.

 

His sweat-soaked hair was stuck to his face. He flexed his muscles where veins bulged prominently.

 

An indescribable red heat bubbled around him.

 

“That guy, what the hell. Really…”

 

When Helbeorn lifted his blood sword, I instinctively pulled back slightly and stepped backward.

 

It felt like the air itself was being torn apart by bloodlust.

 

When the red energy exploded outward, dust shot up and brushed against my face.

 

I was momentarily speechless. My mouth fell open involuntarily.

 

“…Maybe I shouldn’t have let him out.”

 

With a happier face than usual, Helbeorn swung his blood-red sword.

 

“This is incredible! Wow, what is this!? I feel like my blood is boiling!”

 

[That’s exactly what the blood aura of a blood sword is! It doesn’t just mean sword energy, but that your blood vessel cells are responding to the sword!]

 

Junel also seemed to like this blood aura thing, floating up gently in the heat he was radiating.

 

Those two really make a perfect pair.

 

Though it’s Junel’s unrequited love.

 

“It’s all thanks to me.”

 

I wanted to leave now, but I still had business with him. Helbeorn turned his head. His muscles bulged like a monster’s from however much he’d been working out in prison.

 

“Huh? Thanks to you?”

 

“Yes. That sword, I’m the one who gave it to you as a gift.”

 

That blood sword made from my blood.

 

“Hey.”

 

“Hallara.”

 

“I almost died because of you, you know? God was spreading his arms wide to welcome me!”

 

“What god. As if a great swordsman like you would die from being devoured by a mere famous sword.”

 

“Great swordsman?”

 

Helbeorn’s expression changed at those words.

 

“That’s right. There’s no way I’d lose to some sword.”

 

Helbeorn was simple.

 

“You became the greatest swordsman with that sword.”

 

“Greatest…?”

 

I nodded.

 

I hate to admit it, but Helbeorn was now radiating an aura that seemed like he could even surpass Nikolai.

 

“Greatest… greatest…”

 

He chewed on those words several times.

 

Then, as if those words sounded so good to hear, a smile began to bloom on his lips.

 

“That’s right, I’m the strongest!!”

 

I grinned and took a step closer to him.

 

“So, about that. I have a favor to ask. World’s greatest, strongest knight.”

 

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“Damn it. No matter how I think about it, I feel like I got played.”

 

Helbeorn cursed as he easily escaped the manor.

 

Nikolai’s knights who spotted him tried desperately to stop him, but no one could bring him to a halt.

 

The soldier guards were instantly knocked down and lost consciousness, and while Helbeorn was moved by his overflowing power, he tilted his head in confusion.

 

“What was that kid’s name again? Nallara? Nallari?”

 

Helbeorn, whose brain was also made of muscle, thought of Hallara.

 

“I have a house in the village. Right next door lives a lady named Michelle who’s my neighbor. Please deliver this letter to that lady. World’s strongest supreme swordsman.”

 

Enchanted by the word “strongest” that he hadn’t heard in so long, he had said “I’m not trying to help you. It’s obvious I’ll just be tormented by my brother if I stay at the manor, so I’m just going out for a walk!” but the uneasiness was unavoidable.

 

“I think I got played by Nallari.”

 

But since he’d already said it, there was no taking it back.

 

Tsk tsk.

 

Helbeorn grumbled but diligently headed toward the village.

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