Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 51

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Episode 51

 

The victor was Helbeorn.

 

He had already faced that mysterious brute knight once before.

 

Moreover, having awakened his bloodlust, dealing with a single Holy Knight was a piece of cake for him.

 

He had aimed for the knight’s neck but stopped his attack at the last moment, thinking ‘oops,’ and was on his way back carrying him bundled up.

 

Training Grounds of Bloodmere.

 

Docheop was lost in thought as he looked at the sword Moldorf had brought.

 

“How long has it been.”

 

A very old memory came to mind.

 

The memory of when his blade broke while roaming battlefields with his comrades, and he visited the ruined Bloodmere Domain once again.

 

In a small dungeon deep in the forest of the estate lived a blacksmith whose face was covered with a gray beard.

 

The blacksmith restored Docheop’s sword and then gestured for him to follow.

 

The place he followed the hunched old man to was, ironically, the ruins of Bloodmere Castle.

 

The blacksmith dug and dug through that place which had been destroyed and burned, now become a graveyard of bones. Though he had already buried his family’s remains, not wanting to stay there any longer, he turned to leave when the blacksmith pulled out a blackened sword from the pile of debris.

 

And after polishing and sharpening it for days and nights, he gifted the sword to him.

 

“I discarded the broken sword. It wouldn’t be able to handle your strength from now on.”

 

Stamped with the seal of Bloodmere that had now vanished into history.

 

“Pahasma. How did you find this.”

 

Moldorf had brought it.

 

Unlike the appearance in memories as old as history, the blade looked pristine as if just sharpened, with the legendary pattern of Pahasma stamped on it intact.

 

Swoosh.

 

Swooooosh!

 

The sound of cutting through air was refreshing.

 

Though Docheop still had a weak body like the past before awakening, the sword trembled finely as if resonating upon meeting its master.

 

“To think I’d possess this now.”

 

As long as he stayed with the family, he thought he would find Pahasma someday. But he didn’t know it would be this soon.

 

Moreover.

 

“Lady Hallara entrusted this sword to me.”

 

Hallara had sent this sword through Moldorf.

 

To think the woman he thought would only handle kitchen knives had found and sent a legendary sword.

 

To think Hallara had given him the sword he had been searching for, the one that had saved his and his comrades’ lives dozens of times in the past.

 

“Just when I think I understand her a little, I don’t, and when I think I don’t understand, I feel like I know a little – such a strange woman.”

 

He wanted to figure out her identity, but right now he didn’t have time to focus only on her. There wasn’t much time left from when the Duke returned from war until the family would be attacked.

 

Docheop’s eyes deepened as memories of past and present intertwined.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Ugh. Why is the lady following me!”

 

A voice that grated on his nerves was heard.

 

It was Helbeorn.

 

Docheop’s brow furrowed then smoothed out calmly.

 

Right now he wanted to have a reunion with Pahasma that Hallara had given him.

 

“I’m too scared to stay home alone. Just let me stay somewhere.”

 

“Ugh, seriously. Nothing but trouble because of that flighty woman.”

 

Helbeorn, who hadn’t finished Hallara’s errand, cursed at Michelle who was following him, but couldn’t bring himself to push her away and ended up bringing her to the castle.

 

“If she hadn’t cooked me a meal, I would’ve ditched her right away.”

 

Helbeorn’s temperament wasn’t bad enough to turn away Michelle who had prepared a delicious meal for him.

 

He grumbled complaints while matching his pace to Michelle’s stride.

 

So Helbeorn returned with an unconscious Holy Knight on one shoulder and Michelle trailing behind.

 

Docheop, who was about to pretend not to see him and go train in the forest, belatedly remembered Michelle’s face.

 

“Hallara’s neighbor lady.”

 

It was definitely Michelle who lived next door to Hallara’s house in the village.

 

And Michelle, who had always been interested in Hallara’s men, also recognized Docheop immediately.

 

“Oh!? I knew I’d seen you somewhere – you’re that mercenary who used to come and go from Hallara’s house?”

 

“…That’s right.”

 

Helbeorn looked back and forth between the two.

 

“What? Lady, you know our scoundrel?”

 

“I think I saw him coming and going to that pretty young lady’s house next door a few times.”

 

“Pretty young lady?”

 

Helbeorn, fixated on those words, ground his teeth.

 

“That scoundrel bastard was charming multiple women. Poor flighty girl. Not knowing that, talking about true love and whatnot, trusting that guy and even coming to marry into this house.”

 

As if anyone would know he avoided women to focus on training.

 

“What brings you here.”

 

Docheop asked Michelle. Ignoring Helbeorn’s curses came from long experience.

 

“Ah… Oh, right.”

 

Soon remembering Hallara, tears welled up in Michelle’s eyes. Her hands trembled as if recalling what had happened earlier.

 

“Actually, Hallara has gone missing. *sob* She suddenly disappeared without a trace – do you know anything about it?”

 

“I’m living with her.”

 

“What did you say?!”

 

An answer beyond imagination came to her question asked without expectation.

 

Michelle’s mouth fell wide open.

 

“It seemed like you hadn’t known each other very long. As they say, you never know about relationships between men and women! Youth is youth indeed.”

 

“Lady, what!? You know the flighty girl?”

 

As Hallara’s name was mentioned, Helbeorn, who was starting to understand the situation, asked, but she didn’t respond to him either.

 

“No! If you two hit it off, you should have told me you hit it off. Even if not others, I’m Hallara’s only neighbor-cousin, so how could you really do this?”

 

“Lady, you lived next to the flighty girl’s place!?”

 

“First, young man. Since there are listening ears, let’s talk a bit further away, shall we? I’ve been living like walking on thin ice day by day, you know?”

 

Michelle, who had been glancing at the kidnapped man, pulled Docheop’s arm.

 

Docheop followed her without complaint.

 

He had been thinking about what to give Hallara as a token of gratitude anyway, and Michelle seemed perfect.

 

***

 

“Madam Michelle?”

 

My steps toward the village with Francesca’s permission stopped.

 

Michelle, whom I had been looking for, was right in front of me.

 

And she was with Docheop too.

 

“Hallara! You disappeared so suddenly, do you know how shocked I was!”

 

Michelle spread her arms wide and hugged me with all her strength. Feeling the warmth and comfort I hadn’t experienced in a long time, I also hugged her tightly.

 

“I’m sorry for worrying you. So many things happened that I couldn’t contact you in time. I should have reached out as soon as I arrived, I’m sorry.”

 

“But to think that mercenary was a young master? That’s the most surprising news I’ve heard all year.”

 

Ahaha.

 

I didn’t know that either.

 

And even less that I’d end up settling down here.

 

“So you put up that ‘no men’ sign because you wanted to settle down with one man. But there were rumors he was a scoundrel – is that okay?”

 

Michelle whispered quietly so Docheop couldn’t hear.

 

“Yes. Those are just rumors.”

 

“Oh my, I knew it. He’s so sturdy yet handsome. I’ve never seen such a good-looking, tall man in my entire life. Hoho. In the village, his face was covered by his hair so I couldn’t tell, but seeing him today, his features are so clear.”

 

Michelle said she really had an eye for men as she patted my back enthusiastically.

 

Docheop heard this and pretended not to while subtly puffing out his chest with pride.

 

“But didn’t you get to meet Prince Helbeorn?”

 

“Helbeorn? Ah, you mean that well-built young man who saved me?”

 

“He saved you? What happened?”

 

At that question, Michelle’s expression suddenly darkened.

 

I led her, who was anxiously looking around, into my room in the annex.

 

Only then did she regain her composure and unwrapped the handkerchief around her neck. There was a red scab in the middle of her throat.

 

“My goodness, ma’am. What kind of wound is this?”

 

“Hallara, did you perhaps hold a grudge against someone or owe any debts?”

 

Debts?

 

“No. Nothing like that.”

 

Probably.

 

If Hallara had been living with debts or grudges, she couldn’t have settled and lived there for two years.

 

“Actually, after you disappeared, a strange man kept coming around. He was looking for you.”

 

A man? Then it’s highly likely he was one of Hallara’s followers.

 

Even before, men had come looking several times.

 

But there was no reason to attack Michelle just because I had disappeared.

 

Michelle seemed to know this too, as she continued speaking.

 

“He wore a white robe so I couldn’t see his face, and he was a terrifyingly large man. The prince who saved me today said he was a Holy Knight or something like that.”

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