Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 52

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Episode 52

 

Holy Knights.

 

A group I never thought I’d hear about before the original story even properly began.

 

These were the ones who appeared in the latter half of the novel as final boss-level villains.

 

An abnormal group that worships fallen angels, with such overwhelming power that even Docheop, the protagonist, couldn’t attack them recklessly.

 

Not only did they possess overwhelming strength, but they also had the insane ability to rise again even after being cut down.

 

Docheop called them corpse soldiers risen from graves.

 

“Holy Knights? Are you certain?”

 

Docheop, who seemed more shocked than I was, grabbed Michelle and asked.

 

“Yeah, that’s definitely what he said. Something about inexplicable explosive power that couldn’t be explained otherwise. Oh my, but since you’re a young master, I should use formal speech.”

 

“Holy Knights…”

 

Docheop’s face darkened rapidly as he muttered in a low voice.

 

The appearance of Holy Knights was certainly no ordinary matter. These were figures who had been sleeping in history. Ordinary people probably wouldn’t believe it. But having read the novel, I knew they would be resurrected someday.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

But Docheop’s expression was particularly dark.

 

‘Doesn’t he know much about the Holy Church?’

 

In the original story, Docheop was someone who, until his awakening, showed no interest in anything other than awakening itself. He wouldn’t have cared about external affairs.

 

“I’ll go see Helbeorn for a moment.”

 

He said that and left the room.

 

As I watched his serious retreating figure, Michelle approached and took my hand.

 

“Hallara, you really don’t have any idea?”

 

“No…”

 

How could I.

 

I’m not the real Hallara, so I don’t know about the previous situation. That’s why I was dragged all the way here.

 

“Think about it carefully. Or it might be related to your family.”

 

“Family?”

 

If it’s related to Brinihanta, that changes things. What if the Holy Church knows my identity?

 

‘Surely Bloodmere didn’t fall because of me?’

 

At that time, Hallara belonged to the Bloodmere Family…

 

What if they used the fact that Hallara was involved with this family as an excuse to exterminate them?

 

My head became complicated.

 

I’d need to investigate the details, but it was certain that extermination had come one step closer.

 

“I’m scared, Hallara. I really almost died.”

 

Michelle’s voice trembled finely. I noticed the wound on her neck.

 

“I’m sorry. You almost got into big trouble because of me.”

 

“Oh my. But you sent that red-haired young master to save my life. And seeing that I’m alive like this, I can’t tell you how relieved I am.”

 

“Me too. The baby is safe, right?”

 

“Of course. Growing very healthy.”

 

Michelle smiled while caressing her belly that wasn’t showing yet. Seeing her smile put my mind at ease.

 

“But I’m too scared to go home for a while. I’ll have to contact someone I know at the market and stay at their house.”

 

“How about staying here?”

 

“Here? At Bloodmere?”

 

She blinked and looked around the room. It was incomparably larger and more luxurious than the small house we lived in at the village.

 

“No, Hallara. I have some sense. How could I stay here.”

 

“Actually, I have a favor to ask of the Duchess.”

 

I had gotten permission from Francesca, who wanted to mass-produce kimchi, to invite Michelle. If I made food together with Michelle, who had good cooking skills, I could give her a generous payment. I thought it would be a great help to Michelle, who was struggling to raise a child alone.

 

“You don’t have to overdo it, just help out really.”

 

I explained this situation to Michelle step by step. It might be too much to ask since she was pregnant.

 

“Oh my, can I really do that?”

 

However, contrary to my worries, Michelle jumped with joy.

 

“If you’re okay with it.”

 

“Of course I am. When would I ever get to work at a ducal house. Plus room and board provided? I’d be fine sleeping in the stables.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“I’m the one who should thank you! Hallara, I’ll help with all my might.”

 

“You’re still in early pregnancy, so you need to be careful. I’ll help too.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Michelle rolled up her sleeves with a joyful face as if she was going on a picnic.

 

It was fortunate that she could stay here safely, but having Holy Knights staying here was a big problem.

 

***

 

The spot where Michelle had left with Docheop.

 

“What? Why did she go to that scoundrel when I’m the one who saved her.”

 

Helbeorn looked at their retreating figures in dismay.

 

If he had known she was the neighbor Hallara was looking for, he wouldn’t have lost her to Docheop.

 

“That damn unlucky scoundrel.”

 

Helbeorn raised his middle finger at Docheop’s retreating figure.

 

He was just trying to vent his frustration that way when Nikolai approached.

 

“Being a young master representing Bloodmere, yet still acting like a child. Tsk. All of you are immature.”

 

Nikolai looked at his younger brother making rude gestures with disdain.

 

Helbeorn saw him and shouted angrily.

 

“Ah, brother!”

 

He had a lot of pent-up frustration.

 

But worried about being dragged to prison again, he quickly stepped back.

 

“If you send me to prison, I’ll never see you again. Brother or not, got it?”

 

“I won’t send you. I was going to release you tonight anyway, but you couldn’t wait. Tsk.”

 

Nikolai sighed.

 

“If you were going to release me so easily, why did you lock me up in the first place? Are you really crazy? What’s wrong with your head!”

 

“The one with something wrong with his head would be you. Didn’t you hate Docheop?”

 

“I do hate him!”

 

“Then why did you block me.”

 

“How many times do I have to say it! It’s because of that flighty woman. That woman…!”

 

Helbeorn was venting his frustration when he suddenly stopped talking.

 

‘Wait. Do I need to talk about the flighty one?’

 

Hallara was a woman who possessed strange power and even found the blood sword. Even though he almost died twice, she was helpful. Plus, she was the only person who said he was the best.

 

His contemplation was brief.

 

“No, that’s not it.”

 

Helbeorn spoke up.

 

“I’m in favor of those two.”

 

Naturally, Nikolai’s face hardened fiercely.

 

“Are you crazy too.”

 

“Since that scoundrel is stepping up like that, it’s actually good. I really hated the idea of political marriage, so thanks to him, won’t my marriage be a bit easier too?”

 

Next to swordsmanship, the most important things in his life were love and marriage. In that sense, Docheop’s marriage had lowered the high barrier of family status.

 

“You think something as trivial as marriage is more important than the family’s prestige?”

 

At the growling voice, Helbeorn flinched and trembled. Nikolai was an excellent knight, but he was also a typical high-ranking nobleman. He resembled their father exactly, someone who lived and died for the family. While he greatly respected that aspect, he also couldn’t understand it.

 

“It’s important to me. You wouldn’t understand, brother.”

 

Saying that, Helbeorn stepped back one pace.

 

Definitely not because he was scared.

 

‘I’m the strongest, after all.’

 

Now I have enough power to beat big brother!

 

But even as he said that, he moved his feet busily. Helbeorn threw down the bundle he was carrying, worried that Nikolai might charge at him.

 

“Don’t lock me up, lock up that bastard instead. He’s a Holy Knight, so be extra careful!”

 

“Holy Knight? What kind of bullshit is that, Helbeorn!”

 

“Brother, take a look for yourself. Mother won’t believe what I’m saying. That’s the same guy I saw at the border last time. He’s exactly the same as that bastard.”

 

“If you caught such a monstrosity, you should have reported it first. Where the hell have you been keeping your wits lately, Helbeorn!”

 

Nikolai, who was used to his younger brother’s increasingly twisted and unseemly behavior, shouted loudly, but Helbeorn leisurely escaped and ran away from him.

 

Honestly, this time Nikolai was in the wrong. He had locked him up in prison for several days even though he had done nothing wrong, and it was Hallara who had saved him.

 

However, he didn’t care whether he got on his bad side or not.

 

“Seriously, you can’t rely on people who call themselves older brothers!”

 

“Helbeorn.”

 

Helbeorn, who thought he was finally free, furrowed his brow. In the place where he had escaped from Nikolai, Docheop stood crookedly.

 

“Can’t you just leave me alone?”

 

Helbeorn scratched his vocal cords and cracked his neck with sharp movements. Docheop looked at the sword that Helbeorn, who had crossed his arms as if fed up, was preciously carrying.

 

How does Helbeorn.

 

“Have the blood sword?”

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