Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 53

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Episode 53

 

Blood Sword.

 

Docheop ran his hand through his hair.

 

It was already troublesome enough that something like a Holy Knight had suddenly appeared, but to think he’d get to see the Blood Sword—a weapon that even he, who had conquered this world, had never once been able to touch.

 

While the Holy Knight could be dismissed as being related to the family’s downfall, the Blood Sword was a different matter entirely.

 

The master blacksmith who had been hiding in Bloodmere.

 

Even that person had said they never saw an awakened Blood Sword in their lifetime.

 

Blood Swords were said to be scattered throughout the world, but the people who could awaken such a sword were…

 

“Nallari found it for me. Don’t you dare covet it.”

 

“…Nallari?”

 

“Can’t you even recognize your own woman’s name?”

 

Helbeorn let out a hollow laugh and sneered.

 

“You’re saying Hallara gave it to you?”

 

“Yeah, that woman. She said she found a sword that would suit someone as great as me.”

 

In truth, she had thrown it at him in terror, but in Helbeorn’s rose-tinted memories, that’s how it happened.

 

‘Hallara again.’

 

She had restored a famous sword for him through Moldorf and a master craftsman, and now she had given Helbeorn a Blood Sword.

 

Moreover, the Blood Sword was in an awakened state.

 

“When did that sword become like that?”

 

The Blood Sword might have remained as an old war trophy of the family, but it couldn’t have been in an awakened state.

 

Helbeorn looked at his sword.

 

Had Docheop recognized the Blood Sword that pulsed and writhed with the same heartbeat as his own?

 

“Looks like a 1-star weakling knows this sword is something special.”

 

“I asked when it became like this.”

 

Docheop asked again.

 

Helbeorn felt once more the same unease he had experienced when facing him before.

 

Clearly, Helbeorn had awakened his blood energy and should have an immeasurably large gap between himself and Docheop.

 

Yet why did he still feel suppressed by Docheop?

 

‘This is infuriating!’

 

Just as he was thinking that both Nikolai and Docheop were nothing but annoying pests, he sensed an aura from Docheop that he hadn’t felt before.

 

“You bastard, did you awaken?”

 

“Thanks for the congratulations.”

 

“Really? Are you serious!?”

 

Only then could he feel it clearly through their blood. Because they were blood brothers, he could sense even more distinctly that he had broken through to 5-star.

 

“Really strange things have been happening lately.”

 

“So about that sword.”

 

“You think I’d tell you?”

 

Helbeorn snorted.

 

Giving him the information he wanted was a different matter entirely.

 

‘I’m the strongest.’

 

Since Docheop knew Helbeorn’s temperament well, he gave up asking about the sword.

 

“I can just ask Hallara.”

 

“Damn it! This is a secret between me and Nallari!”

 

“…A secret between you two?”

 

Docheop, who hadn’t moved a muscle, twisted his eyebrows at those words.

 

Helbeorn’s lips curled up in a grin as if this was exactly what he wanted.

 

“That’s right. Why do you think she gave it to me instead of you? She probably thought giving it to a weakling like you would only cause trouble. But she gave this sword to me—not father, not my older brother, but me? What do you think that means?”

 

“What does it mean?”

 

Thumbs up!

 

Helbeorn stretched out his hand and pointed to his own face.

 

“It means I’m the strongest in the family.”

 

It was complete nonsense.

 

Docheop turned around with cold eyes.

 

He judged that there was no information to be gained from Helbeorn, whether about Holy Knights or anything else.

 

“Hey!!”

 

Hallara…

 

Her face kept circling in his increasingly complicated thoughts.

 

‘Just what exactly are you?’

 

He needed to prevent the family’s destruction immediately, yet his suspicions about her only deepened.

 

***

 

Madam Michelle left to tour the kitchen.

 

In the meantime, I gathered information about the Holy Church.

 

The overwhelmingly grand ducal study.

 

In fact, it was a place that a commoner like me couldn’t even approach. It was practically a treasure vault where precious books passed down through generations of the family were stored.

 

However, when the shopkeeper discovered me lingering nearby, he readily opened the door for me.

 

“Thank you for the tea you gave to the lady last time.”

 

Along with a brief word of thanks.

 

‘I guess Francesca didn’t tell him about how she cried her eyes out peeling onions because of me.’

 

If he had heard that, the loyal shopkeeper wouldn’t have looked upon me so favorably. Ignorance is bliss—what a fortunate thing.

 

The study, thick with the scent of expensive old wood and paper, had a ceiling so high it made your neck stiff to look up. Wooden bookshelves connecting that ceiling to the floor were packed tight with neatly arranged books.

 

As if to show once again that this was K-fantasy, the books were arranged in Korean alphabetical order.

 

“Here it is.”

 

Following that path, I finally found a book about Holy Knights. While their movements only appeared in the latter part of the novel, the more information about them, the better.

 

‘They’re looking for me. This reeks of trouble.’

 

I needed to investigate the connection between them and Hallara—that is, the Brinihanta family.

 

A fallen angel cursed for betraying God.

 

The name of the one who fell with his wings torn was ‘Johannes of Lucidpol.’

 

He despised the humans that God loved.

 

Humans were pathetically weak beings. Despite being weak, they hated, despised, slandered, and killed each other.

 

When the misfortunes they brought upon themselves struck, they would invariably pour out resentment toward God, claiming He had abandoned them.

 

Hearing tens of millions of complaints each day, God wept and suffered in anguish.

 

Johannes told him to abandon humanity.

 

God said that humans were beings worthy of love in themselves, and that He shed tears because He was saddened by His inability to embrace their pain.

 

That was written as the catalyst for Johannes’s decision to betray God.

 

“This guy’s also a complete bundle of abandonment issues. God loved humans, so he came down to kill humans?”

 

Johannes fell to the Demon Realm after losing his wings in his corruption, but caught the Demon King’s eye and came to the human world with borrowed power.

 

He planned to wipe out the human race, but seeing this, God granted humans the power to oppose him—and that was the stars.

 

Humans who awakened this power gained tremendous strength, and those who first awakened different powers established families and united to create a great empire.

 

Then they joined forces to seal Johannes’s power and confined him in an abandoned temple.

 

After the long war ended, peace arrived. The tens of thousands of Holy Knights who had revered and followed him were confined with him and were presumed to have died out. The abandoned temple was surrounded by a massive barrier created with power inherited from each family.

 

The Five Great Families, heroes of the war, each led the empire to great success, but among them, the Brinihanta family, which had grown strong by communicating with spirits, was destroyed, leaving the current Four Great Families, and the empire was divided based on territory rather than family.

 

“Right. There’s no way there could be a connection.”

 

Not only was it one of the families that had sealed Johannes, but the Brinihanta family was only destroyed more than ten years after Johannes was sealed.

 

There was no connection between the two.

 

And the connection between them and Bloodmere was even more…

 

“Is he trying to get revenge….”

 

That’s the only thing that comes to mind.

 

To Johannes, a powerful person would be the main culprit who ruined his plans.

 

In the novel, Johannes was the final villain.

 

Docheop left his family to embark on an adventure for revenge, but as he grew, he became a hero who saved the world, separate from his family’s vengeance.

 

It was because he saw himself in those who lived alone after losing their families helplessly to evil people.

 

Hoping that there wouldn’t be a second Docheop, he moved forward.

 

While fighting enemies, he sometimes met people from Bloodmere.

 

They were traitors.

 

However, Docheop didn’t resent them, nor did he interrogate them to find out who was behind it all. That soldier was far too insignificant an existence to be his opponent. He probably forgot about him quickly from his mind….

 

“Wait, wait, wait. There was a traitor!”

 

But I, as a reader, didn’t forget.

 

Back then, public opinion about Docheop wavered greatly once.

 

Why didn’t he just kill him, they said.

 

“A little rat was listening.”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Nikolai, with eyes full of disgust, was looking at me, though I didn’t know when he had arrived.

 

The wrinkles between Nikolai’s brows had noticeably deepened recently.

 

If only his father the Duke had been there, he wouldn’t have been under this much stress.

 

But now, with his absence, Nikolai was the one who had to peacefully protect the family as its head.

 

‘I still haven’t gotten used to this weight.’

 

The Duke was often away due to wars.

 

He knew well that the Duke had been putting excessive effort into wars recently, especially to pass the family down to his grown children.

 

For the sake of his father who would even risk death for the family, Nikolai had to protect the family.

 

This sense of responsibility always weighed down on his shoulders.

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