Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 56

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Episode 56

 

“No.”

 

‘Fairies are kind. Not cold like you.’

 

If Junel had been here, she would have given him a good scolding. But Junel had been busy following Helbeorn around ever since he awakened his bloodlust.

 

The more we talked, the more frustrating it seemed to become.

 

Docheop had endured such hostility and hatred all this time. I was newly impressed by how remarkable he was.

 

Of course, even when talking with Docheop, I couldn’t let my guard down.

 

“Even if it’s just because I’m afraid of you, I must catch the traitor.”

 

“Don’t even dream of a grand wedding. If you had any expectations, put them aside now.”

 

At words that reminded me exactly of my mother-in-law, I smiled brightly and bowed my waist.

 

“Don’t tell anyone about this. If you run your mouth, it means death.”

 

“Yes.”

 

It would be best for both of us to end the conversation here.

 

***

 

Leaving the suffocating conversation behind, I hurriedly exited the main building.

 

Then I stumbled on the stairs, my body swayed and soon I was floating in the air.

 

“You’re about to fall.”

 

“Young master?”

 

Thanks to Docheop, I seemed to have learned levitation.

 

He grabbed my waist with one hand and carefully set me down.

 

“Your stomach isn’t full at all.”

 

“What should I eat to feel full?”

 

“Haven’t you eaten?”

 

“No. I’m hungry.”

 

“Let’s go eat.”

 

“Good.”

 

So I walked toward the annex with Docheop. I looked up at him walking quietly and asked.

 

“You left in a hurry earlier, did you resolve the matter?”

 

“No, more work piled up.”

 

Docheop looked deeply troubled.

 

His shadowed black eyes beneath his hair seemed to be measuring me.

 

“Let me say first that I don’t know a thing about the Holy Church. I’m not involved.”

 

“I know. If you were, you would have fled when I brought that guy back.”

 

“You know me well?”

 

If the original Hallara had been involved, there would have been no way to preserve her life without fleeing immediately.

 

Forget about family destruction or whatever, I’d have to save myself first.

 

“No. I don’t know you at all.”

 

“Then why do you keep such a woman around?”

 

“Because I don’t know.”

 

Docheop smiled. Even his eyes crinkled.

 

“For reference, you’re the one who brought me here.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Do you regret it?”

 

Surely he wouldn’t throw me out empty-handed at this point.

 

I was just starting to adapt and live comfortably.

 

“No. I decided not to do things I’d regret. No matter what happens, I’ll stick to that.”

 

He spoke in a serious tone.

 

I hoped so too, but did Docheop know?

 

That after the family’s destruction, he would spend his life carrying the emotion of regret on his journey.

 

That he would try to fill the gaping hole left by his family by loving others, but even so, it could never be filled.

 

“But what if you really do regret bringing me here?”

 

At those words, Docheop raised his eyebrows.

 

“Did you cause some trouble?”

 

“Maybe it’s because I’m a scoundrel’s woman, but causing trouble is my specialty.”

 

“Are you teasing me right now?”

 

“You’ve been so well-behaved lately that it seems I’m the one causing trouble.”

 

Come to think of it, Docheop might refuse the wedding.

 

He brought me here out of defiance, but he probably didn’t actually want to formally take me as his wife.

 

‘If he refuses, I’ll honestly tell him it’s to root out the traitor!’

 

Sorry to Nikolai, but there’s no choice.

 

“What is it. Tell me quickly. That’s the only way to solve it.”

 

“Let’s get married.”

 

I just blurted it out.

 

I said those words I thought I’d never say again in this lifetime.

 

“To be precise, I mean let’s have a wedding ceremony.”

 

I couldn’t bear to look at his face.

 

It wasn’t even a proper proposal, so I don’t know why I felt such embarrassment.

 

I’d rather he refused.

 

Then I could refreshingly tell him the real reason.

 

But Docheop, who had been urging me to speak quickly, didn’t give an answer.

 

“Could you please answer with yes or no?”

 

Finally, the impatient Korean spoke first.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You said to answer yes or no.”

 

Well, that’s true.

 

I looked up at Docheop’s face and blinked several times. There was no change in Docheop’s expression. Rather, he looked quite interested.

 

This isn’t a joke, this is real!

 

“It’s a wedding where everyone in the family will watch. It’s like you’re declaring you’re marrying me, a commoner and a courtesan. No backing out.”

 

“When did you openly call me ‘honey’ in front of the knight order?”

 

“That was…!”

 

That was different.

 

“Won’t you regret it?”

 

“Why would I regret it?”

 

Docheop looked at me as if stating something perfectly obvious.

 

“I’m taking a pretty woman who cooks well as my wife. They’ll be envious instead. But let me ask you one thing. You really don’t know anything about the Holy Church’s approach?”

 

“No. I told you so.”

 

“The sword you gave Helbeorn?”

 

That loose-lipped Helbeorn. He told him I gave it to him.

 

It would be troublesome if he found out the blood sword awakened because of me.

 

I immediately made a pitiful expression like Puss in Boots.

 

“Actually, you were chasing me like you were going to kill me. So I hid in the warehouse, but you found that too. So I grabbed any random sword from a box and pretended it was a famous blade, gave it to you, and ran away.”

 

“Any random one…?”

 

“It looked decent from the outside. It was all shiny and sparkly, so I thought this was it.”

 

“That’s all?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Don’t get close to Helbeorn.”

 

“That’s what I want. I’m scared of him too and don’t like him.”

 

Seeming satisfied with those words, Docheop smiled and embraced me.

 

Finding myself carried in a princess carry once again, I stared at him blankly.

 

“Why exactly are you carrying me?”

 

“In case you stumble around and the baby falls.”

 

Did he learn to say that from Michelle or something….

 

“People are staring.”

 

“You said you wanted to have a wedding in front of everyone, but this is embarrassing?”

 

I can’t win with words.

 

The problem is that the author gave the protagonist a speech buff just because he’s the main character.

 

“If you’re going to live with a scoundrel, you’ll have to put up with things like this. Right?”

 

“Fine.”

 

I just squeezed my eyes shut.

 

Knowing I couldn’t escape anyway, I decided to pretend to sleep.

 

“Sleep well.”

 

“I’m not sleeping.”

 

“Sleep. You must be tired.”

 

“I’m not going to sleep.”

 

Though I said that, his embrace was warm and comfortable, so I did feel sleepy.

 

***

 

Snore.

 

Hallara had fallen fast asleep while being held in Docheop’s arms.

 

Despite saying she wouldn’t sleep, she had instantly fallen into a deep slumber.

 

Hallara slept quietly with her golden hair scattered across his arm. Each time sunlight touched the fine strands, they shone transparently, looking like scattered yellow flower petals.

 

Despite being a commoner, she had luminous skin and an elegant appearance.

 

Her mysteriously captivating eyes sometimes seemed almost inhuman.

 

She who had once been nothing more than a seductress was different now.

 

An utterly innocent face.

 

A fool who couldn’t lie yet was full of lies.

 

Even if someone changed suddenly, there should be limits.

 

“What wedding.”

 

Docheop let out a hollow laugh as he recalled their recent conversation.

 

“Is she in her right mind at a time like this.”

 

The Holy Church had come looking for her, yet without any explanation she wanted to have a wedding.

 

“She could just tell me honestly and it would be fine.”

 

But Hallara wouldn’t do that.

 

He thought as he touched her chin with his fingertips.

 

“She’s planning to become bait.”

 

Someone related to the Holy Church had come looking for her, so she couldn’t just stay still. Probably no one would leisurely talk about marriage or such things.

 

One thing was certain: she also didn’t know why the Holy Church was looking for her. That much seemed to be true.

 

“What exactly is your identity.”

 

The Holy Church that had begun revealing itself earlier than in the past.

 

And the blood sword that even he, who had once conquered the world, had never been able to grasp.

 

Hallara who was connected to both of those things.

 

With the facts about her that he had suddenly learned, Docheop’s attention began to focus entirely on her.

 

“Mmm.”

 

Docheop murmured as he brushed away Hallara’s hair that was tickling his chest.

 

“You might be from that family.”

 

A clan that had vanished into history.

 

It was an absurd imagination.

 

The previous Docheop would have thought so.

 

However, there are no absurd things in this world.

 

Only inevitability and fate exist.

 

So there was no way Hallara would be a useless extra in his story.

 

“Let me find out about the you that you don’t know.”

 

Docheop walked for quite a while carrying Hallara like that.

 

Until she woke up.

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