Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 78

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Chapter 78

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Moldorf took a sip of the tea placed before him and set it down.

“The tea isn’t warm, it’s cold.”

The brownish tea retained its full aroma even while cold. He drained the remaining tea in one gulp. The cool sensation traveled down his throat.

“It’s tea that Hallara made. Made from barley.”

Docheop also drank the cold tea and spoke.

“How fascinating.”

“Wonderful, isn’t it.”

“…Yes.”

Moldorf answered slowly and looked at him. Docheop bragging about his wife was quite unfamiliar.

He didn’t know well since he wasn’t married, but he thought Docheop might be living proof of the saying that people really change when they like someone. It wasn’t that he disliked it. It was just fascinating.

“Did you come to meet boring old me, leaving behind such a wonderful wife, because of this tea?”

Moldorf asked, looking down wistfully at his empty teacup.

No matter how much Docheop had changed, it seemed unlikely that two men, not noble ladies, would meet just to drink tea.

“That’s one of the big reasons.”

“Really?”

“Moldorf. I don’t even have a friend to share a cup of tea with.”

“What? Ah. I see.”

I see, Moldorf nodded his large head.

“Isn’t that pitiful?”

“Not particularly.”

“I see.”

If that’s how it looks.

Docheop smiled lightly and crossed his legs.

“Your attitude before your master is truly poor.”

Moldorf immediately pointed this out.

“Is it?”

“Since you passed the test, young master, you are strictly speaking my disciple as well.”

“Moldorf. But tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how many stars I’ve awakened to?”

“After the last test ended, you awakened to 4 stars in Kernhol… but that wasn’t the end, I suppose.”

Indeed, the aura he’d been sensing wasn’t ordinary. The pressure bearing down on him wasn’t at a mere 4-star level.

“6 stars.”

“When did you awaken?”

“A few days ago when I defeated Azraheldra.”

“Impressive.”

Though it was a simple answer, Moldorf felt amazement like never before in his life.

He knew well how arduous the process had been for Docheop to become even a 1-star soldier.

And even after barely achieving 1 star, when advancing to 2 stars, he had stumbled and faltered countless times.

But now he was already at 6 stars. The same as himself, his master.

“I’ll soon reach 7 stars.”

“I believe you will.”

Awakening was also about momentum, and he thought there was nothing this man couldn’t do once caught in such a torrent.

“Since I’m at an equivalent level to you, can’t I cross my legs a bit?”

“That’s a separate matter.”

Haha.

At his firm words, Docheop uncrossed his legs. Then he looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Moldorf. Actually, this moment feels like a dream to me.”

“I imagine it would. With successive awakenings and even crossing your legs before your master. The word ‘scoundrel’ wasn’t entirely unfounded, it seems.”

“Right? I never thought the day would come when I’d be like this before my master.”

Docheop recalled the night before returning. In the past, he had blamed his master for his inability to awaken and fled the 3rd Knight Division.

When he later returned to the training grounds, Moldorf was already dead with swords pierced all over his body.

He never imagined they’d sit face to face sharing tea like this.

“Let’s end the sentimentality here.”

“Yes. Let’s go out and start training.”

“We should. But there’s something I need to discuss first.”

The smile completely disappeared from Docheop’s face.

“The family will soon be caught up in a great battle.”

“What kind of trouble is there?”

“There will be. And in that battle, no one from the family may survive.”

The story that the Bloodmere Family, a long-standing heroic house, would fall.

Though it was hard to believe, Docheop’s words didn’t seem like lies at all.

“Moldorf. That’s why I returned. I absolutely don’t want to make this moment just a past memory.”

He hoped such daily life would continue in the future as well.

“To protect the family, we need dozens of times our current military strength. But we’re absolutely short on time right now.”

“But isn’t it strange that no one knows about such a great crisis befalling the family?”

Moldorf was a soldier who faithfully followed his superior’s orders. But he wasn’t a fool who would blindly follow unreliable words.

“Only Hallara and I know so far.”

At the unexpected name, Moldorf’s eyebrows narrowed.

“Yesterday at the wedding, Hallara discovered the traitor. But this is just the beginning.”

She caught a traitor?

“Is that reliable information?”

Following her restoration of the famous sword, she continued her surprising actions, but trusting her was a separate matter for Moldorf.

“Trust her.”

However, Docheop completely trusted her words.

It didn’t seem like he was acting this way simply blinded by love. Docheop genuinely trusted Hallara. There seemed to be other reasons for his faith in her.

When Moldorf remained silent for a moment, Docheop clasped his hands together and spoke first.

“From now on, things beyond common sense will unfold. So much so that my crossing my legs just now will seem like nothing. You’ll probably hear about the coming battle soon too. By then, it might be too late to prepare.”

“…Who is the enemy that requires such military strength?”

Bloodmere was the family with the highest military power even in the Western Empire. The soldiers the Duke took to war against the Northern Kingdom were only a small fraction. And the standby forces ready to join battle at any time were also tremendous.

Yet saying even that wasn’t enough wasn’t because Docheop didn’t understand military strength.

“The Holy Church.”

The enemy was a legend sleeping in history.

“Beings who could destroy humanity if they set their minds to it.”

Because it was them.

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Meanwhile, Nikolai, still unaware of the full situation, finally stood before the prison to interrogate the traitor.

Under the dim light of the underground prison, he could see the bound figure of the guard captain.

Gazing at him, Nikolai took slow steps forward.

Though Morgan had been captured quite some time ago, Nikolai was only now making his way to the prison.

He would have liked to question him immediately after the arrest, but Nikolai needed time to accept the fact that Morgan was a traitor.

“Morgan Pedrick.”

A calm voice flowed out.

The middle-aged man raised his head.

In the brief time, Morgan’s face had also become quite battered.

“Viscount.”

A hoarse sound came from his throat as well.

Nikolai’s brow furrowed involuntarily.

“How many years has it been since you entered the family?”

“Twenty-eight years.”

“You entered this family the year I was born.”

“That’s right. When the Viscount was born, they said they were hiring new people, so I applied…”

His low voice echoed through the prison.

“Then you’ve been working for the family since you were twelve years old.”

Nikolai paused for a beat before asking.

“So you approached us at that young age intending to act as a spy for the family?”

His breathing gradually became rougher.

Morgan didn’t avoid his eyes.

“A spy? That’s unfair.”

“You’re not going to pretend you don’t know this emblem, are you?”

Nikolai thrust a piece of paper under the dim light. Morgan leaned his face closer to examine it and frowned.

“Did you go through my belongings?”

“Do you think I would have leisurely drunk champagne at the wedding after capturing you?”

While Morgan was imprisoned, all of his belongings and activities had been thoroughly reported to Nikolai. However, no particularly suspicious clues were found.

But Nikolai had known Morgan for a long time. He also knew the places where Morgan often went alone to smoke cigars. And among the cigar ashes, he discovered a small note that had been partially burned.

That’s how he found this emblem.

“Explain what this emblem is.”

“I don’t know either. It’s probably just a stain.”

Morgan answered with wide eyes.

“Well, criminals rarely confess their crimes directly.”

“Viscount! Why exactly are you suspecting me? I’m Morgan. The same Morgan who has served you since childhood and threw himself into family matters without regard for consequences.”

Morgan let out a hoarse voice as if feeling wronged.

Morgan, who had never once been caught before, was confident.

He hadn’t expected that the note he received from the messenger would remain partially unburned, but even so, there was no way they could interpret it. The Holy Church had used codes that only they could decipher for generations.

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