Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

I just heard some kind of sound.

“What did you just do?”

“…What. Won’t you get lost?”

“I was about to leave, but then you told me to sit down.”

“Get lost right now. I’ve said everything I needed to say.”

Nikolai answered in a tone like Helbeorn’s.

He’s definitely flustered. He’s acting like this because he’s embarrassed about burping while talking.

“I don’t think I heard everything you had to say. Young master, you burped…”

“I asked if you think you’ve become an official member of Bloodmere just because of that wedding!”

Seeing his noble attitude completely crumble, I’m certain.

He’s flustered.

“You didn’t say that much though.”

“I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I said I did. If I say so, you should just accept it. Where do you get off talking back?”

“But no. I definitely didn’t hear it.”

“I’m telling you I did!”

Burrrp-!

…

A moment of silence followed.

Nikolai very slowly closed his mouth.

But it was too late.

“You did it.”

A burp.

He shot it right at my face, so there was no way I couldn’t hear it.

This one was even done so properly that it was satisfying for the listener too.

Nikolai had already turned around.

Was it just my imagination that the nape of his neck visible beside his tightly bound long hair looked redder than his hair?

More importantly.

“Young master, you haven’t been digesting properly lately, have you?”

This heavy smell rising up.

‘It’s exactly the same as the burp smell from when my husband, who had been a manager forever, was playing golf with the director every weekend because of his promotion.’

Back then, my mother-in-law called every day nagging me to take care of my husband’s health first, so I made all kinds of healthy food.

It’s been a while, such a long while.

“…Hit.”

“You want me to pat your back?”

I stood up and quickly went behind him.

I thought he might want to throw up.

“Shut up!”

He cursed in a way that wasn’t like him. Looking closely, his complexion was really bad too. The skin visible beside the flush was yellow.

“Then I’ll keep my mouth shut and pat your back. Come here.”

I clenched my fist and raised my hand to hit his back.

I was going to put strength into it to give Nikolai a good beating so his stomach would feel completely clear.

“Get out.”

“Young master, burping is a natural phenomenon. Besides, you’re not feeling well. Right?”

He bit his lip.

Oh my.

He must have been in a lot of pain.

I felt a bit sorry.

Nikolai’s stomach must be in terrible condition because of the traitor too.

I thought he was such a cold-hearted person that he wouldn’t even feel stress.

“Young master, wait a moment.”

I left Nikolai’s office just like that. Nikolai stayed in that same spot as if he had turned to ice.

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A little while later.

I visited Nikolai’s office again.

In the meantime, he had even put on glasses and was sitting at his desk looking at documents. Anyone could see he was pretending to be busy.

“Get out.”

“Yes. Just let me do this one thing.”

Despite his sharp gaze, I paid no attention and approached him.

Then I snatched away the pen he seemed to be holding for show and grabbed his hand.

“What are you doing!”

“Why? Do you think I’m doing this because I want to affectionately hold the young master’s hand?”

We’re not that kind of relationship.

“Won’t you let go?”

“Stay still. I’ll make you comfortable.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Hey. If you move now, you’ll really get hurt.”

I held up the needle I had borrowed from May. Nikolai’s eyes widened at the large, sharp needle.

“Are you really crazy? Are you trying to kill me?”

“If you stay still you’ll live, but if not you might die?”

Taking advantage of Nikolai being distracted by the needle, I wrapped his finger tightly with thread.

“You, you really are in cahoots with Morgan. How dare someone like you try to kill me with something like that!”

Go ahead and babble all you want.

I’m going to prick you.

“Put that thing away!”

Prick.

I pricked his hand.

I properly pierced the very center of his thumb tip with the needle.

“Ahhh!!!”

I thought my eardrums would burst.

“Oh my, look at this. Black blood is coming out.”

Dark red blood formed a round drop under his thumbnail.

“You’re properly suffering from indigestion.”

“My finger…! You pierced my finger with that needle?”

“I just pricked it lightly.”

There’s nothing better than this for indigestion.

Some people say it’s just folk medicine and useless, but for me, the indigestion would go down after pricking my hand.

“There, now you should feel a bit more comfortable.”

“It hurts! Do you want to die?”

“Someone who’s lived their whole life holding only swords is scared of this little needle? This small, cute thing?”

When I waved the needle around, Nikolai’s philtrum twitched.

“I did it all thinking of you, young master. If you can’t digest properly, how can you focus on those documents?”

“Pricking something like that will cure it? You call that reasoning? Where did you hear such nonsense!”

Nikolai flew into a rage. His nape turned red too.

Is getting excited at the sight of blood a characteristic of Bloodmere? I first wiped the blood with a handkerchief and coaxed him.

“Everyone reacts like that at first. Now, getting angry isn’t good for digestion. You’re not going to die, so sit here and try drinking this.”

I brought the teapot that came with it. When I opened the teapot lid, a pleasant sweet aroma wafted out.

“Is it poison this time?”

“You said you had indigestion, but have you lost your sense of smell too? It’s clearly the scent of honey.”

Ahem!

Nikolai coughed loudly.

I brought the back of my hand to his forehead to check if he had a fever. Nikolai jerked back as if startled.

He really must be sick. Normally he would have glared at me like he wanted to kill me, or actually tried to kill me by quietly drawing his sword, but seeing him react so strongly like this.

“Do you want to die?”

“Hmm. Well, you don’t have a fever. So it’s not a cold.”

“What?”

“Drink it while it’s warm. It’ll help.”

Lightly ignoring his murderous gaze, I poured tea into his teacup. Hot steam rose up toward his face. He still looked flustered and annoyed.

“Just one sip. It’s tea that’s good for digestion and stress relief. I brought out my precious honey ginger that I was saving, thinking of you, young master.”

It was made with Manuka honey I bought from Bruno Guild last time. It’s honey that’s good for inflammation and immunity, so I paid a high price for it. I had no intention of giving it to Nikolai, but I was being generous.

Manuka honey with ginger and even peppermint.

All the good stuff went in.

Whether he knew I was being generously kind or not, Nikolai didn’t drink and kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Don’t want to drink it? You’ll regret it. If you drink this, your body will feel warm and light.”

Even at my words, he remained stubbornly silent.

Fine then.

“Then I’ll drink it all up.”

I immediately tried to snatch the teacup away.

“…Such an ill-mannered commoner.”

He muttered quietly and pulled the teacup back toward himself.

“I was just about to call a maid because I was thirsty anyway. Good timing.”

Of course you’re thirsty after all that yelling.

Slurp.

Sitting up straight, he finally drank the tea. His face, which had been pretending to be calm, immediately scrunched up.

“What is this awful taste? Ugh.”

He must have properly tasted the sharp flavor of ginger.

“It’s all good for your body.”

I expected him to complain about whether I’d put poison in it, but Nikolai drank the tea without grumbling. He did scrunch up his face from time to time.

Watching him quietly, I suddenly had this thought.

‘He’s only big in size, but when you think about it, he’s much younger than I was in my previous life.’

Even as the eldest son, he’s still young, not even thirty yet.

He’s young to shoulder this vast manor. Even if he is an 8th-class knight.

“Our young master is drinking well. Go down smoothly, smoothly.”

Feeling somewhat sympathetic, I patted his back firmly. I thought he’d get angry and tell me to stop, but Nikolai just quietly sipped his tea.

I stayed quietly by his side like that until he emptied all the tea in the teapot.

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“…Have I finally gone insane.”

Only after a long while had passed since Hallara left the study did Nikolai slowly open his mouth.

He could still taste the ginger and peppermint lingering in his mouth.

Then suddenly remembering that he had burped in Hallara’s face, he grabbed at his neatly tied hair.

“I have gone insane. I must be possessed by an evil spirit!”

There was no greater humiliation than this.

How could he do that in front of someone…

And in front of the family’s disgrace of all people!

“Why did I just accept and drink that stuff!”

He couldn’t understand why he had just stayed still and let Hallara do as she pleased. The tea had simply warmed his body, making his mind hazy, and somehow her touch hadn’t been unpleasant.

“Damn it!”

His whole body tingling with an unfamiliar sensation, Nikolai stood up from his chair and punched the wall. Cracks appeared in the solid manor wall.

Grumble-!

In the midst of it all, his stomach, which had been upset for days, finally settled comfortably.

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