Surviving as the Wife of the Swordsmanship Clan’s Troublemaker - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

After finishing my meal with a satisfied belly, I launched into telling Docheop everything that had happened.
How Ludvin had burst in at the crack of dawn with his shameless demands, and how he’d used me as an excuse in the process.
I unleashed all the pent-up frustrations about my in-laws that I couldn’t voice to Nikolai and Francesca.
“…Where is Uncle anyway?”
I’d been hoping for some light sympathy, but Docheop’s expression turned far more serious than I expected. He’d finished eating, yet still gripped his knife tightly.
“I’ll go handle it.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Throw him out.”
“No. There’s no need for that.”
I gasped and waved my hands frantically as I watched him rise with the knife still in his grip.
“You’re going to let yourself be disrespected like that?”
“It’s not like this is something new.”
“Not anymore. I’m here now.”
He spoke in a low voice. Watching him roll up his sleeves in response to hearing I’d been disrespected made my chest tighten.
In this world, I’d never truly had anyone in my corner, always navigating alone—but with him, it felt like I could lean on someone.
“You know what Ludvin is like, don’t you? He won’t just let this slide.”
“Neither will I.”
At the genuine anger in his voice, I let out a small laugh.
“Actually, I didn’t want to say this…”
“Tell me everything. Nothing about the current situation will change anyway.”
“Actually…”
I hesitated for a moment, then seeing him waiting with bated breath, I opened my mouth carefully.
“Ludvin has already left for the Capital.”
“He left?”
“Yes. He rushed off to the Capital saying he had urgent business.”
Someone like Ludvin was already handled by me. He was the easiest type of person for me to deal with.
By now, he was probably racking his brains trying to figure out how to monetize the information about the Emperor of the Northern Empire.
“What about the building you mentioned earlier—your mother’s property? He didn’t take it, did he?”
“Of course not. I couldn’t hand it over so easily.”
“Did he take something else?”
Docheop asked with a puzzled expression. He clearly knew what kind of person Ludvin was.
“I packed him a jar of kimchi.”
Even in his rush, Ludvin had taken the kimchi. When I mentioned it was twenty gold per jar, he finally protested, “Why are we charging family?” but took it anyway.
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing.”
“Truly?”
“Maybe he just really liked my kimchi?”
“That’s fair enough.”
He quickly acknowledged it. Laughter burst forth across his serious face. The tension that had gripped his body completely dissolved.
“I was joking, and I did sell him a piece of information. Ludvin is an information broker, after all. I handed over information far more valuable than a building, so he left.”
I laid it bare before him honestly. There was nothing left to hide from him at this point.
“You made him leave with just information? He usually doesn’t move for mere information.”
I glanced briefly around before leaning in and whispering near his ear.
“The Emperor of the Northern Empire isn’t actually the Emperor’s biological son.”
Then I studied his face.
To be honest, he could have been angry. He might have demanded to know how I came by such absurd information, and if it proved false, Ludvin would demand even more from me—he could have criticized me for such reckless behavior.
“Where did you hear that information?”
As expected, he asked about the source. Since it was a question I’d anticipated, I answered immediately.
“Junel told me.”
He knew of Junel but couldn’t see them, so this was the clearest excuse I had. He regarded me quietly for a moment before asking carefully.
“Do you communicate with spirits often?”
“Whenever I’m alone, I’m almost always talking with them. Junel is incredibly talkative, so I’ve nearly been caught by May several times. She probably thinks I talk to myself constantly.”
“I see.”
He murmured softly.
“They share a lot of information with me. Those legendary blades I sent to the Knight Order before—I found them all because Junel told me about them. They even taught me how to restore legendary blades that were damaged and unusable.”
“Did that spirit also make you give me Phasma?”
“Yes.”
In truth, I had given Phasma to him after reading the original work, but I had no choice but to answer this way.
“And it was also that spirit who told you to pass that information to your uncle?”
“That was my decision. I thought it would be advantageous for us if Ludvin had that information.”
“Why?”
“Actually, I heard that the source of this information is the Holy Church. Morgan is a traitor from the Holy Church. There’s no reason to protect them.”
For now, the Holy Church was the faction with the greatest potential to bring down Bloodmere. If Ludvin used the information about the Emperor, the outcome was obvious.
“The Emperor will change, and the Holy Church’s true nature will be exposed—it’s only a matter of time.”
Docheop said.
“Exactly. Then Seraphim’s Paradise will become a major target of investigation. It will also be an opportunity to root out any remaining traitors besides Morgan.”
“Hallara.”
He called my name in a soft voice. He looked like he wanted to say something else.
“What were you trying to say earlier? Tell me now.”
I couldn’t help myself and grabbed him, asking.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“No. There was something. But whatever happens now, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
A faint smile appeared on Docheop’s composed face.
He, who had looked troubled just moments before, now wore an expression of relief.
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Docheop left after asking a strange question.
Why had I thrown a tantrum about not seeing the Physician when my stomach hurt last time—that kind of odd inquiry.
“Of course it was because I was afraid my identity would be exposed.”
Since he already knew who I was, I’d assumed he’d picked up on that much. But apparently he hadn’t, because he let out a scoff and said he’d find someone trustworthy for me anyway, in case I fell ill again.
“He was really strange today.”
As I strolled through the Garden to aid my digestion, I recalled Docheop’s demeanor from earlier. He’d seemed no different from usual when I saw him in my Room, but something about him had shifted subtly starting from the Banquet Hall.
Had he discussed something with May?
He hadn’t followed me to the Banquet Hall—the two of them had stayed behind.
“But where on earth did May go?”
In any case, May hadn’t returned to the Banquet Hall long after the meal ended. I hadn’t seen her in my Room either.
Wondering if she might have followed me, I scanned the Garden, and there I encountered an unexpected person.
“Ugh, it’s Nikolai.”
I’d thought I wouldn’t run into him in the Garden.
But as if he’d heard that mutter, Nikolai turned his head.
Ha ha.
I laughed awkwardly and lowered my gaze.
It was my way of signaling we should each go our separate ways.
Yet Nikolai, upon seeing me, strode directly toward me.
“Eek.”
Watching him approach with that intimidating expression, I instinctively stepped backward. Nikolai’s brow furrowed with displeasure as he drew near.
“You’re making a face like you’ve seen something you shouldn’t have.”
I wanted to say “you,” but instead I waved my hands frantically in denial.
At that, Nikolai’s gaze fixed on my arm.
“It suits you well enough.”
The golden bracelet he’d given me hung on my wrist.
I’d simply forgotten to remove it—but fortunately, this worked out.
“I was only planning to wear it today because it’s so precious. I’ll treasure it as a family heirloom.”
“Why bother. Wear it until it’s worn through.”
“No, I’m rather clumsy, so I might lose it. It would be better to preserve it as a heirloom instead.”
“If you lose it, I’ll buy you another.”
“Pardon?”
Again?
“Keep wearing it.”
“Yes…”
I relented. Since he said he’d buy me another, I was already hatching an ambitious plan to “lose” it and receive a new bracelet.
“What did you tell my uncle?”
Nikolai asked about the earlier incident. Apparently, since Ludvin had left quietly after making such a fuss, he was curious about what had transpired.
“I simply mentioned that you’re the uncle of our dear Docheop, so I behaved prettily.”
“That’s nonsense.”
Nikolai’s expression grew serious.
“If you find it hard to believe, go ask Ludvin yourself.”
“So you’re saying you won’t tell me.”
“It seems Ludvin hasn’t told you either, so I can’t be the first to speak of it.”
There was no way Ludvin would have told him.
Thanks to that, I was able to make my excuse without any burden.
“Sigh.”
“They say sighing lets your fortune escape.”
“Seems like it.”
But why was this happening?
As he spoke those words, Nikolai let out a deflated laugh, and the perpetually furrowed expression on his face softened.
As the tension drained from his features, his appearance transformed noticeably. I nearly gasped aloud—he looked so much like Docheop.
“Are you not going to answer this question either?”
“What question?”
“The favor. What I promised to do for you in exchange for catching the traitor.”

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