Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 113
Maya walked along the familiar path toward the training grounds.
Seeing Reserfield walking ahead of her brought back a flood of emotions.
‘…It’s more bearable than I thought.’
As before, seeing Reserfield made anger rise within her.
‘Because he’s the one who ruined my life.’
But she decided not to dwell on it too deeply.
It was true that Reserfield had destroyed her life, but spending the time she had gained in her new life hating him felt wasteful.
‘Tristan said he plans to take Reserfield down.’
Now that the revolution had begun, it wouldn’t take long for his downfall.
This time, it could happen even faster.
Even in her past life, Reserfield would have quickly fallen into decline without Maya’s involvement.
Though she hated to admit it, Maya’s swordsmanship had effectively instilled fear, which was Reserfield’s greatest weapon.
She would leave the strategy, the networking, and persuading people to join their cause to Tristan.
‘I will wield my sword and focus on what I can do.’
If she gave Tristan hints about the loyalists she had known in the past, he would be able to bring them over to their side with ease.
Once the pieces were in place, they would pull Reserfield from the throne, the lifelong ambition he had clung to.
And in the end,
‘I will cut off his head.’
She would execute him herself.
‘But before that, I need to work on understanding what Tristan meant.’
Since it was an unusual request from Tristan, she intended to give it her all.
Once she told him everything, perhaps Tristan would grant her the chance to end Reserfield personally.
‘First, let’s deal with the situation at hand.’
Maya gripped the wooden sword and faced the man standing before her.
“Ahem, pleased to meet you. I am Graham, none other than the Captain of the Imperial Knights.”
His boastful voice buzzed in her ears. His stance, casually holding the wooden sword, clearly showed he was underestimating her.
It was just like their first meeting in her past life. A man who grew complacent in his position, clinging to Reserfield for survival.
Though his basic skills and natural talent weren’t bad, he lacked the effort to surpass someone like Maya, who had spent years honing her craft.
He was someone who, when faced with an insurmountable mountain, chose to tear it down rather than climb it.
‘…Reserfield must know how to handle a sword, so he wouldn’t be unaware of this.’
Before becoming Emperor, Reserfield had been known as a skilled swordsman and a remarkable prince.
It was part of the reason Maya had once felt joy in earning his recognition.
But what Reserfield needed wasn’t a talented person—it was a sycophant who would work for him.
Graham’s selection stemmed not from his skill but from his loyalty and willingness to serve Reserfield’s interests.
‘Pitting me against someone like him is obviously meant to provoke my pride.’
It must have been obvious from how she had corrected her behavior during their conversation at the previous banquet.
That’s right.
Maya didn’t want to lose to Graham.
He didn’t even come close to her level.
But Reserfield overlooked something.
The fact that Maya had experienced far more of Reserfield than he had observed of her.
Maya had once been the “Emperor’s dog” and a contract-holder bound to him.
While others might struggle, Maya could read Reserfield’s thoughts.
‘Whatever you want to happen, I’ll make sure it doesn’t.’
Her mind was made up.
[You’re not planning to lose, are you?]
With White Dragon summoned, she seemed uneasy as she spoke.
[As a Pendragon, your pride is on the line.]
Maya responded with a faint smile.
‘Who knows…’
What truly mattered in this battle?
Maya turned toward Reserfield. Bowing her head slightly, she proposed in a low voice.
“How about we decide the winner in a best-of-five match?”
Three rounds felt too short for her.
“A single match can’t determine everything.”
Reserfield laughed heartily.
“As expected of a Pendragon.”
He seemed to think Maya’s suggestion stemmed from her competitive nature.
She had anticipated this reaction when she made the proposal.
“Very well. Graham, do you have any objections?”
“None!”
Graham responded in a booming voice, stepping into place.
“I’ll give you the chance to make the first move. The winner will be the one who disarms their opponent.”
