Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 114
Graham raised his sword with a smug expression.
“Thank you for your consideration. Then, I’ll gladly attack first.”
Maya smiled brightly, but her gaze turned as harsh as a raging snowstorm.
When Maya focused, her expression transformed into that of a true Pendragon—the one who had slain the Demon King of legend.
Maya’s wooden sword cleaved through the air. Before Graham could even react, his sword fell to the ground.
With a smile on her lips, Maya said,
“Captain, you don’t have to hold back just because I’m a beginner.”
“…Th-that’s right. I’ll be more careful going forward.”
At Maya’s words, Graham nodded immediately. The next match began without delay.
The second match.
Maya crossed swords with Graham, stepping into his guard. Her real goal wasn’t just to disarm him—it was to leave marks on his body.
“Ugh. Urgh—”
Short groans escaped Graham’s lips.
Even in this life, Graham’s skills remained the same. He hadn’t improved at all.
After finishing her assessment of his ability, Maya once again disarmed him.
“Well, I guess I just got lucky again.”
It was the same response as before. This time, Graham had no reply.
Watching their duel, Reserfield’s eyes burned with a strange desire.
2 to 0.
One more victory, and Maya would have a complete win.
‘It’ll be hard for him to discern the truth.’
Though Reserfield was a swordsman, he wasn’t skilled enough to instantly gauge Maya’s awakened abilities.
No one in the world was.
Maya deliberately created absurd situations to leave Reserfield uncertain. Was it luck, or was it skill? He wouldn’t be able to tell.
Graham, on the other hand, was visibly tense. It was clear he would throw everything into his next attack.
Graham always relied on his first strike. Wielding a massive sword, he preferred to overwhelm his opponent with brute force early on.
Even now, with a wooden sword, the same tendency showed.
Maya waited, crossing swords with him, for the moment he would pour all his strength into an attack.
‘It’s about time.’
As their swords clashed, Maya purposefully loosened her grip.
“Oh… oh…”
As Graham lost his balance and stumbled, Maya lunged forward again.
Graham quickly adjusted his grip on the wooden sword and counterattacked.
‘Now.’
Like the heroine of a well-crafted play, Maya disarmed him.
“I’ve lost.”
Her clean concession left Graham staring between his sword and Maya in a daze.
“Y-Yes! I guess I’ve finally warmed up.”
Graham breathed a sigh of relief. Reserfield’s expression, however, was unreadable.
‘I’m sure he hoped I’d win no matter what.’
That’s what Reserfield must have thought.
In his mind, Maya was likely just a fool from the Pendragon family, desperate for recognition of her skills.
But winning this battle would have been nothing more than a selfish victory driven by immediate desires.
‘I don’t play by your rules.’
And when Maya achieved her second win, Reserfield must have thought he was right.
Even this, Maya had anticipated.
She wanted him to taste just a bit of the agony that comes when euphoria, born from the belief that everything is going as planned, turns into despair.
One victory had given Graham hope.
Graham charged at her without mercy.
Maya deliberately struck his body several times, leaving bruises, before extending the fight to take slightly longer than the third match.
As the battle dragged on, it grew monotonous, and eventually, Maya’s wooden sword fell to the ground.
“I’ve lost again.”
Maya admitted her defeat gracefully.
[Why are you doing this?! You’re a Pendragon!]
White Dragon, baffled by Maya’s decisions, frowned in frustration.
‘This is a decision because I am a Pendragon.’
The next match began.
And it was the same.
Maya struck Graham with her wooden sword, leaving him covered in harsh bruises, and then, with a satisfied smile hidden within, lost the sparring match.
It had been a long time since Maya, who had forgotten what it felt like to lose, had tasted defeat.
“Well, you were really lucky early on. It’s clear that self-teaching has left you with too many flaws.”
How much she had to exaggerate her movements to appear flawed. Maya listened to Graham’s condescending words with a bored expression.
As Maya reflected on her thoughts, she turned sharply and offered her respects to Reserfield.
“It seems my skills are still lacking. I’ll work harder on my training.”
“Y-Yes, you should!”
While Graham’s boastful words continued, Reserfield mulled over the victory he had seized.
‘Maya Pendragon has lost.’
And yet, why?
Why did he feel like he had been played?
