Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 45
In terms of mindset, the opponents’ chances at this fight were different from the start. The winner was already determined.
After spinning and flying around for half a day, the wyvern finally lost its strength and landed clumsily on the ground.
The sunset was behind them.
Maya finally stepped on the ground.
It felt strange to have something solid under her feet after slicing through the air.
The pain in her right ankle was intense. Maya, who slightly grimaced, finally managed to tidy her hair, which had been covering her face.
Her curly hair had become disheveled from the high-speed flight.
Koo-woong.
The wyvern collapsed beside Maya.
“Maya!”
Tristan ran towards her, panting.
“Ah, right. That’s me.”
Tristan, who hadn’t transformed into his adult form at all today due to the irregular curse, had now grown-up again.
Realizing Maya’s right ankle was broken, Tristan bit his lip and knelt down.
Maya sat down alongside him.
Without the pressure, the pain in her ankle lessened.
Maya proudly squared her shoulders looking at Tristan.
“See, I told you I could do it, didn’t I?”
Maya’s eyes sparkled.
Seeing her flushed face, Tristan chose his words carefully.
The half-day he waited for Maya felt as long as the years.
He wanted to strike the wyvern with his sword energy, attack it, and somehow make Maya come back to the ground.
Every impulse was blocked by Maya’s strong attitude and words.
“No!”
“I will never lose.”
“You just have to watch, Tristan.”
Her magical-like judgment had a significant part in smoothly getting here.
He was cautious not to disrupt her plans by not following Maya’s words.
“You did well.”
The first thing he offered was praise.
Until seeing Maya, he had been swamped by a sense of helplessness and was about to spill out everything.
How could she be so thoughtless, does she know how the person waiting below feels?
But seeing her sitting awkwardly and smiling sheepishly, waiting for praise for what she had done, he couldn’t bring himself to start with those words.
“You were truly amazing.”
Hearing Tristan’s words, a deeper smile spread across Maya’s face.
“Now, we need to talk about something else.”
Tristan held Maya’s hand tightly. Maya, startled, tried to pull away but failed.
As he clasped her hands, they were undoubtedly hot.
Her flushed face wasn’t just from happiness.
“Maya.”
Maya, hiding her anxious heart, slowly lifted her head.
The feeling was ice-cold.
Just when she thought she could fly to the sky from receiving praise…
Cancel that thought of soaring through the sky.
Her courage shriveled to the size of a bean. But that wasn’t in her nature to delay answering.
“Yes.”
Maya cautiously looked at Tristan’s reaction.
‘It’s finally caught up to me.’
It seemed she couldn’t keep it hidden from even the oblivious Tristan forever.
Tristan’s face, narrowed eyebrows and all, looked fierce.
Gulp. Cold sweat broke out, which hadn’t happened even when fighting the wyvern.
Of course, any sweat during the wyvern fight was cooled by the wind instantly!
The point was, Tristan’s presence was overwhelming.
“Let’s have you treated first.”
“Umm… Please do it in moderation. You don’t have to put in that much effort.”
Tristan placed his hand on Maya’s right ankle. From his hand emanated a black light, and the bone mended.
The black light, typically associated with Demon Kings, having such power was astonishing.
‘Isn’t this something even mages can’t do?’
Even the priests at the temples could only pray and heal—they couldn’t restore already injured parts.
In that respect, Tristan’s power could truly be considered miraculous.
“It seems your shoulder is also uncomfortable.”
‘So observant.’
After healing Maya’s shoulder, Tristan stood up.
Her shoulder and ankle, which had been immobile just moments ago, were now fully functional.
“I’ve mended the bone. However, the pain might not completely disappear.”
He frowned as he checked Maya’s fever.
“I couldn’t fully reduce your fever either.”
“This is already incredible. I can walk now.”
Maya sprang up from her spot and stretched.
“Thank you, Tristan.”
Maya bowed deeply in gratitude, and Tristan, watching her, declared,
“I won’t just stand by next time.”
Maya made an awkward face.
“That won’t be possible.”
“It is. Because I’m your husband.”
