Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 6
The scene was all too predictable.
Maya snorted and retorted,
“What’s that, a piece of trash that only loses money every day?”
The more she voiced the thoughts she had kept to herself, the more exhilarating Maya felt.
‘This is what living feels like!’
She felt alive, though, in a sense, her body was dying.
‘Why didn’t I live like this earlier?’
Having said everything she wanted to, she couldn’t understand why she had lived so quietly before.
It was so simple.
‘Life can change this easily.’
Change seemed both difficult and easy at the same time.
“Are you done talking now?”
Maguire’s bluster didn’t scare her at all.
Maya nodded with a smile.
“Yes.”
Maguire, trembling with rage, clenched his fist.
“Thinking I was sparing you as a sister—”
Unable to contain his anger, he lunged at her, throwing a punch.
Maya easily dodged his fist. Even before her awakening, Maguire was no match for her.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
She asked sincerely, but it seemed to wound Maguire’s pride even more.
“This is real.”
Maguire’s face turned beet red.
‘Familiar, isn’t it?’
He had never once admitted that his younger sister was stronger than him.
Male pride and all that.
‘Maya, you’ve stolen Maguire’s place.’
Elise and her father, Otto, who always coddled their ego-bruised son, were phantoms that drove the already declining Pendragon family to catastrophe.
“Sorry if your pride’s hurt. I just asked because you’re too slow to hit.”
Maya explained the reason for her question with a calm face.
The days of willingly taking hits out of guilt for her only brother were over.
“Shut up!”
Maguire, infuriated by Maya’s words, threw several more punches, all missing their mark.
After dozens of futile attempts, he reached the limits of his stamina, gasping for breath.
His endurance was laughably weak, considering he was barely exerting himself.
“…Are you eating well? You seem seriously lacking in exercise,” Maya asked with genuine curiosity, causing Maguire to hang his head in shame.
“Damn it, you’ll have no dinner tonight!”
Embarrassed, he covered his face and slammed the door as he left.
Maya frowned. No dinner?
‘Food is important.’
To Maya, who valued eating above all else, this was a serious concern.
‘Well, it’s just a dream anyway.’
The coma seemed to be dragging on, but it was probably time for her to die.
Perhaps it was a final act of mercy from the gods, allowing her to say everything she wanted to her family before dying.
Eventually, Maya fell asleep that night with an empty stomach.
She woke up in the early hours to the rumbling of her stomach.
‘I’m hungry.’
Her body clamored for food like a hyena searching for its next meal.
Her heightened senses were almost too vivid.
The colors in her room were too sharp, and the smells too pungent.
It was time to accept the reality.
‘…This isn’t a dream.’
No dream could be this long or this detailed.
Her subconscious couldn’t possibly recreate everything so precisely, especially not the faces of people like Maguire or Elise, whom she barely remembered.
Maya came to one conclusion.
‘It’s not a dream.’
This wasn’t the afterlife or a coma; it was reality.
‘I’ve regressed to my past before the awakening.’
Was it divine mercy?
An opportunity to relive a life filled only with regrets.
And here she was, having blurted out harsh words to her family even before her awakening.
“…Will this be a problem?”
Feeling briefly relieved, Maya was now worried.
This was the time when Elise and Maguire were desperate to get rid of her.
Her uncharacteristic behavior and speech would have provided them with the perfect excuse.
‘I need to stay in this house until I awaken.’
As much as she loathed it, she had reasons to remain in this detestable home.
‘I need to awaken.’
Her awakening as a swordmaster was crucial.
Though she had made the wrong choices after her awakening, she did not regret the awakening itself.
The White Dragon Sword was everything to Maya.
To become a swordmaster surpassing human limits, she needed to fight and survive against monstrous beings, surpassing her own limits.
In those moments of intense battle, her animalistic senses would awaken, and the blood of Pendragon would stir within her.
However, the capital where she currently resided had almost no such monsters.
Even the few that appeared before ‘that incident’ leading to her awakening were mostly dealt with by the royal family or the North.
‘What to do now?’
Her awakening was a future that should not change.
If she were to be banished, it could make awakening impossible.
Things had already started off on the wrong foot.
