Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 92
“Are you going to keep pretending to be clueless?!”
The wolf slammed its front paw down on Maya. The force was supposed to be strong enough to crush her to her core, but it had no effect on her.
‘If I can’t avoid it, I’ll just eliminate it.’
Maya’s eyes gleamed with madness.
Her focus was entirely on the sword she held.
The Pendragon sword cleaved through the air.
The wolf’s enormous front paw was split in two, like a broken dish.
—Ugh… Ugh…
It seemed the wolf could feel pain. It curled its severed paw tightly.
But that wouldn’t last long. Its will to move and quickly remove the obstacle in front of it would soon overpower the pain.
“Take cover.”
At Maya’s words, Tristan carried Serene in his arms and moved her to a hidden corner near the entrance of the training ground building. He did this to create the best possible environment for Maya to fight, free from any unnecessary distractions. It also served as a signal that he viewed contact with others as mere work rather than connection.
Serene, nestled in his arms, wasn’t even conscious of being held by someone unfamiliar—her gaze was fully captured by the sight of Maya fighting in front of her.
Serene was in awe of Maya’s abilities.
‘Is that even possible with a human body?’
Maya, who had mounted the wyvern, ascended into the air, then leapt off behind the wolf’s back.
‘I need to fight in a way where I can’t be seen.’
Maya positioned herself mid-air, and before the wolf could react, she drove her sword down into its neck.
The wolf’s long fur hid and revealed Maya’s form repeatedly.
To anyone watching from the outskirts of the large clearing, Maya’s movements would be barely visible.
—Ugh…
The wolf growled, slamming its still-intact front paw down.
With a loud crash, the sword stand on the right side of the training ground shattered to pieces.
The wolf’s body collapsed onto the training ground.
Fwoosh.
As Maya withdrew the deeply embedded sword, blood gushed out. Naturally, it splattered onto her face and dress.
Her face, now smeared with red blood, the same color as her eyes, looked as if it had been intentionally painted for dramatic effect.
Her hands trembled after the single, forceful strike she had delivered with both of them.
The Pendragon sword could change its size at will, but it required both concentration and strength. She had strained herself to extend the blade enough to reach the wolf’s heart, and now her arm ached. Judging by the sharp pain, it might have even broken.
‘…Should I be more careful about getting injured while fighting?’
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t been awakened for long, her body was still too weak.
She would need to increase her training.
‘For now, I’ll just push through.’
She had to make allowances for the situation.
Maya charged forward once again.
Standing before the enormous wolf, she gritted her teeth and swung her sword in a dance-like rhythm.
“Didn’t I tell you not to fight alone?”
Tristan, who had approached unnoticed, now stood back-to-back with Maya, his brows furrowed.
“…When I fight, I fight alone.”
“This time, I said no.”
With a gesture from Tristan, the pain in Maya’s arm suddenly disappeared.
“I am of House Bayarden.”
His blue eyes were like the deep ocean.
It was as if his words would fill the void in Maya’s obsessive solitude.
“Fight however you wish. I will take care of your body’s limits.”
Tristan’s words gave Maya wings.
Every movement of her body carried restrained strength. The sound of her sword cutting through the air was heavy.
Even the blood that stained her dress looked beautiful, like blooming roses.
Whenever Maya pushed her body beyond its limits, Tristan, as if he could sense it immediately, used his healing power to ease the strain.
The wolf, already struggling to keep up with Maya, had no room to concern itself with the wyvern or the person mounted on it.
‘Not having to worry about getting injured…’
A whole new world had opened up for Maya.
Without having to consider her body’s limitations, her movements became freer.
The trajectory of her sword, drawn in the night sky, connected in graceful arcs, like petals spreading.
Each new stroke of the sword carved fresh wounds into the wolf’s body.
The wolf, a direct subordinate of the Demon King, was one of the strongest among monsters, and it was far beyond the capability of any ordinary human.
But to Maya, it was no challenge.
And it wasn’t just because of Pendragon’s power.
There was another, far greater reason.
