I Became The Sword Of The Sword-Obsessed Male Lead (18 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
“It’s Nocturne! It’s Nocturne, I tell you!”
Though I was inside the sword and couldn’t see Nocturne’s face clearly, one thing was absolutely certain.
That was the fact that he was breathtakingly handsome.
Dietrich and Nocturne were both strikingly beautiful young men, yet possessed vastly different charms.
If Dietrich was a stunningly handsome man with sharp eyes and an icy, cold aura, then Nocturne was a warm, kindhearted beauty brimming with playful energy.
His soft-looking dark brown hair and sea-blue eyes matched perfectly with his gentle image.
As I was internally cheering, Dietrich glanced down at me briefly before casually tossing a remark toward Nocturne.
“Did your skin get tanned?”
Caught off guard by his abrupt, almost confrontational tone, Nocturne touched his face repeatedly as he replied.
“Really? I spent quite a while near the sea, so maybe I did tan a bit.”
“You’re pitch black—unrecognizable.”
“Pfft, that bad? I suppose I should take better care of myself, then.”
I suppressed the urge to shriek in utter disbelief and looked up at Dietrich.
“Tanned? Just where exactly is he tanned?!”
From what I heard, Nocturne seemed to have just returned from a brief vacation.
Even after visiting a resort, the fact that he could have remained so fair and smooth-skinned was astonishing enough—but pitch black?!
Though continually shocked by Dietrich’s judgment, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Nocturne.
Nocturne, laughing and chatting amiably with Dietrich, was nothing short of art—pure, breathtaking scenery.
There was no need to seek out any other beautiful vistas.
Our Nocturne himself was the beautiful scenery.
Nor was there any need to admire any grand masterpiece.
Our Nocturne himself was a work of art crafted by the gods.
“…Huh? What was that just now?”
“…Nothing at all. I didn’t hear anything—why do you ask?”
“Really? I’m sure someone just said our Nocturne is a divine masterpiece.”
“Who would say something so cringey? It’s just the two of us here.”
Damn it!
My stupid mouth couldn’t stay still again and blurted out something ridiculous.
Once the words spilled out, there was no taking them back.
I clamped both hands over my mouth and checked Nocturne’s expression—though, of course, being inside the sword, I only imagined doing so.
He looked puzzled but, after checking and finding no one around, seemed to assume he’d misheard.
“Yeah, I guess I’m hearing things—arrived here without sleep and ran straight over.”
“If you’re tired, go inside first.”
“That’s what I should be saying to you. You look unwell. Did the Duchess do something again?”
Nocturne, with his strikingly handsome appearance, introduced an intriguing topic.
I perked up my ears and listened intently to their conversation.
“No.”
“Then that’s a relief. The succession struggle is still raging—you need to be careful. How many times have they already tried to kill you?”
“Watch your words, Nocturne. There are many ears listening.”
Despite no one being around, Dietrich reacted with extreme sensitivity.
His sharp, flashing eyes looked ready to cut down anyone eavesdropping at that very moment.
Nocturne’s sea-blue eyes filled with worry as he watched his poor friend, who couldn’t let his guard down even for a second.
“I don’t have confirmed news, but apparently the Duchess reached out separately to my mother, expressing interest in joining the orphanage project that Mother supports.”
This was Leriana Duchess’s typical tactic.
Very few knew the Duchess’s true intentions—to swallow up the Delgado Dukedom entirely.
Before entering the Dukedom, Leriana had been merely an adulteress, but through her uniquely gentle and kind demeanor, she won over the household staff.
The previous Duchess, Kate—a model noblewoman of grace and dignity—had been no match for Leriana.
Everyone grew fond of Leriana, who approached even the servants and elders with easy, flirtatious smiles; ultimately, Kate became the loser.
And now, Leriana’s new target was her own son, Dietrich.
The orphanage project was just an excuse—she undoubtedly wanted to establish ties with the Frey family as well.
Nocturne lightly patted Dietrich’s shoulder, as if to reassure him not to worry.
“Mother has no close relationship with the Duchess and is wary of her proposal, so don’t worry too much.”
Kindhearted as ever, Nocturne kept smiling brightly despite Dietrich offering no response.
How could anyone be so gentle?
“Goodness, he’s so kind.”
“Huh? Did I hear something again just now?”
This time, he’d clearly heard it.
This was a genuine mistake.
While quietly admiring gentle Nocturne, my spontaneous commentary slipped out involuntarily.
Nocturne’s eyes widened as he scanned his surroundings repeatedly.
Dietrich, gripping the scabbard at his waist tightly, gave a relaxed shrug toward Nocturne.
But judging by how fiercely he clenched the sword hilt—so hard it creaked—I braced myself to get thoroughly scolded later.
“I need some air—the banquet hall is too stifling.”
“Go ahead. I’ll greet a few people and join you shortly.”
Dietrich flung open the terrace doors of the banquet hall, drew the curtains shut so no one inside could see out, and closed the door behind him.
“Harpe.”
“Popping” out into the open, I took a deep breath of fresh air and replied cheerfully.
“Yeah!”
I didn’t want to get scolded.
I’d pretend I didn’t know anything.
With an utterly innocent expression, I stared brightly into his teal eyes as if I hadn’t done a thing.
Those mysterious teal eyes—reminiscent of both the sea and a verdant forest—reflected the terrace garden below, aglow with shimmering lights.
I hadn’t meant to, but as I gazed, I felt myself helplessly drawn in.
“Heidi.”
He called me Harpe, then Heidi.
He probably switched to Heidi because calling me Harpe would send me back into the sword—but this felt oddly different.
For some reason, my mind grew hazy and dreamy.
“Uh… yeah…”
“Nocturne Frey is sharp-witted. Why act so recklessly when you should be cautious?”
“Umm…”
“Are you even listening to me?”
The warmth of his large, firm hand on my shoulder jolted me back to my senses as if struck by lightning.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“…Get a hold of yourself. This is a banquet. Stop talking and stay quiet. It’d be troublesome if someone overheard.”
“Oh, right! You’re absolutely right!”
“Has someone I know really been acting like this all this time?”
Seemingly exasperated by my shameless reply, Dietrich raked his fingers through his hair and turned his head aside.
His hair, styled without any fixing product, swayed gently in the night breeze.
Watching his fine silver-gray strands dance, I fell into thought.
“Come to think of it, there wasn’t even a maid to help style his hair.”
Perhaps because no one assisted him in preparing for the banquet, his hairstyle looked far more relaxed than those of the other young masters present.
Though Dietrich’s natural style was indeed more appealing than the others who slicked their hair back rigidly, seeing him like this somehow stirred anger in me.
It reminded me of my past self.
Back in the orphanage days—when there were too many children to care for individually, and I had to learn to survive alone—that version of me came rushing back.
My expression hardened as I stepped closer to Dietrich.
“Dietrich.”
At the soft murmur of his name, he turned to look at me.
His steady gaze made my mind go hazy again, just as before.
His beautiful teal eyes held me captive, as if I were being pulled into an endless whirlpool.
“What.”
His tone was blunt and utterly devoid of warmth.
Yet, unlike the first time, his curt manner no longer seemed entirely unpleasant to me.
Truthfully, until just before I went to his room to accompany him to the banquet, I’d never really taken time to think about Dietrich at all.
“It’s just… it’s been bothering me since earlier.”
Because even his efforts to appear unlonely only made him seem lonelier.
Because I kept seeing him, alone amid ceaseless succession battles, yearning for warmth.
Yes—that must be it.
I couldn’t leave him alone because I saw my own loneliness reflected in his.
I raised my heel and reached out toward his hair, fluttering in the cold night wind.
I sensed him flinch, but I didn’t stop.
My hand moved straight forward, carefully smoothing his soft strands.
“What are you doing?”
His teal eyes darted about as if struck by an earthquake.
Seeing Dietrich’s surprised expression—something I’d never witnessed before—I beamed my brightest smile to avoid getting scolded.
“Fixing your hair!”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“You’re so handsome that even a messy hairstyle looks cool on you.”
“What?”
What nonsense was I spouting now?
Despite the clear bewilderment on his face, I pressed on.
“But still, on days when you really want someone to fix your hair or help you pick out clothes…”
“…”
“Come find me! I’ll do it for you!”
On the terrace, faint strains of cheerful music drifted through the air.
Standing near the white windowsills blanketed in roses, I admired the night sky—it was breathtakingly beautiful.
I’d met Nocturne, and I’d finally seen the banquet hall I’d been dying to visit.
It was a little disappointing that I hadn’t met Julian, but given my current situation, there was nothing to be done.
Even after I remarked how lovely the stars were, no reply came.
I didn’t turn to look, but somehow I felt certain Dietrich was smiling.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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