I Became The Sword Of The Sword-Obsessed Male Lead (18 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
My eyes, enveloped in a blinding light as if to blind me, slowly opened—and the face I saw left me utterly stunned.
“……Dietrich?”
At the sound of his name, his finely arched eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, as though painted by an artist’s brush.
Yet even his frown was so dazzlingly beautiful it made my eyes ache.
His face was so exquisitely handsome I couldn’t tell whether it was the light or Dietrich himself that dazzled me.
Silver-gray hair shimmered with an exquisite hue under the light, above cool, clear eyes.
His straight nose and masculine jawline looked sharp enough to cut your hand if you touched them carelessly.
‘Is this what they call the male lead’s aura?’
The moment my eyes met that face—which seemed to declare mercilessly, “I’m handsome”—I instinctively stepped backward.
It wasn’t because Dietrich was glaring at me.
You know how it is—when someone’s too handsome, you just blank out or something.
In my case, that flawlessly sculpted face was genuinely frightening.
‘Ah, scary-wary.’
After all, I prefer my beloved Nocturne Frey over perfectly carved statues like that.
While I was briefly lost in thoughts about my tastes, I snapped back to my senses under a sharp, piercing gaze.
Unlike me, who was newly astonished that humans could look like that, Dietrich seemed displeased by something.
His already furrowed brows showed no sign of smoothing out.
His tightly closed lips slowly parted, and a low, deliberate voice emerged.
“……Who are you?”
He looked ready to draw the sword at his waist any second.
“How do you know my name? What’s your true identity?”
He didn’t seem to be asking out of curiosity—especially when I saw him striding toward me and reaching for my neck.
Startled, I froze in place, eyes wide open, as his rough hand attempted to grab my throat.
But of course, he failed to grab me.
Because I was a spirit—one that couldn’t be touched.
His aggressively reaching hand passed right through my neck and flailed helplessly in midair.
Dietrich wasn’t the only one flustered.
Dietrich, who possessed the world’s supreme physical ability, staggered as if he’d lost his balance.
“Oh! That’s dangerous!”
My hand, reaching out instinctively to steady him before he fell, was left awkwardly hanging—because Dietrich quickly regained his footing.
Then, with an even sterner expression than before, he immediately drew his sword.
This time, his intent to strike was unmistakable.
His icy voice resonated menacingly through the cave.
“Did you cast some forbidden magic? Or were you sent by that woman—ordered to bring back my head, perhaps?”
“Huh?”
What on earth was he talking about?
Still frozen in an awkward pose, arms outstretched into the air as if to welcome Dietrich, I was utterly baffled.
Was he seriously calling me a spy?
Hey, have you ever seen a spy trapped in a cave like this?
What kind of insane spy would willingly get stuck in a cave they couldn’t escape on their own?!
Realizing I was being grossly misunderstood, I cried out in frustration to defend myself.
“It’s unfair to call me a spy! I’m the spirit of this sword!”
“How ridiculous. A spirit of the sword? If you’re not a spy, then you must be insane.”
“I wish I were, honestly.”
Seriously, who on earth possesses a sword spirit?
Because I’d possessed a being no one in this world believed in, the first thing I faced upon opening my eyes was a threat to my life.
Scoffing at my claim of being the sword’s spirit, he pointed his blade straight at my neck.
Terrified by how sharp the blade looked—enough to cut me with just a light touch—I cried out desperately.
“Look at the sword right here! I really am the spirit of this sword!”
When I pointed to the sword lying plainly on the cave floor, his blue eyes flicked downward to glance at it.
He seemed to instantly recognize it as the legendary blade ‘Harpe.’
The tip of his sword, which had been aimed at me, tilted slightly toward the ground. Seizing this opportunity, I quickly stepped back one pace.
Though I thought the blade couldn’t actually pierce me, Dietrich’s undisguised killing intent made my vision go white.
Maybe it was because this was the first time I’d faced such raw intent to kill.
Regardless, Dietrich now seemed completely uninterested in me.
He picked up the sword and blew gently on the hilt, sending dust flying off it.
In the light-filled cave, the white dust danced like snowflakes in the air.
“……Harpe.”
He slowly brushed his fingers over the family name ‘Delgado’ engraved on the scabbard as he spoke the sword’s name.
And at that same instant, my entire vision went pitch black.
‘……What?!’
Everything around me fell silent in an instant.
The light that had been streaming in through the cave entrance vanished as if it had only been a dream, and Dietrich disappeared too.
I realized immediately—
I was now inside the sword.
Figuring out what had happened was surprisingly quick.
The moment Dietrich said ‘Harpe,’ my body had been sucked into the sword as if pulled by a vacuum cleaner.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye, faster than I could react.
Stunned by this unbelievable reality, my mind went blank.
So…I really am a spirit…
And it seemed I wasn’t the only one who was shocked.
“……What? Where’d you go?”
You called out ‘Harpe’ yourself—now you’re wondering where I went?!
After a brief pause in thought, Dietrich spoke again.
“Harpe.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than I was thrust back outside the sword—and since Dietrich was holding it, our eyes met from extremely close range.
Staring at him with a dazed, blank expression, I watched as he openly showed irritation and scanned me up and down.
Then, with a skeptical look, he asked,
“……Are you really the spirit of this sword?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying!”
“Harpe.”
Immediately after he spoke, I was sucked back into the sword—and the moment his voice rang out again calling “Harpe,” I popped back out.
“Harpe.”
“No, wait—”
“Harpe.”
“I’m getting dizzy!”
“Harpe.”
“This is seriously—”
He wasn’t joking, and kept calling the name nonstop, forcing me to repeatedly get pulled into and ejected from the sword until I finally screamed in exasperation.
“Stop it!”
Only then did Dietrich finally halt, his voice cold as he spoke.
“This is absurd. A spirit of the sword? I’ve never heard of any spirit dwelling inside this blade.”
Neither had I.
After all, there was never any mention of a sword spirit appearing in this novel to begin with.
Which meant, simply put, I had absolutely no idea what to do next.
Even though I looked human, could I ever live like one again with a body no one could touch?
Could I ever escape from this sword?
Or was I doomed to live as its spirit forever?
A wave of sorrow nearly overwhelmed me.
While I was lost in these bleak thoughts, I suddenly realized a horrifying truth.
‘This sword gets completely shattered near the end of the novel, doesn’t it?’
By the time the story reaches its climax, Harpe shatters in Dietrich’s hand as he fights to protect the heroine.
At this rate, I’d be shattered to pieces along with the sword and die.
There was only one way to survive—
I had to break free from being a spirit.
The shock of this realization snapped me fully awake, stopping any urge to cry.
‘If I want to live, I can’t stay in this cave forever.’
Fortunately, Dietrich desperately needed ‘Harpe.’
If my guess was correct, Dietrich’s family—the Delgado Dukedom—was currently without a duke, as the previous duke had died and the title remained vacant.
To inherit the dukedom, approval from the Elder Council was required—and the council’s stated condition for succession was retrieving ‘Harpe.’
Thus, this very sword was Dietrich’s only means to overcome his stepmother, who was obsessed with placing her own son on the Delgado ducal throne.
Therefore, Dietrich would take Harpe and leave this cave—and as the sword’s spirit, I’d be taken along with him to the Delgado estate.
Once there, couldn’t I search for a way to break free from being a spirit?
I extended my hand toward Dietrich, who was still eyeing me as if I were some bizarre spectacle.
Though he wasn’t my favorite character, in my current situation—having transmigrated into this novel—he was my only lifeline.
I put on the gentlest, kindest smile I could muster.
My head was still spinning and dizzy from being yanked in and out of the sword repeatedly, but this was no time to show weakness.
After all, Dietrich was my only hope of salvation now.
I clasped my hands respectfully in front of me and spoke softly,
“This sword is the Delgado Dukedom’s treasured blade, isn’t it? If you take me with you, you’ll have recovered a great Delgado heirloom—that’ll be a huge help to you.”
My tone was patient, kind—even benevolent.
It was my tearful, earnest effort to prove I was a ‘good’ sword.
Surely that had made a decent impression, right?
Dietrich had always loved swords so much he’d do anything for them—I was completely confident he’d take me with him.
“I don’t need you.”
I had been so sure…
“Right. Take me with you—wait, what?”
I was so shocked I could barely form words.
‘This can’t be happening! He has to take me with him!’
While I stood there gaping in disbelief at this completely unexpected reply, Dietrich simply tossed Harpe down onto the cave floor with a thud.
“I don’t need some useless sword like this.”
Without another word, he turned and started walking out of the cave.
No! He couldn’t leave like this!
From the very beginning, I was already facing a lifetime trapped in this cave, rotting away.
‘Brain, please work! Work!’
I had to come up with some convincing words to make Dietrich stop.
As I screamed silently in panic and clutched my head in desperation, swift-footed Dietrich was already almost out of the cave.
There was no other choice now.
“Aren’t you going to need me if you want the Elder Council to recognize you as Duke Delgado?”
I blurted it out without thinking, then instantly covered my mouth with both hands in shock.
What had I just said?
Only Dietrich, his stepmother, and his younger brother knew that the Delgado Elder Council had demanded he retrieve ‘Harpe.’
Dietrich turned back toward me, his blue eyes flashing dangerously.
“……What?”
“I’ll make you Duke Delgado!”
When you’re desperate, there’s no time for thinking!
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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