I Received The Holy Sword By Dawn Delivery (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
This guy would be terrified if he knew I was a woman.
Does he think we have to get married just because he held my hand?
Heh. The absurd thought made me burst out laughing. In contrast, Matian looked dazed, as if Lucena had stolen his laughter.
He glanced down at Lucena’s wrist, which he’d been holding, then slowly released it and spoke.
“I’d prefer if no one else knew about our sparring today.”
His gentle tone pressed her to keep their meeting at the training grounds a secret—it almost sounded like a threat.
She almost asked why, but bit her tongue instead.
She briefly considered acting smug for once, but she had no one special to tell, and she certainly didn’t need more stress added to her already overwhelming schedule.
“Don’t worry. I’m tight-lipped. Besides, I don’t even have friends to tell.”
Lucena mimed locking her lips with an imaginary key.
“…Hm.”
Matian’s eyebrows lifted in surprise—her reaction wasn’t what he’d expected—before he slowly smiled.
Then he flicked Lucena hard on the forehead.
“Ow!”
He really had held back earlier; this time, it was too fast to dodge.
What’s wrong with this guy now? Lucena rubbed her round forehead and glared at Matian with wounded eyes.
“For someone who just locked her lips, yours open rather easily, don’t they?”
“You demon…!”
Tears welled up involuntarily at the corners of her eyes, cutting her words short as she bit her lip.
The more time passed, the more her forehead throbbed. Was this going to leave a mark?
“You said you lost your memories, yet you remembered perfectly—I carry a demon’s heart.”
Matian grinned brightly as he pointed to his chest.
His joking like some cringey teenager with that face made it sound disturbingly serious. At least it dried her tears instantly.
“Why not just claim a Black Flame Dragon is sealed in your left arm too?”
“Unfortunately, it’s not in my left arm—it’s sleeping in the nest north of the academy.”
Matian’s reply came without hesitation.
Was this supposed to be humor? Or perhaps they weren’t even on terms to exchange jokes—but after that strange sparring match, he acted as if the distance between them had shrunk.
“Alright, I concede. Let’s call it quits.”
Lucena raised both hands in surrender.
Rather than endure his pointless banter, she’d rather return to her dorm and rest, even if just a little.
Lucena headed back to the dormitory. Behind her, Matian’s voice followed once more like a warning: “I’m counting on you to keep that lock secure.”
What a thorough bastard. Not even bothering to look back, Lucena lazily drew a circle in the air with her hand as a substitute for an answer.
[This is the timeline separator]Now alone again, Matian sighed and pushed his sweat-dampened hair back.
“Was I really smiling properly just now?”
He wiped the dust from his iron sword with his palm and gazed at his reflection in the blade.
The soft smile he’d worn habitually until just moments ago now looked faint and hazy.
Soon it hardened further, returning to the cold, expressionless face he usually wore.
“What a strange look.”
Damn it. Matian thrust his iron sword into the ground.
It had been this way since birth—born with a missing screw in his emotional control, unable to laugh when others laughed or cry when others shed tears.
Thus, people pointed fingers, blaming the demon shard embedded in his heart.
“Even pointless memories are surfacing now.”
Ever since the Holy Sword disappeared, nothing had gone right.
The frustration he’d been bottling up must have burst out toward Lucena, who’d appeared out of nowhere.
“To think I’d run into Lucena at this hour.”
If only the usual training grounds hadn’t been under construction, they wouldn’t have crossed paths—what rotten luck.
Intellectually, he understood Lucena wasn’t the thief, but his heart refused to believe it.
Every time he saw that person, strange suspicions crept in, so he’d used sparring as an excuse to swing his sword spitefully.
“What was Lucena’s reaction again?”
Did she resent him for inventing excuses just to swing his blade?
Or did she mock him for pretending to be perfect while secretly practicing alone at dawn?
Matian recalled other cadets who constantly sought to exploit his weaknesses.
But Lucena seemed different from them somehow.
“She readily agreed to keep quiet about today.”
What was her reason for being so compliant?
He wanted a plausible answer, yet all that remained in his mind was her emerald eyes, gleaming like morning dew, and the faint warmth he’d felt at the tips of his fingers when they touched hers.
“Touching that guy strangely relaxed me.”
Matian had always felt at ease with holy energy.
That was why his ability to sense it was exceptional—but the calm he felt from Lucena clearly stemmed from divine power.
Though the presence itself was faint, it felt as if he stood before an immense source of holiness.
“Divine power in Lucena?”
Lucena had been referred to faculty meetings several times due to academic maladjustment and was eventually registered as a “student of concern.”
The professors had passed Lucena off to the student council, and the vice president at the time, Chad, had handled the case.
Consequently, Matian rarely encountered Lucena in lectures and knew little about her.
“I should look into her a bit more.”
He tilted his head toward the sky to estimate the time. It was still early dawn—no passersby in sight.
He retrieved his discarded iron sword, neatly sheathed it, then left the academy and headed toward the Plaza of Honor.
Ordinarily, curfew would prohibit going out at this hour—but for Matian Wiegartz, it was permissible.
After all, for the Grand Duke Wiegartz household, rules meant for others were merely options.
Though Matian himself was compulsively rule-abiding, he made an exception whenever it concerned the Holy Sword.
“Oh, good morning, young master!”
A guard patrolling the plaza, who had been dozing off, jumped to attention upon spotting Matian and bowed deeply.
Matian accepted the greeting with practiced ease and stepped into the plaza.
At the center of the plaza, the high dais where the Holy Sword had once stood was now empty and desolate.
Matian approached the marble platform and crossed his arms.
When the Holy Sword was there, he’d felt peace standing here—but now, he sensed nothing at all.
〈They say a child born into the Grand Duke’s house carries a demon’s shard embedded in their heart.〉
The rumor circulating in high society echoed in his ears.
Sadly, the rumor was true.
Ever since the Demon War six centuries ago, once every hundred years, a child bearing a demon’s shard in their heart was born into the Wiegartz Grand Ducal line.
The “Demon War” began when a demon’s egg was summoned in the capital.
Inside the large, black egg lay a warped space, from which countless demons poured forth to slaughter humans.
And the one who defeated those demons was the hero “Wiegartz.”
Together with the mage Golden and Saintess Closet, he sealed away the Demon King.
But during that battle, a fragment of the Demon King seeped into Wiegartz.
It was a kind of curse.
Thus, despite his high title, Wiegartz secluded himself in the sacred lands where elves dwelled, preparing for the day the demon’s power might awaken.
In truth, “seclusion” hardly fit—the Wiegartz family actually lived quite comfortably and happily in that very land.
Matian himself had been born and raised there.
Though naturally rebellious by nature, the Grand Ducal household’s rigorous moral education molded him into a model student.
“Was enrolling in the military academy the first time I’d left my domain for so long?”
His family had worried considerably, but he faced no difficulties adapting.
Compared to him, most of his peers—except a few prodigies—seemed utterly foolish, making it all too easy to step over them with the gentle, exemplary facade of a student council president.
Needless to say, his top scores in every subject only reinforced this.
“If I’m to draw the Holy Sword that suppresses the demon’s power, I must excel in all areas.”
And he also had to ensure the demon’s egg, sealed within the Holy Sword, never hatched again.
If the seal broke and the Demon King descended upon this land, the shard embedded in his own heart might consume him entirely, turning him into a true demon.
So Matian trained at dawn in secret, steadily honing his body.
No matter how gifted he was, consistent effort was essential for growth—but since some resented his diligence, it was easier to keep it hidden.
He’d also come to the plaza during these quiet hours many times, attempting to draw the Holy Sword embedded in the dais.
Yet every attempt had failed.
Was it because of the demon’s shard? Or was he simply born unfit? Though unaccustomed to failure, impatience gnawed at him—but he refused to give up.
〈The High Priest said the one worthy of wielding the Holy Sword would possess the strength to slay the Demon King. My abilities just aren’t sufficient yet. I need to become more perfect.〉
Perhaps he lacked the temperament befitting a hero. That was why he tried so hard to be kinder to others.
If he kept pretending to be gentle, maybe real kindness would eventually grow within him.
And if he could truly understand such feelings, perhaps the Holy Sword would recognize him not as a demon, but as a hero’s descendant.
But everything unraveled the moment the Holy Sword vanished.
“Who on earth took it?”
In truth, he knew it hadn’t been stolen—it had been rightfully drawn by someone.
After hundreds of failed attempts, he understood better than anyone how firmly it had been lodged.
“Lucena Golden.”
It suddenly struck him—he’d carelessly mentioned his “demon’s heart” to Lucena.
He never even joked about that with himself; it was clearly a mistake.
“Why did I let my guard down?”
Was it because standing beside Lucena gave him the same calm he felt when gazing at the Holy Sword here?
That’s why, despite knowing Lucena lacked the strength to slay the Demon King and couldn’t possibly have drawn the sword, he couldn’t shake his suspicions.
Her sudden change in attitude and noticeably improved skill only deepened his doubts.
“I’ll understand better if I keep watching.”
Matian clenched his fist and turned back toward the military academy.
Though he’d reached a conclusion after long deliberation, he couldn’t fathom why, all the way back, his thoughts kept returning not to the missing Holy Sword—but to Lucena’s green eyes, brimming with tears after that flick on the forehead.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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