I Received The Holy Sword By Dawn Delivery (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
Where the door had fallen, two burly men and a housekeeper stood glaring at Lucena with menacing eyes.
“You thieving cat!”
“You stole it, didn’t you?”
Without warning, the intruders jabbed their fingers accusingly toward Lucena.
In an instant branded a thief, Lucena immediately waved both arms to deny the accusation.
“I don’t know who you are, but I certainly didn’t do it. I don’t know anything.”
“Don’t make me laugh! How dare you pretend you don’t remember? Do you honestly think you, a fake, can act like a real noble?”
“Grab her!” the housekeeper shouted, and the two men each seized one of Lucena’s arms.
They shook Lucena up and down so violently that her whole body bounced like it was jumping.
Pitter-patter.
Several pieces of jewelry then tumbled from the wide legs of her trousers.
Gem-studded earrings and rings rolled across the chipped wooden floorboards.
‘What is this? Was I really a thief?’
Lucena stared wide-eyed at the jewels, simultaneously racking her brain to recall whether any original novel featured the protagonist as a thief.
‘There wasn’t anything like that. Which insane author would make their main character a thief?’
Thieves hardly ever appeared even as minor characters. Did that mean the body she’d possessed belonged to a completely insignificant extra?
As Lucena rolled her eyes, the housekeeper snorted derisively.
“Now that you’re caught, are you already scheming an escape? You should’ve known better than to sully the Count’s household with your filthy presence! Why on earth did my late master adopt a wretch like you?!”
Just as the housekeeper raised her hand to strike Lucena’s cheek—
“Stop right there!”
A pitiful cry halted the housekeeper’s hand midair.
A young girl, whose very appearance radiated nobility, entered the hut with tears welling in her eyes.
With her lovely face and caramel-colored eyes, she looked exactly like the heroine of a novel.
“It was all I who gave those to her, Madam Melrn!”
“You yourself, Lady Giselle? But weren’t those the late Lady’s personal belongings?”
“I wanted to give her even that much! Because Lucena… Lucena…!”
Hic. The girl named Giselle dabbed beneath her eyes with a lace handkerchief and bit her lip inward.
‘Hurry up and say it! An impatient Korean is going to die here.’
Even Lucena, desperate to understand her own identity, tapped her foot anxiously, waiting for the next words.
“She’s the benefactor of the Golden Earldom!”
Benefactor? At those words, Lucena inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, it seemed this body hadn’t actually been a thief after all.
“Come here, Lucena. Return to the mansion with me. Brother Perta is waiting for you.”
Giselle extended her hand toward Lucena.
Lucena glanced briefly at the housekeeper and the two men, then decided to follow the girl named Giselle for now.
That way, she might finally understand how this whole situation had come about.
[This is the timeline separator]At the same moment.
A group of youths from the Saint Military Academy’s student council stood in the Plaza of Honor.
All of them were tall and well-groomed, yet one figure stood out unmistakably among them.
Matian Wiegartz.
The legitimate heir of the Grand Ducal House of Wiegartz, descendant of heroes, and current president of the military academy.
A genius excelling in everything from academics to swordsmanship, and a breathtakingly handsome man whose sculpted features had captured the hearts of noblewomen across the empire.
“The Holy Sword, which had been firmly embedded in the altar, is gone.”
He had been the one universally believed destined to become the Holy Sword’s master.
A gentle breeze tousled his black hair, revealing his straight forehead and accentuating his long, sharp eyes.
His piercing blue eyes, cold enough to summon winter anew, swept across the vast plaza.
Normally bustling with students, the plaza was now utterly deserted—not even an ant in sight.
His gaze settled on the circular altar standing alone in the center of the plaza.
The Holy Sword, symbol of the empire’s legendary hero, should have been embedded there—a blade only the chosen one could draw forth.
Yet the Holy Sword had vanished overnight.
The academy’s professors had immediately convened an emergency meeting.
They had even sought counsel from the temple, but the temple refused to assist, calling it “the will of heaven.”
Though others took the temple’s indifferent response as a sign that this was not a major calamity, the cadets felt differently.
“Who on earth stole it?”
The student council members exchanged glances and shook their heads.
There was only one reason they referred to the one who took the Holy Sword as a “thief” rather than “the chosen.”
Everyone assumed without question that the Holy Sword’s rightful master must be Matian, heir to the bloodline of heroes.
“Seriously. Who could it be?”
Matian himself couldn’t tear his eyes from the empty altar.
This was the first time anyone had seen the usually warm and gentle student council president so visibly enraged.
Those around him busily swallowed hard, carefully watching his every expression.
“If it’s not Matian, is there even anyone else in our school capable of pulling that thing out? They must’ve used some dark magic or trick.”
“The culprit must be one of our cadets, Matian. High Priest Nain’s barrier around the altar only permits entry to currently enrolled academy students.”
Amid towering men like pine trees, a small, pretty boy of mixed gnome blood emerged.
Despite his fairy-like appearance, his temperament was notoriously foul—he was Aaron, the student council’s secretary-general.
“Want to see the records I compiled last night on every student’s whereabouts?”
Aaron handed Matian a stack of papers listing dormitory entry and exit times, his face expressionless.
“Thanks, Aaron.”
Even while angry, Matian’s lips mechanically formed a gentle smile.
In stark contrast, his icy blue eyes scanned the documents coldly—then stopped abruptly at one name.
“Lucena Golden.”
Matian narrowed his eyes at the familiar name.
‘So this is the only person who left the dormitory last night and never returned.’
The school’s absolute last-place student, weakest cadet in the academy’s history, and officially listed as a “student of concern” due to frequent exposure to campus violence.
She was Lucena Golden—the complete opposite of Matian in every way.
“Lucena Golden? You can’t seriously suspect that disgrace sent by the Golden Earldom in place of their true heir?”
Bolton, the council’s brawny secretary, burst out laughing.
The military academy, despite its name, closely resembled a knightly order.
Cadets were frequently dispatched to battlefields, and the curriculum often involved dangerous, experimental training.
Graduating successfully, however, guaranteed wealth, honor, and universal acclaim.
Thus, heirs of noble houses often enrolled before reaching adulthood to earn early merits—both to elevate their family’s prestige and to fulfill noblesse oblige.
Naturally, ambitious individuals flocked to the academy to forge connections. True to the multi-ethnic nature of the Graten Empire, students included not only humans but also titled elves and gnomes.
As a result, the military academy had become an essential rite of passage for nobles and a hub of high society—its diploma tantamount to a medal of honor.
Given these circumstances, a few houses with frail heirs sometimes adopted capable commoners as sons and sent them to the academy in their stead.
‘Lucena Golden was exactly that sort of case.’
The adopted son of the Golden Earldom, sent in place of the ailing Perta Golden. Though admittedly, Lucena’s abilities were pitiful even by those standards.
“How could that disgrace, who only brings shame to the school’s name, possibly pull out the Holy Sword?”
Bolton kicked idly at a pebble, dismissing the idea outright.
“Bolton’s right. Lucena Golden might make a decent sacrificial offering, but certainly not someone worthy of drawing the Holy Sword.”
Chad, the perpetually weary-looking vice president, also adopted an unusually serious expression.
A decadent charm spilled from his languidly drooping eyes.
Despite the council’s consensus, Matian refused to abandon his suspicion.
He stared at Lucena’s name on the list for a long moment, then fixed his gaze on the empty altar where the Holy Sword had disappeared.
“Well, it doesn’t matter who it is.”
Matian crumpled the list in his hand with a sharp crunch and smirked crookedly.
“Whoever dared lay hands on what’s mine will surely pay the price.”
[This is the timeline separator]‘Ugh, why do I suddenly feel so cold?’
Alone in the drawing room, Lucena shivered.
This was the Golden Earldom’s mansion.
She had assumed all nobles lived in grand, well-maintained homes, but this place, though vast, felt terribly shabby.
‘I guess being noble doesn’t automatically mean being wealthy.’
It was even colder inside the mansion than outside, forcing Lucena to rub her arms with both hands.
‘Okay, I followed them here—but what now?’
Kim Ha Yoon, now trapped in Lucena’s body, nervously clenched and unclenched her fists.
The more she grasped the reality of her transmigration into this unfamiliar world, the tighter her jaw clenched. A cold confusion spread through her entire body.
‘It feels just like when I was abandoned in front of the orphanage.’
She ought to be grateful simply for receiving a new life, yet anxiety welled up in her knees—the fear of being left utterly alone in a place with no connections, constantly on guard against death that could strike at any moment.
Ha Yoon pulled her knees to her chest, legs folded atop the sofa.
‘Sister Agnes, I miss you.’
When Ha Yoon first entered the orphanage, unable to adjust and drifting like an outcast, Sister Agnes had always shown her kindness.
〈God surely has a reason for sending our Ha Yoon here.〉
Whenever that sense of failure—of never truly belonging anywhere—gnawed at her insides, she remembered Sister Agnes’s words and threw herself wholeheartedly into whatever task was given, be it studying or working.
She’d believed that if she kept at it, she might one day understand why she alone had been left behind on Earth among eight billion people.
Though fear of future catastrophes made dreaming of the distant future terrifying, achieving small daily accomplishments had brought her genuine fulfillment.
‘I couldn’t afford to live carelessly.’
As the sole survivor of her family, she’d felt compelled to live double lives—to repay their lives with hers.
‘But maybe I worked too hard. Who would’ve guessed someone could actually die from overwork?’
Thus, receiving another chance at life was nothing short of miraculous fortune.
Ha Yoon reminded herself of this truth and made a conscious effort to shake off her fear.
‘So what if I don’t know the original plot? When I was Kim Ha Yoon, I didn’t know my future either.’
She resolved to stop fretting and focus first on what she could manage, step by step.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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