Woke Up And I'm A Married Woman (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
In the end, the root of all this trouble was Cedar’s bizarre behavior—trying to keep the mistress’s recovery a secret!
Hyle was determined. Even if he got beaten up a bit by Cedar, he absolutely had to persuade him to reveal Nelly’s existence to the world.
But contrary to his expectations, Cedar didn’t beat him at all; instead, he replied in a light, indifferent tone, as if it barely mattered.
“That’s not it.”
What do you mean, “not it”? Hyle glared at Cedar again with those dead-fish eyes and answered half-heartedly.
“Yes, yes. From a third party’s objective viewpoint, you’re clearly doing exactly that.”
“Seriously.”
Cedar couldn’t possibly be unaware that Hyle was deliberately getting under his skin.
Just as Hyle knew Cedar well, Cedar also understood Hyle. He was simply unaccustomed to speaking frankly about his own affairs.
‘But if Hyle understands the situation, it’ll help keep the secret going forward, won’t it?’
Nelly’s family circumstances were her personal business—she herself should be the one to speak of them. So Cedar only shared his own side of the story.
“…You know how complicated things are in our household, don’t you?”
He’d steeled himself, yet the words still wouldn’t come easily.
Seeing Cedar stumble over his words, Hyle tilted his head in confusion and replied,
“Wouldn’t the Duchess be delighted? After all, she’s been causing a ruckus lately, saying the current ‘mistress’—who can’t even keep her wits about her whenever she gets bored—is invalid and that they need a proper one.”
“That’s exactly why.”
“Huh?”
Blinking rapidly, Hyle continued with an awkward smile.
“If you’re worried that the awakened mistress might run away due to mother-in-law conflicts…”
“Don’t talk nonsense about mother-in-law conflicts.”
If it were merely worries about a difficult mother-in-law, his heart wouldn’t feel this heavy.
He’d even been prepared to cut ties ruthlessly if his own mother ever mistreated his wife.
But his current situation was far more complicated. Cedar cut straight to the point.
“In a little while, my younger brother will return from the academy. He’s a mage. From what I’ve heard, his specialty is directly interfering with a person’s internal mana circuits.”
Cedar spoke as if it were nothing, yet the fact remained: the second son of House Grenit was just as renowned in the capital.
Hyle also knew exactly who he was. In truth, he was one of the people most eagerly awaiting his return.
“I’ve actually already heard about that. Though still theoretical, they say if a talent born with both aptitude and abundant mana exists, it might even be possible to forcibly awaken them into a Swordmaster.”
Directly interfering with internal mana circuits—
For ordinary people, such magic held little meaning, but for Aura Sword practitioners—who channeled mana into their swordsmanship—it was extraordinary talent indeed.
The Aura Sword technique coated the blade with a thin layer of mana, making it harder than steel itself.
Only about one in every several hundred might reach that realm. Yet even attaining it wasn’t the end.
Sword User, Sword Expert, Sword Intermediate—
Only after surpassing every stage, mastering everything the sword could do, and finally reaching the point where one could manifest an Aura Sword even without a blade, could one earn that title.
Swordmaster.
There were four stages in total, and though it seemed one was just a step away from the next, the actual gap was vast.
How many had shattered their own swords upon realizing their limits?
Becoming a Sword User already required talent, but beyond that stage, talent alone dictated everything—so much so that it wasn’t an exaggeration to say it determined everything.
And that talent ultimately boiled down to how much mana one’s heart could store and how long one could maintain a strong Aura Sword.
‘It’s not a stage you can learn just because someone teaches you. Even among Sword Users, each person senses mana flow differently.’
But what if someone could directly interfere with internal mana circuits? That would completely shift the paradigm of mana manipulation, which previously relied solely on individual talent.
‘Maybe I could climb even one step higher from my current Sword User stage.’
His heart pounded wildly at that hope.
“Tch. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Seeing Hyle’s overly excited face, Cedar clicked his tongue and added bluntly,
“It’s purely theoretical. My brother hasn’t even tested it on an actual Sword User yet.”
“Still, it’s amazing. For swordsmen stuck at their current level, it’s a huge hope.”
“Yeah, I suppose so. But unlike you, I don’t view it so optimistically. Gaining immense power through something other than hard work… doesn’t that sound like it’d come with side effects?”
Expectations often lead to disappointment. Cedar worried about that—but Hyle’s reply veered somewhere he hadn’t anticipated.
“You’ve been awfully negative all of a sudden. He’s your younger brother, right? Don’t you get along well?”
‘Younger brother.’
Cedar clamped his mouth shut. It had been so long since he’d seen his brother’s face that he barely remembered it.
‘He had such a delicate, pretty face—so much so that mistaking him for a younger sister wouldn’t have been odd at all. We didn’t look alike in the slightest.’
Maybe the only thing making them seem like siblings at all was their black hair—but even that felt completely different.
Cedar’s black hair was short and stiff-looking, while Grisha’s flowed and shimmered. Truly, only the color was the same.
‘We actually got along pretty well when we first met.’
But even that had been shattered utterly—the day Grisha fled to the academy as if chased away.
[Was it you who caused our mother’s death too, Brother?]Those icy blue eyes, brimming with betrayal.
Meeting that gaze, Cedar couldn’t bring himself to say no.
It was none other than Cedar’s own mother, Lady Briar, who had killed his brother’s mother.
[It was for you, Cedar.]Solely for his sake.
His mother had poisoned the other woman—for him.
So how could he possibly claim it wasn’t his doing?
‘How bitter.’
Cedar forced a wry smile and gave a vague reply.
“What relationship? He entered the academy as a child to become a mage and hasn’t been back even once since.”
He couldn’t remember his brother’s face, yet their last conversation remained painfully clear.
‘If only I’d known nothing of this, my heart wouldn’t ache so much. I should never have spoken to him.’
His half-brother—unlike Cedar, the legitimate heir born of the official Duchess—
Grisha Grenit.
“When Grisha returns, they’ll formally begin discussing who will be named heir to House Grenit.”
“I see.”
Hyle, having long since ascended to the rank of Sword User and received the title of Baronet, nodded carelessly.
The matter of succession in an old, traditional house like House Grenit felt distant to him.
‘Surely it’s Lord Cedar, right? Lord Cedar is a Swordmaster! While his brother was still studying, Lord Cedar led the Azure Dragon Knights and earned great renown.’
Hyle smiled gently as he watched Cedar’s profile, focused intently on preparing their meal.
‘Now I understand why you’re keeping it secret—until you’re formally appointed as the young duke, you intend to keep it hidden.’
The heir might already be decided, but since unforeseen changes could still occur, they must be maintaining the rumor of the mistress’s poor health to protect her.
‘No matter how you twist it, you’re just deeply worried because you love her so much.’
Unaware of Cedar’s true feelings, Hyle’s cheeks flushed as he watched Cedar sway gently in the late-arriving spring breeze.
‘Lord Cedar truly loves the mistress! This is nothing short of a love for the ages!’
Now, the misunderstanding had deepened even further.
[This is the timeline separator]A tall youth with a slender, willowy frame strode down the corridor, his robes fluttering behind him.
An elderly mage trailed after him, raising his voice to call the youth’s name.
“Grisha! Grisha Grenit!”
At that, the youth halted and turned around.
His loosely tied, long black hair lifted in a graceful arc before settling again.
His eyes, as he looked back, were the color of icy sapphire.
“What is it?”
His voice was just as crisp and cold. The mage, panting from chasing after him, gasped for breath.
“Hah! Hah! Honestly… why do you walk so fast… hah.”
“If you have no business with me, I’ll take my leave.”
“Wait!”
Afraid Grisha might vanish, the mage clutched tightly onto the hem of his robe.
“Are you really not planning to stay at the academy? With your talent, becoming an Archmage like Nelly Periway isn’t just a dream!”
Grisha, hearing this, coldly yanked his robe free.
“I have someone waiting for me.”
“Grisha!”
The mage’s face twisted in deep disappointment at Grisha’s attitude.
“How can you so heartlessly turn away when you’re on the verge of achieving Archmage status! Is this your true sincerity toward magic? Were you always this careless?”
“It’s not carelessness. It’s just that someone is more important to me than magic.”
“Grisha Grenit!”
“Since you seem to have nothing more to say, I’ll be going.”
Grisha’s lips curled slightly. Was he being accused of lacking sincerity toward magic?
‘If she hadn’t insisted I become a mage, I would’ve left without even doing this much.’
Grisha knew his own heart well—what he wanted to do, and what he wanted to prioritize.
‘My recognition as a mage came later than my plans. It’s time for Elder Sister to awaken.’
He’d forsaken house and status alike, wanting only to be accepted by Nelly as simply “Grisha,” which was why he hadn’t even told her about his lineage.
But now, in this situation, he regretted not having told her.
‘She probably doesn’t even know how to reach me and must be confused.’
He had to get to her side as soon as possible. Grisha quickened his pace.
Teleportation was one of the strictly regulated magics—no mage, regardless of skill, could use it outside designated Teleport Zones.
He intended to head straight for the Imperial capital.
Normally, just thinking of the capital weighed heavily on his heart—but not this time.
His heart fluttered with excitement, feeling strangely unfamiliar, as if it weren’t his own.
‘I’ll finally meet her.’
Out of habit, Grisha nearly called her “Elder Sister,” but shook his head and corrected himself.
He no longer needed to call her that.
“Nelly.”
It was time to stand proudly by her side.
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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