I Became the Husband of a Sword Demon

Here’s the translated passage in first-person point of view:

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My hostility had affected the two who returned to their swords from human form, and as they fell silent, peace settled in the hospital room where I stayed.

…

Uuung-!!

Uuung-!! Uuuuung-!!

…

Nothing like that happened.

Even with the swords firmly gripped in my hands, they continued to ring loudly and fiercely, refusing to back down.

Judging by their气势, even madmen who parade the heads they’ve taken on spears from warfields would have to curl their tails before these two.

After returning to their swords, they communicated through sharp intentions rather than words, continuing their standoff. It was comical, yet…

“Can’t you two stop fighting and be a bit quieter?”

Despite my stern voice trying to mediate,

-Hmph!!

The FeeLoad snorted, echoing in my mind, while

Uuung-!! Uuuuung-!!

The Weaponless, even louder than before, ignored my attempts at mediation and continued their menacing standoff.

I thought I’d have to hold onto them tightly even while sleeping to prevent any sudden incidents.

From afar, watching my struggle, Kalandbolg said,

“Oh, oh.”

She sighed unexpectedly, breaking her usual composed demeanor as she stood before me.

“Both of you, please calm down. Andymion is having a hard time.”

As she gently touched the blades held in my hands, she spoke.

-Hmph.

-…

Only then did the two swords cease their fierce standoff and fall silent.

The room, which had been filled with a deadly tension and noise, turned quiet…

-This one is angry. How could you not take my side and show such an indecisive attitude? I might as well sleep.

…

It ended with FeeLoad openly showing their discomfort.

Like a tense situation between unfamiliar dogs and cats placed in a small space, the tension was relieved.

“Huff…”

A sigh of relief escaped me.

I wanted to take this chance to put away the swords that had been aggressively drawn and use this alone time to rest, but

“Andymion,”

Kalandbolg, who greatly helped me escape this situation, called out to me with a respectful tone.

“I don’t know why Weaponless came to Andymion, but there’s no way Dominus would give up ownership of Weaponless without reason.”

She emphasized that Weaponless didn’t just appear before me without reason.

“You should try to get any information you can from him, since he’s now in your possession.”

Collecting information is crucial. Even when reluctantly taking Weaponless, I had hoped to gather information needed to rescue Asulin.

Moreover, Weaponless had promised to answer sincerely if I asked.

Given this opportunity, I shouldn’t hesitate to gather any information I could from him.

But thinking about Weaponless’s wild behavior, it was questionable whether he’d willingly share information.

And even if he did speak, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be false.

“…I understand, but I doubt Weaponless will honestly give me reliable information just because I ask.”

I shook my head slightly, revealing my dilemma to Kalandbolg, who had made a constructive suggestion.

Gathering information requires someone capable of providing it, but considering the unpredictable nature of the person speaking, it’s questionable whether it can truly be considered information.

While I expected her to agree with my opinion,

“Hehe…”

Kalandbolg laughed lightly instead, as if my concern was trivial.

“Are you worried about that?”

She seemed to think my concern was insignificant.

Though not as much as FeeLoad, her familiarity with Weaponless suggested she knew it wasn’t in a condition to provide reliable information under interrogation.

“But let me tell you something…”

She whispered in my ear, her words growing longer.

“Really?”

To verify the truth of what she said, I couldn’t help but soften my expression.

“As your little master’s husband, why would I lie to you? Moreover, Weaponless, who has accepted Andymion’s hostility and wielded it momentarily, has no reason to lie to Andymion.”

Kalandbolg’s gentle tone convinced me that her words were credible.

Ah, good situation. Since FeeLoad is also quiet, I can easily get the information I need from Weaponless without hesitation.

“I’ll do it right away.”

“In case anything happens, I’ll help too.”

Even Kalandbolg agreed to assist in this interrogation, so after putting away FeeLoad, I carefully held Weaponless with my right hand, channeling my hostility into it.

“Weaponless.”

Unlike when talking to FeeLoad, I directly addressed Weaponless without inner dialogue.

“Heh… You called?”

Weaponless replied meekly, his voice completely different from when he was fiercely confronting FeeLoad.

Unlike FeeLoad, he didn’t speak directly into my mind.

“Now that the noisy brat is quiet, we can finally talk.”

Knowing Weaponless was ready to answer my questions, I got straight to the point.

“…Didn’t I say earlier? If you ask me anything, I’ll answer to the best of my knowledge.”

Weaponless responded as if waiting for my question.

His willingness to answer my queries made it seem easy to gather the information needed to rescue Asulin.

“Besides, with the noisy brat quiet, it’s perfect for conversation.”

“That’s right. Just sit quietly and provide information.”

“Ah, you’re here, pretender.”

“…It’s been a while, so it’s nice to call you properly.”

“This is how I call you nicely.”

…

Unlike when dealing with FeeLoad, Weaponless used polite language when speaking to Kalandbolg, confirming my thoughts.

“Then, let’s start asking questions.”

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to ask Weaponless the first question.

—

At that moment, Andymion suddenly appeared in human form and subdued the two swords causing chaos, trying to gather information through Weaponless.

“Everything is ready to summon a god, but it’s over too quickly, making me wait instead…”

In the Barbarian Tribe camp, appropriately distanced from Frostmoor Fortress where Andymion stayed, someone with a harsh voice lamented.

Though it was dark, the intense voice, unforgettable even when closing one’s eyes, revealed the identity of the speaker to those around him.

The Barbarians, huddling together for warmth against the harsh cold, showed no interest despite the voice echoing nearby.

“Another crazy old man. Let’s avoid him.”

“Yeah, better not provoke him and end up in a fight.”

…

They weren’t ignoring him; they deliberately avoided drawing attention to themselves.

Though hidden in the darkness, the small figure of the harsh voice, visible through the flames of their campfires, didn’t fit the image of a barbarian.

“Tsk! Just looking strong, they’re nothing but weaklings. They act like barbarians but lack the spirit.”

Seeing the Barbarians sneak away, he sneered coldly, his aura overwhelming despite his slight build.

He seemed to pour out his energy recklessly, as if he didn’t care who knew his true strength.

But knowing that even his reckless energy was only a fraction of what he could unleash when serious, I wondered how he would react.

“Chief!”

Suddenly, someone appeared behind him, calling urgently.

“A big problem! The sacrifice is causing another ruckus!”

Hearing the news that the sacrifice, essential for his lifelong goal, was resisting its role, he groaned.

“Ugh…”

His initial annoyance paled in comparison to the thick killing intent that poured out.

“Ugh!!”

“Haaah!!”

Seeing him effortlessly snatch the lives of unsuspecting Barbarians, even the inexperienced women screamed in terror.

Their reactions showed how dangerous he was.

Normally, he would have scoffed at the weakness of the Barbarians losing their lives, but

“What’s Dominus doing?”

Now, controlling the unruly sacrifice was more important, so I asked about the whereabouts of the person who could handle it best.

“…”

Usually, I felt uneasy with my subordinate’s hesitant response, but

“Tell me quickly.”

I remained calm, asking again about Dominus’s whereabouts.

“The sacrifice knocked him down with one hit.”

“…”

Taking a deep breath, the subordinate spoke calmly, and the harsh-voiced leader, the Elder of the Assassin League, closed his eyes, covering his face with his right hand.

“Stop him! Use any means necessary!!”

He barked orders at his subordinates with a fierce tone.

“Yes, sir!!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the assassins knelt to report, then left in unison.

“…Phew.”

Once the assassins’ presence vanished, the Elder took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

“How could that damn brat promise to bring the precious heir and then fail to do so? He even lost the Weaponless needed for the ritual! Now he’s getting beaten up by the sacrifice?!”

Failing and hearing unbelievable facts, he roared in frustration.

“I never trusted the weaklings of the Central Continent!”

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