I Became the Husband of a Sword Demon

As a groom, I never expected to have a normal life from the moment I was sold off to the bride’s family like a commodity.

Creakk…

“Where are you going?”

I didn’t think I’d meet the bride, dressed not in the attire befitting a wedding ceremony but in combat-ready formal wear, swinging a sword in the bridal chamber.

Oh, I should have anticipated this better.

Even with such a beautiful appearance,

Not just for her looks.

The moment I accepted her as my wife, knowing she was called the Sword Demon and feared as the Empire’s greatest swordsman, I should have expected this.

“We need to finish our unfinished duel. Where are you going?”

Her voice is beautiful, not just her face.

Whistling!!

The sound of her sword cutting through the air sent chills down my spine.

If only her blade hadn’t nearly grazed my right ear.

I wanted to hear her delicate voice from a safe distance.

“I don’t have the habit of dueling in the bedroom.”

Given how precarious my situation was, it wouldn’t have mattered if I had ten lives.

“I can sleep outside. This big room is enough for you alone.”

With that, I threw myself toward the open window instead of the door, successfully escaping.

Though the drop from the windowsill to the ground was considerable, it wasn’t unmanageable.

Without any particular landing technique, I landed cleanly.

“It’s not the father’s place to shift responsibility for his own choices onto his child.”

Thus, I concluded my first day of marriage by cursing the man who sold me off like merchandise.