The World’s Strongest Daughter

in a dark room.

A middle-aged man spoke as if questioning.

“Uh? Why do you want to go there?”

Then the young woman sitting across from me answered.

“There is a lot of floating population, and we got information that the academy students are gathering this time.”

“… Academy? Is it true?”

“yes. If we miss this moment, we may miss out on a chance forever.”

At the young woman’s words, the man said with a low moan.

“… Aren’t places with a lot of civilians too dangerous? Both the association and the academy failed… .”

“‘Father,’ how do you plan to lead the old school when you’re going to save yourself like that?”

The man called ‘Father’, embarrassed by the woman’s words, answered hastily.

“Oh, no… . I’m aiming for a little more time… .”

“… Because of your stupid plan, Yumi’s sister died. How long are you going to wait?”

At the young woman’s sharp reaction, the man shouted in anger.

“Yu, Yumi died with honor… ! Under the name of the Old Church, he died as an honorable apostle… !”

At that moment, the woman cut off the horse and shot the man.

“Please stop it. Because I don’t want to hear it. Please do not forget that there are many ‘fathers’ who will replace you in our denomination. And I’ll take the permission to execute the operation. For the time being, the mouse appears to be dead.”

The man was speechless and swayed and banged the desk! After hitting him, he left his seat and left the room.

So alone, the young woman sighed and shook her head.

“Human trash… .”

*

Delicious food placed one by one in front of your eyes.

Abalone porridge cooked with the aroma of grilled eel with garlic and intestines… .

But this was not the end.

As for when it was prepared, leeks with oysters and ade made of red ginseng followed.

When did you make this… .

It was a really blatant menu.

Finally, after a few side dishes were spread,

“You two, enjoy your meal!”

“When you have finished eating, please ring the bell.”

When the two housekeepers saw us, they smiled and left the room.

The moment they leave and the door closes.

“… Would you like to eat?”

My wife raised a spoon and spoke to me.

“… have a good meal.”

I gently avoided her gaze and carefully picked up the spoon.

… What’s going on?

It happened so quickly, I couldn’t get my head around it.

A while ago, I was busy preparing lunch.

Suddenly my wife appeared in the kitchen and brought me to the second floor.

When I asked what was going on, he said he had a story to tell and suggested that we eat together.

I had the idea that she might have discovered my identity, so I gladly accepted the invitation.

By the way… .

“… Why aren’t you eating?”

“Oh, no.”

Hearing the words of his wife, who gave a sneak peek, he hurriedly drank a glass of porridge.

Basically, it was because the housekeepers were good, so the clean taste was good.

But there is one catch.

When I glanced through the bowl with a spoon, there were so many abalones that I thought maybe it was half rice and half abalone.

I glanced at my wife’s bowl, just in case,

… I’m fine.

At a glance, I could tell that abalone was piled high on my side.

What does this mean?

At that moment, something slipped on my spoon.

“… Eat some of this too.”

2 oysters seasoned in red.

It is also a very succulent oyster.

I gently lifted my head and looked at the other side, and my wife was looking at me with her eyes, wondering what she was doing without eating.

“… thank you.”

I silently saluted, put the oyster in my mouth, and glanced over the food on the table.

Oyster, eel, abalone, leek, red ginseng… .

The menus are energetic enough to win awards.

Obviously, my wife said that she chose the menu, but among them, the only menu she prefers is eel at best.

What does this mean?

The reactions and behaviors seen yesterday and today, as well as the suspicious menu and unexpected lunch invitations.

No matter how much I think about it, my wife seems to have figured out my identity.

… But how?

We’ve only met twice, and there’s nothing that makes her recognize me.

Did Jeong Nan-do even have a clue?

Otherwise, I couldn’t come up with a way to find out.

At that time, I was mechanically eating porridge to figure out the situation.

“… ruler.”

This time my wife nibbled in a piece of eel.

She stretches out her arms to the corner of her mouth as if to feed her directly.

After thinking about it for a while, I gave a brief thank you and ate the eel.

Then she raised the corners of her lips slightly and licked the tip of her chopsticks slightly.

This… .

Her despicable behavior made my thoughts firmer.

It was clear that his wife noticed.

She’s not a reed-like woman, enough to give her affectionate gaze to a man she’s only met twice.

Of course, there is absolutely nothing in the world, and my wife may have changed in three years.

However… .

From the day I first met my wife, when I think about the actions I’ve shown up to now, I have no choice but to trust her even if I don’t want to believe her.

It’s been way too long to break trust.

… In the yard like this, do I need to hide my identity?

The reason I hid my identity was simply because my wife was not in a good condition.

Considering the time when I thought I was going to die right now, it’s pretty good now.

I had no intention of hiding my identity until the very end, and my wife may be waiting for me to reveal my identity.

Then it’s right to repay her expectations… .

“… Does it suit your taste?”

I was blown away by the words of my wife who came in at just the right time.

When I glanced back, she was staring at me with a slightly sunken look in her eyes.

“… Yes. Delicious.”

Perhaps she was satisfied with the answer I had given her carefully, she put down the spoon with a faint smile, as if she knew it.

“… In fact, the reason I asked to have a meal together was because I had something to say.”

Finally the gist.

I was nervous about her remark, and I swallowed my saliva.

In this situation, what could my wife say to me?

Just talking about my identity.

What my wife would say, when I held my breath and waited,

Suddenly, the wife showed her right hand and said with a slight smile.

“… Isn’t it pretty?”

… ah… .

I looked at her and sighed inwardly.

My wife’s smile after 3 years.

It was still a beautiful smile, to the extent that the corners of her lips rose involuntarily.

When I was staring blankly at her smile, she glanced at me and said.

“… not me.”

“… I’m sorry… .”

I felt my face heat up and I quickly turned my gaze away and looked at her hand.

Skin as white as pale.

Like a dot on her pale skin, the ring caught her eye.

A dark blue jewel ring that she always wears on the little finger of her right hand.

It was a ring I had never seen before in my life, but seeing that my wife, who doesn’t like precious metals, thinks it’s special, there seems to be something.

“… He is my husband.”

“… Yes?”

husband… ? ‘me’?

I didn’t quite understand her words.

That little ring is ‘I’?

Thinking about it, I think I saw it on TV someday.

A memorial diamond or something, what kind of bone… … .

As I was going back to my memories to find out the identity of the ring, one thing suddenly lifted my head.

huh? Is ‘I’ down there?

As soon as the accident stopped due to confusion in the information, the wife took the ring off her right hand and put it on the ring finger of her left hand.

“… I… . still love my husband I will love you for the rest of my life, until I die.”

Seeing her lovingly touch the ring that was put on the ring finger of her left hand, I felt a little sassy.

The wife, who had been stroking the ring so lovingly, suddenly calmed her expression and said:

“But I don’t have a husband anymore.”

At her cold, deeply submerged eyes, she shrugged slightly.

“My husband, who left first, doesn’t know that I am so sad… . Is not it?”

Her gaze as she asked me a question made me feel as if she was rebuking me.

“… you’re right.”

She looked at me for a moment and then asked another question with her eyes shining as if satisfied.

“… If the… . If my husband sees me live like this… , what would you think… ?”

What the hell are you talking about?

He had no idea what his wife’s intentions were.

Why do you dare to bring up the story of ‘me’?

Is verification required?

I can’t even say that I’m Sungjae Min, so I decided to watch the situation for now.

“… It seems very sad.”

She let out a short sigh, as if she had waited for my answer, and then spoke out in a tone that she couldn’t help but say.

“… So, I’m thinking of getting out of this life slowly.”

… huh?

It was an unexpected statement.

Giving up a hermit life… ?

Is there any better news than this?

If my wife returns to society, Nan-do Jeong and I, and more than anything else, So-yeon will like it the most.

Are there any hunters who can handle swords as well as ‘Swordsman’?

If Soyeon learns the sword from her wife, there is definitely a good chance… !

“… Are you planning to come as my adoptive child?”

The moment I heard my wife’s words, my mind went blank.

“… Yes?”

Hey, both… ?

what do i think

Hesitating at the unexpected suggestion, she continued to speak slowly.

“… I’m sorry I didn’t know you secretly, but I’ve heard that you’re pretty poor. If you come under me, you will be able to live without lack.”

She was sincere.

You’ve been a married couple for the rest of your life, but now you want to be a son?

It was an idea that I couldn’t quite follow in my head.

No, you didn’t know my identity, did you?

My head was confused by the unexpected development.

“… you are like a son For the rest of my life, I wanted my son to have it.”

It was the first time in my life that my wife wanted to have a son.

What should I say?

No, even now, I will quickly identify myself… .

Just as I was trying to sort things out by capturing my jumbled mind, my wife spoke to me again.

“… If you don’t want to be adopted, you’re welcome. Yes, for example… . How about ‘sponsorship’?”

“… After, sponsorship… ?”

It’s sponsorship.

What the hell are you talking about!!!

Seeing that his wife is starting to leave, it is correct to reveal her identity right away.

In order to reveal my identity immediately, I slowly opened my mouth as I made up my mind.

“… you know… .”

The moment I call my wife’s name,

“My husband is not in this world.”

She cut off my words.

“… uh?”

As I was making a bewildered sound in embarrassment at her remark, she looked straight at me with her deep red eyes and said:

“My husband, Min Sung-jae, is dead. no longer in this world Do you know that too?”

As if differences of opinion were not heard, the firm tone of voice blocked my speech.

Oh my gosh… .

It was only then that I could understand her intentions.

“… Sponsorship has no other meaning. Am I the only husband for the rest of my life?”

As I thought, it was right that my wife found out about me.

“… you are jihwan right?”

But she has no intention of revealing her identity.

To protect his love with Min Sung-jae and at the same time build a relationship with Yoo Ji-hwan… .

‘Cause I’m both

“… If you don’t accept… . Yes, I will follow my husband.”

I felt like I had been stabbed in the back.