How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 170. Master of Swords
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Raphael’s hands were glowing blue.
It was even easier to see in the dark of the underground prison, and Raphael stiffened like a stone in shock. He knew better than anyone else what that light meant.
“It’s not possible…”
In disbelief, he stretched out a hand to the wall, and his glowing fingertips brushed the stone away as if it were cookie crumbs. Stunned, he looked at his fingers again. It could be nothing else but the aura of a Sword Master.
But how? And why now?
He had worked himself to exhaustion, trying to reach this state in the practice yard, swinging his sword until he dropped. But now he was not even holding a sword. Of course, he was glad, but how…? Posted only on NovelUtopia
Suddenly, he remembered something he had read.
The state of Sword Master is not achieved by the blade, but by the mind.
He had found that when he was reading about past Sword Masters, and all at once, he understood. Sometimes, a gifted swordsman needed to evolve his mind to advance, rather than his technique.
I think…I understand what that means now.
His eyes glowed with excitement. All this time, he had been thinking only of himself, as he practiced day after day. He had fought for his pride, to protect himself from others. He had won his fortune with that simple goal in mind. But that would never have allowed him to become a Sword Master.
He had had to find a better reason to wield the sword before he could learn to wield it better.
He had to become stronger to protect the woman he loved. And with this in his heart, he had succeeded.
“Is that an aura?” Annette asked, her voice trembling. “You’ve become a Sword Master?”
From what she remembered, it would be another four years before Raphael achieved this state. She had never imagined he could do it so soon. How had it happened?
Was it even a good thing? It was so sudden, her mind reeled, trying to guess if it might be dangerous. But unlike his bewildered wife, Raphael understood what had changed.
“I think so,” he said calmly. “I will test it later, though.”
This was the thing he had pursued for so long, and his face was filled with new confidence as he approached and bent to kiss her forehead.
“You’re the one my sword wants to protect, Annette.”
He knew it instinctively. He had become a Sword Master now, at this moment, as a sign from heaven that this was meant to do. As if someone had chosen to give him this power.
It was because he would no longer wield it like an animal, always on alert. She had been the one to make him a human being. He never wanted to leave her side. She was his only reason for living.
His eyes looked on her with an expression she had never seen before, and she knew the moment she saw those eyes that she would never feel that cruel loneliness again. Raphael would never leave her.
The future still looked bleak. There were many obstacles ahead. But none of that mattered when she knew that she was no longer alone.
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