My Substitute CEO Bride

Alfius and Tilly went up to a remote mountain forest to find the legendary swordsmith because Alfius' sword was broken.

Alfius held the sheath of the broken sword and said solemnly, "The moment I held the sword, I could feel everything about it-the material, the forging process, the person who forged it, and the emotions.noveldrama

"Perhaps it's not just the sword. I can feel such things even with simple daily tools like spoons, forks, and ladles. After that, I'd become easily affected by their emotions and... Well, I wouldn't say I'm being controlled by them because I'm completely sober the entire time. "Mosley knew of my abilities at first glance. In his words, he explained it's like changing the saved file of a game, and the sword is similar to a saved file. Although the person controlling it is all me, because of the different progress levels in each saved file, my mental state changes along with it. That was his explanation."

Tilly nodded. He understood that feeling because his master, Rodney Tilman, had the same ability as well. Perhaps the head of Alfius' family taught the technique to Rodney, which was why he could become a sentient blade.

Tilly said, "The Sword-Wielding Guest. I think that's what it's called if I remember correctly. A former swordsman used this ability to create eight demon swords. That's why your master asked you to hold the demon sword, Rain in Village."

"Maybe. Oh, by the way, the shop where the craftsman who made Little Slash is up ahead," Alfius said as he pointed forward.

Up on a small hilly slope stood an exquisite little stone cottage where a wisp of black smoke rose up its chimney. Both Alfius and Tilly quickened their pace.

However, two young men in black suddenly came out of the cottage. These two men seemed to be saying goodbye to the people inside the cottage. They were about to leave after bidding their goodbyes, but suddenly, they spotted Alfius and Tilly. Everyone sat down in the stone cottage. Alfius handed the broken sword to the old craftsman.

The old master recognized his own craftsmanship and said, "Yes, I made it. I remember it was customized for the president of a swordsman association. Are you his disciple?"

"Yes. I'm Alfius, one of the president's closest disciples. You must be Mr. Bjorn Steele."

"Yes, it's me."

Alfius turned to look at the two young men in black and asked, "I wonder who these two are?"

"These two gentlemen told me they came here to look for you," Bjorn said in a relaxed, leisurely manner.

"They're here for me?!"

Alfius' eyes turned wary, and he thought, Tve never met these two people Are they the accomplices of the person who destroyed the swordsman association? Are they here to finish the job?'

The shorter man in black said, "Mr. Alfius, please don't freak out. We came looking for you because we heard about the association being wiped out, so we just wanted to confirm your safety."

"The swordsman association was wiped out?" Bjorn's eyes froze, then he turned to everyone. "What about the president?"

Alfius trembled and said each word with great difficulty, "The president... died in the battle too."

Bjorn's hand that held his pipe kept shaking. He stammered, "H-How..."

"Mr. Steele, the real reason I came here is to ask for your help to forge another useful weapon for me. I want to take revenge on the people who killed my master and martial brothers!"

Alfius held Bjorn's trembling hands and said sincerely, "You have to help me no matter what! I must kill them! I have to!"

Bjorn felt Alfius' determination and readily agreed to his request. However, weapon forging would still need some time to be completed.

"Alright, let's carry on with what was discussed earlier. It's time for you two to declare your identity." Alfius looked at the two men in black.

The short young man in black said, "Of course! We're the Stonemaul Clan, one of the three imperial families back then and a subsidiary branch of your family. We finally found you, Clan Lord Stonemaul!"

"Clan lord? What?" Alfius was a little surprised and asked further, "But weren't you all wiped out long ago?"