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I Became the Sword of a Sword-Crazed Male Lead
검에 미친 남주의 검이 되었습니다One day, I woke up to find myself possessed inside the novel I liked…
And not even as a heroine or side character, but as the male lead’s beloved sword!
“…Ah, don’t mess with me!”
Not a princess, not a noble lady, not even a maid, but a sword!
Wasn’t possession supposed to guarantee a young, rich, beautiful new life?
I barely had time to process this unbelievable reality when I realized something even worse.
‘At the end of this novel, the male lead’s sword gets completely shattered fighting the villain, right?’
At this rate, I’d die along with the sword!
There was only one way to survive: get the male lead’s help and escape from being bound to the sword.
“Dietrich! I’ll put you at the highest seat of the Delgado family, so make a contract with me.”
I spoke with all the dignity I could muster, but he only frowned at me with his handsome face and muttered:
“Get lost.”
…This wasn’t going to be easy.
After countless twists and turns, I managed to change everything—Dietrich’s terrible reputation, his position within the family, even his standing in society.
And at last, on the night he inherited the dukedom—
‘Finally, I’m free.’
The long years of being bound as a sword spirit were over!
Now I could live as a human again.
I had secretly saved up money behind Dietrich’s back all this time, and I was ready to start a brand-new life.
But then—
“Harpé. Where do you think you’re going?”
A low, husky voice brushed against my ear.
“Wh-what do you mean, where? I’m going to find a new life…”
“Leaving me? After taming me however you pleased, you’re going off to find another master?”
His teal eyes, now darkened, locked onto me.
He gently took my flustered hand, then suddenly leaned in close and whispered:
“This time, let me become your sword.”
And then, pressing his strong body against mine, he murmured:
“Go on. Wield me. I’ll let you swing me however you want.”
In that brief moment, I realized—
…Oh, I’m doomed!
