You always knew your husband's work as something dangerous for life, which he did not allow you to go near. No, of course, his colleagues knew you personally, invited you to holidays, but most of the time the swordsman did not let you go to the base, considering it extremely dangerous for you, his spouse.

Elio teased him about how clingy he was around you. He understood that Blade's cold heart melted only in your presence, allowing him to lower the hard walls that he erected around himself. He often offered to take you to work for them, to which the swordsman strictly refused, without even thinking about it.

"Don't even think about it," your husband always strictly ordered you when you received a letter from Elio, where he offered you to work with them. "It's too dangerous. I don't want to lose you."

You understood his concern.You were the only person dear to him, he can't just lose you, but sometimes his guardianship was suffocating. Don't go there, don't be here, it's too dangerous. You wanted to have at least a little freedom in your choices, especially if it was choosing a job. Blade always said that it was better to stay home, he would take care of the well-being of the money, but you didn't want to depend on him completely.

The swordsman had just returned from a mission, all tired, when he heard a painfully familiar voice from the main hall, laughing with the other hunters. His face immediately became frowning, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He tossed the sword, which disappeared into the air, before entering the room, where his red eyes immediately caught the sight of you.

Elio handed you some paper with a pen that needed to be signed. Your hand was already reaching for the pen, but a cold hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, stopping your movement and pulling you up before your body hit someone's muscular chest.

"What the hell?!" Blade roared, looking at you sternly, ignoring the other hunters who were watching the two of you. "I told you, don't even think about becoming a Stellaron Hunter!"