How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 8

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This was unexpected, so even I was a little surprised.

 

There was a commotion. Whether others were seeing or not, Izek grabbed me and turned me around to see for himself. Caught in his giant grasp, I felt like a chick trapped inside an eagle’s claw.

 

Was he going to hit me?

 

I didn’t care as long as I didn’t die.

 

“Say it again. Hiding…What are you going to do while hiding?”

 

“I-I’ll just hide and watch. Even if I follow you, you won’t know…”

“Do you want to die?”

 

His tone sounded pretty odd for a threat.

 

Of course, I was doing this so I wouldn’t die, so I shook my head.

 

“Then, why would you do that?”

 

“I, I…would like to see you, but I don’t want to be a nuisance…”

 

Like a cute fan.

Surely, he wouldn’t think his weak wife would try to assassinate him. There’s a saying that the only person brave enough to assassinate a paladin is a suicide lovers.

As I tried to make the eyes as teary as possible, my husband, who was staring at me with an unknown look, suddenly let out a sound similar to a sigh and touched his temple. At the same time, Sir Ivan, who was watching us with a somewhat absent-minded look, coughed, “Lady Rudbeckia, that’s a very dangerous act.”

 

“What?”

 

“I don’t mean that he’ll mistake his wife for an assassin. As you know, the North is a dangerous place, so we’re a little different from the knights who grew up in the South. It’s not as safe as the last time, but if you’re near us when we’re tracking down the monsters, we may kill you without knowing what’s going on.

I see.  Who knows what they would do if they were at their peak? Maybe they’ll be as hyperactive as humans would be on drugs. Naturally, I didn’t want to pretend to chase except where safety was guaranteed. But, I guess, I do look like a fangirl from their reactions. Thank you for misunderstanding, you delusional patients.

(T/N: 도끼병 is the term used here, apparently it’s a disease where the patient believes everybody has a crush on him/her xDDD)

“Oh, I’m in such trouble. I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m from the South…”

 

“Don’t say that. No wonder you don’t know. It’s fine, right? Hey, say something.”

 

Izek, who didn’t budge, was silent. He just stared at me with a strange look, chewing on his bottom lip.

 

He seemed to be thinking about how he’d get annoyed to death.

 

I stuttered with a glum expression, as much as possible.

 

“D-Don’t worry. I’ll never get you in trouble…”

 

the schedule had changed, you should have told

 

voice belonged to

 

close to us and looked at her brother with that impassive

 

by. You don’t even

 

busy staring at me, with a slightly

 

be a very

was made, but by maintaining an unmoving figure, Izek was making this barely

Such a narrow-minded b*stard.

 

response was interesting, though. I thought

 

“You…”

 

The King has

 

finally opened his mouth,

was indeed the most

 

King Feanol spoke.

 

impression, said in a moderate yet business-like tone, “You must have

appreciate your hospitality, Your

but it seems like after getting married,

 

King Feanol had a considerable amount of money made by his

marriage with me, responded with a polite attitude to the jab, “The son will only

 

king’s expression became

 

angry look, but

me, even after I kept requesting

this on myself.” His cynical

 

before leaving like a storm,

 

child-like behaviour overlapped with

 

out from all over

 

you can. I will be the fool smiling

 

hadn’t

 

The queen gently calmed down the king, who was about to burst into a fit. She smiled kindly toward

 

with a mole underneath her eye. Light coffee-colored skin, which was rare for royalty. She stood out. I remember someone said that she was a slave from the East, and my memory seemed

you to look at me like

 

or

 

princess, who was staring at me, looked up at the

 

to Angvan Palace, Lady

“Thank you. Princess Ari.”

 

smile, the princess, who hid herself behind

 

like

 

it was clear why the existence of the princess was so insignificant in

 

lover to give the crown to a former Pagan slave, that too, a dancer. But he could not give his daughter, who resembled her mother and had those familiar pagan characteristics, the same position

 

inevitable no matter how hard the king tried. Furthermore, with cousins ​​like Izek and Ellenia, Ari would be an eternal stranger in Brittania’s aristocratic

 

to sympathise with anyone, but I held a

 

world

 

greeting, the banquet was carried forward in

 

of people talking, the laughter and the glasses clinking was all that could be

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